this will kill me

Sports.

There's no way around it, I am going to die while watching a sporting event. It will probably happen on my couch at home and most likely during a Red Wings playoff game, as these seem to evoke my most passionate responses. In typical fashion, I'll be sitting there enjoying the game when something will happen that will set me off and I'll go crazy.

Maybe it will be a bad call by a referee. Maybe it will be a cheap play by a player on the opposing team. Regardless of what sets me off, I will begin yelling at the TV as if the ref or player to whom I am directing my anger can actually hear me. The more I scream, the more my blood pressure will rise until my heart finally decides to give up.

I won't blame it. I put it through a lot, especially during the playoffs. Some people eat too much. I get too worked up over sports. Considering how little I exercise, a sudden increase in blood pressure like that can't be good.

I could try exercising more (yeah, right) or taking sports less seriously (not going to happen), but I'm sure there are worse ways to die.

What peaks my curiosity is where this passion for sports comes from. My dad enjoys sports, but they don't matter to him like they do to me. My mom certainly doesn't care. Maybe I just have an overactive victory glad that pumps liquid competitiveness directly into my heart, requiring me to win at all costs.

If you have a better theory don't tell me, because I'll just have to come up with something to beat you.