My sport involves sitting five feet in the air atop an animal hurling ourselves at jumps at 40 kilometers an hour while keeping my shoulders back, eyes up, heels down, elbows in, and bieng so in tune with my teammate, who can decide at anytime to abandon ship and throw me 10 feet into the air where i would most deffinitely find sudden and painful CONTACT with the ground, that I can communicate with a subtle squeeze of my fourth finger bringing this animal 10 times my size to a dead stop. Tell me again how riding isn't a sport?