Sports and games are hurdling borders as never beofre,in the process breeding fresh champions,creating new wealth.

Play allow us to explore and share our common roots and sensibilities,wherever we live,whatever the cultures from which we draw subtenance.
Play is elemetal to being human.All of us,when tiny children,tossed colored balls around,or watched lights dance before our eyes,or marveled at the patterns on our monthers's skirts.All of us once threw a pebble,a stick or a ball, all of us,sooner or later,enjoyed playing with a sibling or a friend,hopscotching down a pavement,running along a dirt track.All of us sooner or later formed teams-though usually something far less formal and serious than that implies-to compete(without knowing the word or its meaning)in games of skills or chance.We have all played games.Play is part what and who we are.Play cannot be denied,wrote the great DUTCH sociologist and historian Johan Huizinga in 1938.You can deny,if you like,nearly all abstractions:justice,beauty,truth,goodness,mind,god.You can deny seriousness,but not play.
If play is one of the things that defines what it is to be human,we should not be surprised if it is also something that allows us ti explore and share out common roots and sensibilities,wherever we live,whatever the cultures from which we revere.People have kicked or thrown balls from Mayan courts to Italian Renaissance piazzas.Because play is something we have in common,the origin of many modern games is impossible to fathom.Who first raced horses?Probably the youngsters in some Mongol horde,centuries ago,coaxing their brave little ponies over the endless steppe-a habit that eventually migrated to the deserts of Arabia and which then later became the sport of kings in England and whiskeyed cavaliers in Kentucky.It was not long ago that Chinese scholars claimed that the infernally difficult art of coaxing a small ball into a hole was first perfected in the Middle Kingdom-something that the descendants of those Scots who long ago belted a ball around the sand dunes that line the North Sea like a strand of pale yellow pearls had something to say about.