Growing up in New Mexico, I attended and participated in just about every kind of local sporting event — tournaments and leagues spanning soccer, basketball, swimming and lots of tennis. When I wasn’t playing, I would walk around alone or sit with my grandma, listening to the sounds of the game. I remember the screech of footwork and shouts of “Come on!” but also the conversations in the crowds, especially the stories about players and their reputations around town: who was dating whom, who cheated at the game or in their personal life, who had a recent triumph (a newly opened restaurant) or a loss (crashed while biking in the foothills).