A real winner

I heard today the name of a player of the week in a sport. Seems to me a player of the week has morphed into myriad players of the day, hour, month, year, decade, century and millennium. Everyone deserves to share winner status. Because this fantasy is so appealing, it’s tricky for human beings to recognize and acknowledge reality in each of its forms and dimensions. Take love, for example. "At its strongest and wildest and most authentic, love, is a demon. It is a religion, a high-risk adventure, an act of heroism. Love is ecstasy and injury, transcendence and danger, altruism and excess. In my ways, it is divine madness - and was recognized exactly as that as early as the time of Plato." If what author Cristina Nehring writes about love is true, should there not be just one winner, one lifetime, commitment, one and only one love? Just as the difference between platonic and realized love forms a chasm, should not the difference between ‘a’ winner and mere player remain unbreached?