Why do we love sports? Well, there’s the existential aspect: We need meaning in life, and sports provides it, at least for some. Then, as scriptwriter Schur and sportswriter Posnanski put it, “Life is lonely, and sports provide community.” What’s more, sports, at least in the authors’ case, allows them to go tearing off to see what other nuts are up to. They find them everywhere. Schur imagines Posnanski asking a random stranger how it is that he became a Bears fan, receiving the reply, “I live in a prismatic hell from which there is no escape.” On a happier note, the two head to London for the World Darts Championship, its besotted fans dressed as if it were Halloween, “if Halloween had been designed from drunken adult Brits.” And if Halloween were about bananas instead of pumpkins, one might add. As for Canada: Well, as one Canadian succinctly puts it, “Every fucking day in Canada is National Fucking Hockey Day.” There’s plenty of goofiness, but there are also some serious reflections on various facets of sports. Darts may not seem like much of a sport as such, but the televised championship is viewed by millions around the world, as are chess matches. An especially thoughtful touch comes from Posnanski, who ruminates on the “radio rhythm” of different sports, with baseball the ideal pace, just as it’s the ideal game, while radio-broadcast football is “loud and chaotic and emotional and just a little bit nonsensical.” The writers diverge on some points—Schur hates violence, so naturally Posnanski condemns him to watch pro wrestling in revenge for having been dispatched to a pickleball tourney. But they agree firmly and rightly on one essential point: “we both despise the Dallas Cowboys.”