The baseball team my parents root for, the Red Sox, are going to the World Series. This is devastating news to a nervous little Yorkie like me. I like a calm house. An evening with my parents reclining in their chairs, watching something relaxing, like “Dancing With the Stars,” is perfect for me. I find a lap, listen to the music, and float away. I could be a therapy dog for humans coping with hypertension. Whenever either of my parents tenses the slightest, I am next to them, using my right paw to jostle their arm. I know what cures a tense human: Rubbing my soft fur. Life certainly comes with enough tension: Money problems, illnesses, arguments, the state of the world. There is no escaping it. So why do humans watch sporting events that makes them nervous and often leaves them sad? It is one of life’s greatest mysteries. It is bad enough that the Patriots keep going to the Super Bowl. Year after year, no matter what happens, they are there. Does the rest of the count