I think the point of sport isn't to be perfect, but to be visual, visceral, and exciting. Watching actual dudes running along a pitch with a ball is far more awesome than having a bunch of calculations done and observing the outcome.

It's the imperfection that is what is interesting to our brains, we like the analogue, the random, the warm, the fuzzy, the imperfect. Machines are bland in comparison to the rich inconsistency of our organic selves.