You don't have to be interested in basketball to be entertained by Will. "I suspect that yelling at the television is a form of ventilation that purges the spiritual toxins from me and insures my psychic well-being. After games, I often feel emptied out. Of course, the room I’ve been watching in can also be emptied out. This can be lonely following a loss. On the other hand, I fear that such ranting may represent a profound failure of impulse control of the same sort that results in murder, assault and Coach K-baiting. I asked the Buddhist scholar Robert Thurman whether my game-watching tendencies might result in my being reincarnated as an insect or a monkey or a baying coyote on the edge of some lonesome Western suburb. He answered that, indeed, there was some danger in that. I’ve had to weigh my intense fandom against the possibility that I will one day be crouched on all fours out in the desert scrub, barking with longing at a mystifying moon. For many of us, games become inchoate contests between differing values that we imagine represented by the competing teams. The games satisfy or disappoint our sense of virtue as members of the "right" group. In that sense, the games are not just games -- they’re morality plays. But I’d rather not take such a philosophical stance on game night, all right?"