<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Sport on Michael Morrison</title><link>https://michaelmorrison.com/tags/sport/</link><description>Recent content in Sport on Michael Morrison</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2026 00:00:00 -0700</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://michaelmorrison.com/tags/sport/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Unwatchable Race</title><link>https://michaelmorrison.com/essays/the-unwatchable-race/</link><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2026 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://michaelmorrison.com/essays/the-unwatchable-race/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had no use for motor racing. Loud, repetitive, a parade of billboards doing two hundred. Then a friend recommended &lt;em&gt;Drive to Survive&lt;/em&gt; and I lost a weekend, and what hooked me had almost nothing to do with cars. It was the people. Who they were, who they couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand, which garages were quietly at war, the engineering trickery, how a tenth of a second in Bahrain rearranged a friendship by August. In the early seasons, Guenther Steiner dropped lovable f-bombs left and right, and made you dread that post-race call to Gene Haas, the owner, along with him. The speed was the occasion. The story was the reason.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>