If there’s one random thing you probably don’t know about me (or care to know, honestly) it’s that I don’t generally enjoy sports movies very much. Maybe “don’t generally enjoy” is a bit of strong statement, but at the same time, you’ve got to understand that for me, sports is my life. It’s what I do and who I am. And because of it, it means I’m quite picky in what kind of sports content I consume. In a lot of ways, you could call me a sports snob in that way.
So when a sports movie does come out, inevitably I always go through the same routine in my head. I wonder aloud if checking out the movie will actually be worth my time. If I’ll actually learn or take anything away from it. Or if ultimately I’ll just end up angered by it; because I mean seriously, is there anything more annoying than some Hollywood director taking a great story, and twisting facts strictly for entertainment purposes? Not much, as far as I’m concerned.
And it was largely that attitude that made me he