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Amy Bass

  • If I’m really being honest about the last year in sport, I would have to put procuring tickets to Taylor Swift’s upcoming “Eras” tour at the top of the pile. From failed verified fan registration links to a complete meltdown by Ticketmaster that took you out of the virtual line just as you thought you were stepping up to the window, the rodeo to get those seats had as much drama, tension, corruption, and excitement as anything FIFA could ever hallucinate.
  • As the soccer haters climbed onto their “penalty kicks are stupid” soapboxes after the conclusion of the 2022 World Cup men’s final (and let’s be clear – that final was the greatest single sport anything to have ever occurred anywhere ever) something truly bizarre happened just hours later: the conclusion of the Patriots’ game, in which the Las Vegas Raiders kept their playoff hopes and dreams alive with just three seconds left on the clock because of, well, honestly, there is no real explanation for what happened, other than deeming it the most inexplicable play in any sport, ever.
  • I love being a fan. As a lifelong Red Sox supporter, this means the kind of heartbreak and devotion that rivals any of the world’s major religions. As the mother of a Harry Styles and Taylor Swift fan, this means equal amounts of frustration and patience – and I’m looking at you, Ticketmaster – to get the kid to the shows.
  • So many of our great and famous moments in sport revolve around records being broken – I see you Aaron Judge – inspirational come-from-behind victories, or underdogs in some kind of Cinderella story scenario. Sport is, after all, about competition, about being a little bit faster, a little bit stronger, than the person next to you.
  • I didn’t shed any tears for Queen Elizabeth II until the moment I saw David Beckham enter Westminster Abbey after spending some 12 hours in line with the masses who wanted to pay final respects. I don’t know -- there was something about the way Bex looked, his emotions in full display across his face, an athlete who had sung “God Save the Queen” uncountable times while wearing a kit adorned with the three lions. It moved me.
  • Tennis for me started at Goodwood, an 18th century estate considered to be an exemplar of late-Georgian/early-Federalist architecture, a standout house in my small hometown of Richmond, Massachusetts. The property included a red clay court set on a grand field, far enough away from the house that Mrs. Buell, who lived in the manse, let the small community tennis group use it for lessons and tournaments. My earliest days at Goodwood, I sat on the sidelines watching my brother and sister battle in singles and my parents volunteer for what we called “mixed up doubles” – male/female teams composed of an adult and a child.
  • Every morning for the last several months, I have reached for a small orange and black pin from the top of my bureau and attached it to whatever I’m wearing that day – a dress, a blouse, a tee, a sweatshirt. “We Are BG,” reads the pin, and every day that I wear it, at least one person asks me what it means, making at least one more person who knows about the detainment of basketball legend Brittney Griner in a Russian prison.
  • I don’t know a lot about Oakland. I’ve been there, spent a few nights with a cousin many years ago when I traipsed across the country and back with my sister on a grand adventure. But mostly, when I think of Oakland, I think of baseball.
  • On Tuesday night, I took my usual spot, my daughter at my side, on the bleachers at Manhattanville College, just a stone’s throw from my office in Founders Hall. I tend to sit middle left at GoValiants.Com field, wedged between the unofficial students’ section and the unofficial parents’ section. The event? Women’s lacrosse – the first playoff game of the Skyline Conference postseason.
  • I celebrated a birthday a few days ago. It felt good. That weekend, I went out to dinner with friends who are like family – cocktails, wine, steaks – the whole nine yards. On the actual day, I woke to a tsunami of texts and messages on social media, had lunch with two dear friends, and celebrated again that evening with takeout, cake, and drinks, surrounded by my family and even more friends.