It seems a lifetime ago, not 10 days, that I wrote here about the wholesome joy of the Brier, Canada’s national curling championship, held this year in Kingston. The final finished less than 72 hours – in a packed mid-sized arena – before sports was finished altogether. The NBA, the NHL, Major League spring training, everything down to the local junior high school – all suspended due to the novel coronavirus, COVID-19.
And then this week, when every all-sports-all-the-time channel was running “classic” games from years gone by, there being nothing to cover, came official Big News. Tom Brady, the most successful quarterback in the history of football, left (arguably) the most successful team in the history of football. Next season he will play for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, having concluded 20 seasons with the New England Patriots.
It would have normally merited uninterrupted coverage for days. But, as one sportswriter put it, the Brady story was taking place in a parallel universe. In our universe, the pandemic had cancelled sports.
Which is necessary, but remains a shame. Sports is play. Man, created in the image of God, needs both to work and to rest. Holy writ says nothing of God being at play, but He must be at some time, because creatures made in His image need to play. Even the angels dance on the head of a pin, and why would they do that if it wasn’t great fun?
At the very least, God must delight in our play. As the great Scottish sprinter – and Christian missionary in China – Eric Liddell said, “God made me fast. And when I run, I feel His pleasure.” The 1981 Academy Award winner for best picture, Chariots of Fire, tells his story. I might advise watching that during these home-bound days rather than another “classic” game.
Professional sports complicates this a bit. Play, for those engaged professionally in it, has become their work. Does this corrupt the play, to make it work? Maybe for some in practice, but not in principle. No more than the actor on stage or the singer on tour is less at play. Perhaps, like Liddell, they are the blessed ones, whose portion it is to play. And to play on behalf of those who don’t get to play.
Just as there are pray-ers who pray for those who do not or cannot pray, we might think of play-ers who play for those who do not or cannot play. And when life becomes anxious and heavy, we all need to have a little more play.
Recall that first game at Yankee Stadium after 9/11? Or when the New Orleans Saints returned to the Superdome after a season washed away by Hurricane Katrina? Or when, in the first days of the first Gulf War in 1991, Whitney Houston sang the national anthem at the Super Bowl, teaching an entire nation that it is possible to cheer and cry at the same time?
It’s not just for the crises. In that long decade of French-English tension from the October Crisis in 1970 to the referendum in 1980, every Saturday night Roger Doucet would sing O Canada at the Forum in Montreal, and les bleu-blanc-et-rouge would take to the ice and if Larry Robinson and Ken Dryden and Serge Savard and Guy Lafleur could all play for les Canadiens, coached by Scotty Bowman with Jean Beliveau in the executive suite, then Canada would be all right after all.
Play is not a commercial business, but it is serious business. And in serious times, we need play even more. That’s why those Italians confined to their apartment blocks step out on to their balconies at 6 p.m. to sing together.
Italy is rather too recent a national confection for the national anthem to resonate deeply, so the Italian Air Force took to the skies, billowing out their tricolore – verde, bianco, rosso – to a recording of Pavarotti’s Nessun Dorma. It’s better than a national anthem.
We need play. So when the Brady decision became public – the biggest question of the off season until the biggest question became the season itself – many, and not just sportswriters, were happy to have the chance to talk about play for a little while.
The news came out in strange fashion. No emotional press conference, like Peyton Manning had in 2012 when he left his career-long team, Indianapolis. Rather Brady put it out on social media.