Because, for me, as a viewer and as a skating parent, every other competition is about what happens in the moment, and those moments are fleeting. It doesn't matter how you did in practice or the 6-minute warm-up. It doesn't matter how you did in the last competition. It's what you put out there on the ice, this time, against these competitors. You kill it in all your programs all year but miss Sectionals by .01, that's rough. But that's figure skating. You made Nationals last year and medaled, but didn't make it out of Sectionals this year, even though you're hitting jumps in every other competition that no other skaters are hitting? That's the fabled thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.
I've said this elsewhere, so I'll keep it short here. But what's gripping about watching sports is The Moment. The Moment when the underdog beats the favored one and is rewarded. The most fabled moment in all of sports is the USA team of rag-tag, no name hockey players beating the juggernaut Soviets at the 1980 Olympics. They lost to them the week before the start of the Olympics. Not just lost, were crushed. They only tied the highly-favored Swedes in the opening round. Why even allow them to play the 2nd-ranked team at all?
When they won it all, it was one of the most -- if not the most -- thrilling moments in sports history. It could have gone wrong a millions ways, a hundred times.
It's not a perfect analogy. Team sports and individual judged sports are different animals. But I think about why I watch sports, why many people watch sports. It's the antidote to knowing-the-ending in life and the hope of the surprise victory in spite of falling short so many other times. It's the #WeGetUp. Ross Miner might have been sent to the Olympics and bombed. Or, it could have been a highlight reel for the ages that would have inspired a few more kids to get on the ice. We'll never know.