From Frisbees to Family: How Sports Taught Me the True Meaning of Community

A Game of Connection

Sports have never been my main passion. But they always seem to sneak back into my life — especially when community and connection are involved.

For someone more comfortable in the garden than on the field, I’ve learned that sports aren’t really about keeping score. They’re about teamwork, laughter, and shared stories that stick with you long after the final whistle.

Back When I Played

Back in graduate school, a group of friends and colleagues had a standing tradition of meeting twice a week to rotate between volleyball, soccer, and ultimate frisbee. Rain or shine, homework or no, we almost always managed to get enough players for two teams. Those games were the highlight of my week — a sweaty, laughter-filled break from the grind of grad school. We learned to read each other’s signals, celebrate small victories, and laugh off missed goals. These lessons translated well both to the lab and to the classroom. And, of course, the post-game burgers and beers were every bit as important as the play itself.

The Knee Incident (and Das Boot)

My sports “career,” however, took a dramatic turn during one fateful ultimate frisbee game. I jumped, landed wrong, and felt that awful twist — I had dislocated my right kneecap. That injury ended my athletic adventures at the tender age of 24. I still remember that sharp pop, the scramble to the sidelines, and the next day’s slow walk to urgent care. A few weeks later, at my own going-away party and still determined to have fun, I went with my crew to the Essenhaus to dance the polka. Let’s just say: bad idea. Same knee, same problem.

Looking back, I can admit that drinking Das Boot probably had something to do with my decision to hit the dance floor on a bum knee. Lesson learned, but it’s still one of those stories we laugh about around the table. Now, more than a decade later, the memory makes me smile far more than it aches.

Watching Now, Not Playing

These days, sports play a different role in my life. I may not be on the field anymore, but I love the energy of watching a good game — especially live. There’s something about a football or baseball crowd that brings people together so naturally. Strangers high-five after a score, pass along shared cheers, or tease rival fans in good fun. Tailgates are my favorite part — not because of the game itself, but for the food and fellowship that surround them. The smoky scent of burgers, laughter spilling from nearby tents, friends swapping recipes for dips or barbecue sauces — it’s all about connection. Like sharing a dish at a potluck or passing homegrown tomatoes over the fence, sports gatherings are another way we build community one joyful moment at a time.

From Tailgates to Home Games

On game days at home, the living room becomes our little stadium. The kids get into the excitement (mostly for the snacks), and we all share those small, easy moments of joy — a great play, a plate of nachos disappearing too quickly, and the cat hiding under the couch, wondering why the humans are hollering again. I may not follow every stat or play, but I love how sports create reasons to pause, eat, laugh, and just be together — much like a shared meal from the garden or a neighborhood cookout.

A Different Kind of Teamwork

I sometimes joke that I traded my frisbee for a trowel and volleyball sand for garden soil, but the lessons stuck. Whether it’s tending tomatoes, playing pickup soccer with my kids in the yard, or cheering from the sidelines, the spirit of teamwork, joy, and shared stories keeps showing up.

In the end, community is the real team sport — and that’s one I’ll never retire from.

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What’s one sport or shared activity that’s helped your community grow closer?

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