What's your passion: politics. religion, sports?

It's Only Sports

In the World of Questy I often take on topics from the realms of politics and religion. I find it frustrating that much of the conversations on many topics is nothing more than mindless name calling.

A few years ago I met a fellow writer for, and we followed each others writing online. Although I never had the pleasure of meeting Patrick in person, we chatted online and communicated regularly with email and Facebook posts. Among other things, Patrick wrote about Progressive Politics and the Oakland Raiders. 

I grew up in Western Pennsylvania, a Pittsburgh Steelers fan. While Patrick was a bit younger than me, we shared conversation on the "good old days" of Steelers versus Raiders rivalries.

I wished him well before a Steelers versus Raiders game, and hoped for a good game.  When things did not work out well for the Raiders, I did not say a word to him. I had too much respect for his passion.

On the political side, some of Patrick's views were about as opposite as mine as one could get, and yet we found common ground to talk about things, such as how folks from both sides were not willing to make sacrifices for their cause, and the apathy on both sides of the political spectrum by supporters of various issues.

Sports, politics, and yes, even religion, Patrick and I shared philosophical views as well. While our interests were on different ends of various spectrum's, we shared a passion for the things we believed in, and from that, had a great respect for each others view.

I remember one day when I could tell from some of Patrick's Facebook posts he was having a bad day, and someone was harassing him about something he had written. 

With some of the extreme comments he made in his political writing, I assumed that was the cause of his frustrations. I asked if folks often gave him any grief for his political comments.  He told me he seldom had any issues from readers of his political articles.  The issue he was having that was causing him grief was because of something critical he said about the Oakland Raiders.

Perhaps a sad commentary about our world today, but folks seem to be more and more indifferent about politics and religion, and the most passionate about their sports teams. The quickest way to start a fight or damage a friendship is to harass a friend the morning after their favorite sports team has lost.

Sadly Patrick passed away not long after I met him, but I think of him as I launch a new web site on sports.

It's Only Sports is a website that will look at various sports issues. As we do with other social and political issues, Questy's mission is to stretch your brain to see things in a different perspective.

We don't care who is winning or losing. We don't care about stats.  We take a look at the good, the bad, and the ugly side of sports. We hope to put some issues into perspective, and to remind you, It's Only Sports.

A Personal Father's Day Reflection on the Journey of Life

Tom Peracchio 1961For me father's day will always be a true understanding of the word bittersweet.

In a rather odd twist to the circle of life,
my first father's day as a father,
was my first father's day without my father.

They say a man does not understand death,
until he loses his father.

Does a man not understand life,
until he becomes a father?

Should I be sad for what I have lost?
I have no more remorse for the fears,
than I have for the joys.

Should I be happy for what I have gained?
I have no more regret for the tears,
than I have for the laughter.

The death of my father marked the end of a journey,
a time when nothing seemed to matter.
It was the worst of times.
I felt so tired I thought I would die.

The birth of my daughter marked the start of journey,
and everything seemed to have a purpose.
It was the best of times.
I had so much energy I felt I could fly.

Twenty years have past since my daughter was born,
and my father passed away.
I look back on things I read, and things I wrote.

I do not always have a clear destination in mind,
but I feel sure of my journey.
To appreciate the journey, is to appreciate life.


First published in 2010 for the now defunct website Associated Content, I collected some thoughts gathered over the years to write a father's day reflection in the form of the poem as it appears here.  The personal photograph is of me and my father. For those of you old enough to remember, I am holding my "Beanie Boy" doll from the Beanie and Cecil Show.

Original poem, thoughts, and photos, the property of Tom Peracchio.  Reposting or reusing content on other sites is just plain rude.


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