Ok, here's what I really think.
Man has a natural instinct to fight and compete. As we have evolved sport has become a natural means to harness and channel those innate competitive instincts inside all of us.
Centuries ago the Olympic sports were derived from drills and disciplines practiced by soldiers, javelin throwing, shot put, wrestling etc...
Gladiators were approached by sword makers and blacksmiths and asked to endorse their brands of weapons and armour and to promote them to soldiers that were their fans, much in the same way that Nike would approach and endorse Cristiano Ronaldo today. Women of nobility that had been selected for their beauty and married off to impotent men of high status would swoon at the virility, heart and balls on display in the area, they’d seek out their favourite gladiators, idolise them and court them for the kind of primal carnal animal sex that their limp dicked aristocratic partners were usually unable or unwilling to treat them to, (the modern equivalent would be say…princess Diana and Will Carling or Zara Philips and Tindell).
As mankind has progressed sport's role in training soldiers for battle, creating that sense of community spirit etc and inspiring young men to train and to better ourselves as fighters (i.e soldiers of the state) has taken a back seat. Today it's more an outlet for those primal tribal instincts within us to compete and to know who the 'best' is.
Having said that I think being obsessed about anything that one doesn’t actively participate in becomes sad after a while no matter what it is (sport/music/arts/politics). Because it becomes about living life vicariously through someone/something else…and that’s never cool.
And an aside to all this is that for their complaints (about the ‘bloody’ football etc) most of the women I’ve known/hooked up with have kinda enjoyed becoming swept up in certain sports/events. I think in a strange sort of way women ‘get it’, they like to see men being men, (watching boxing/mma makes their pussies wet) and of course they like to be there with us and cradle our heads in their bosom when our team crashes out in a desperate penalty shootout after 120minutes of toe to toe battle, I think in a primal way it makes women feel ‘necessary’ too in a sense…they can become all maternal and nurturing and look after us and ‘cheer us up’.
Which in a sense is an extension of the primal role they would have occupied in primitive societies centuries ago, of coming along after the chaos of battle and picking up the pieces and putting the men ‘back together’ by providing them with ‘food’ and ‘sex’…accept these days that’s more likely to be done by taking us for a Chinese take away and then home for a nice long blow job…which of course is fine by me.
