Curley: It’s OK to cry over the Zags

I’m a crier.

Books. Movies. A beautiful column by my favorite writer . All of them can bring me to Tammy Faye levels of public weeping. You don’t even want to know what a Hallmark Christmas card commercial can do to me.

I’ve even cried at a Motley Crue concert. (It’s all about the soundtrack of your teenage years being performed in front of you. Except really loud. With lots of fireworks. And super salty language.)

But sports is what really tugs at my heartstrings. It’s the romance of the game that gets me every single time. Especially when there is such a good story to be told before tipoff or first pitch.

That’s why a movie like “ Hoosiers ” can turn me into a sobbing gob of goo. You mix sports, plot and emotion together and I’m done. Put a fork in me.

This is what makes this year’s Gonzaga tale – you know, the ultimate connection between a community and its hometown team – one that makes you feel warm all over. Then the next thing you know, you’re grabbing a box of Kleenex and telling everyone around you how much you love them. More here.