You get the creeps when puffs of air simulating scarab beetles

There are a very small percentage of people in this world who are blessed with the athleticism and natural talent necessary to experience sports at the professional level.

Wouldn’t it be great if we could all have a similar experience?

My wife and I had the privilege this summer to go to Universal Studios in Hollywood for free as part of a complementary media invitation.

I hadn’t been to this theme park since my parents took my little sister and me seven years ago, so needless to say a lot had changed since then.

My wife had never been, giving me the benefit of viewing the park through her eyes, as well.

What we noticed was how amazingly detailed and fan-friendly the park was.

Everything — from the fantastic Transformers 3-D ride to the frighteningly haunted House of Horrors — had the look and feel of a product with a lot of thought behind it and a lot of polish placed on afterwards.

The park is truly immersive, and that’s thanks in no small part to a preponderance of unique and highly technical rides and experiences on display throughout Universal Studios Hollywood.

You really do feel like you’re fighting among giant robots while being sprayed with oil and smoke on Transformers.

You get the creeps when puffs of air simulating scarab beetles attack your shins in the pitch blackness that is Revenge of the Mummy.

That T-Rex really does look like it’s going to eat your entire boat on the Jurassic Park ride.

You feel a moment of terror as King Kong leaps over your studio tour tram to tussle with some dinosaurs in a fully 3-D experience that looks and feels incredible.

While my wife and I love roller coasters, the integration of some of the spectacular technological advances that are out there in the world with theme park rides is an incredibly distinctive experience.

So why not do this with sports?

Just think: you’re sitting in a four-person cart which has maneuverable capabilities to the left, right, forwards and backwards.

Surround-sound speakers pipe in the recorded cheering of tens of thousands of fans as a 3-D screen in front of you lights up, showing you a ground-level view of a pristinely green field.

You breathe through your nose and catch a whiff of what could only be 100 percent, God-made, man-maintained turf as a Super Bowl breeze breathes through your hair.

The crowd roars as a 3-D football seemingly lands in your lap, and your cart takes off, dodging, dipping, ducking, diving and dodging again to avoid nearly a dozen gargantuan defenders dedicated to keeping you out of the end zone.