Ah... the sweet feeling of love.

Seeing as how this coming Saturday will be Valentine’s Day, I started thinking about things that I love. I could try to write down a list of all the things I love, starting first and foremost with my family and my sweet girlfriend, but I have neither the time nor your patience. So I decided to list just a few…

I love the way Alexander Ovechkin celebrates when he scores a goal.

I love the way Liverpool fans in England sing “You’ll Never Walk Alone” as loud as they can when their team walks out onto the field before matches.

I love the low tunnel in Blacksburg, Virginia, the one that the Virginia Tech football team comes out of before games.

I was fortunate enough growing up to get the chance to see Michael Jordan play in Chicago, and I loved it when, after reading the visiting team’s starting line-up in the most dull of voices, the announcer screamed as the lights went out, “AAAAAAAAAAND NOW!! The starting line-up for YOUR CHICAGO BULLS!!”

I love the fact that goalies always lead their teams out onto the ice.

And I love the way hockey players protect them.

I love fight songs in college.

I love curtain calls in baseball.

I love that ESPN uses Erin Andrews as a sideline reporter as often as they do.

I love the fact that Ahmard Hall of the Tennessee Titans, who served four years as a U.S. Marine in Kosovo and Afghanistan, runs out of the tunnel before every home game holding an American flag over his head.

I love the zone that Red Sox closer Jonathan Papelbon gets in, to the point that it looks like he’ll go chew off the catcher’s facemask if he doesn’t give him the signal for fastball.

I love flyovers, and the way they simultaneously bring both goose bumps and tears.

I love how Ronnie Lott had his fractured pinky cut off as a senior at Southern California, just so he wouldn’t have to sit on the bench the rest of the season with a pinky brace.

I love watching the Kentucky Derby every year, and my favorite part is when the announcer screams, “And down the stretch they come!”

I loved the fact that when Barry Bonds became a free agent, not one team wanted to sign him.

I love how fired up Tim Tebow gets.

I love how Rocky Marciano never stayed down.

I love the look on pro hockey players’ faces when they’re about to hoist the Stanley Cup. It’s the same look most of them had as 5-year-olds.

I love how the music swells in the movie “Rudy” when he finally gets a chance to run out onto the field.

I love watching Tiger Woods on a Sunday afternoon in Augusta line up for a putt on the 18th, and how everyone just knows he’s going to make it.

I love the mutual hatred between Michigan and Ohio State, and how their hatred in this world is rivaled only by perhaps Jews and Nazis.

I love that the Klitschko brothers will never fight each other.

I love how quiet Lucas Oil Stadium gets in Indianapolis when Peyton Manning has the ball, and how the decibel level instantly goes from 0 to 140 when he connects with Reggie Wayne for a touchdown pass.

I love the match race scene in the movie “Seabiscuit,” and how when our hero turns it on coming out of the final turn, you can hear the announcer scream, “HEEEEEEERE COMES SEABISCUIT!!”

I still love the great call by Al Michaels, “Do you believe in miracles?! YES!!”

I love and miss boxer Arturo “Thunder” Gatti, and how he walked slowly to the ring serenaded by AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck,” and how every fan in the arena smiled knowing they were really about to get their money’s worth.

And I also love the white strip on my cat’s nose, and how it peeks thru the blinds of the back door every time I pull into the driveway.

That’s love.