After the amazing comeback by the Patriots, I was sad. Sure Brady and company pulled off one the greatest victories of all time, all at the expense of the poor Falcons. I am not a fan of either but felt that was one of biggest gut punches any team could take. New England wanted that victory more than anything. It preserves their place in the annals of NFL football history. Their fans are euphoric, while over in Atlanta the remake of Gone with the Wind was airing.
When you see the opposing team storm the field after they won the big game it feels like someone either threw rubbing alcohol on an open wound or you just sit dumbfounded by the turn of events. I personally acknowledge the bitter taste of defeat, which then turns into anger and then it manifests into a dumb stupor. The next day, I try to blurt it out of my brain and focus on positive things like puppies and strawberry short cake. In reality, I try to ask myself why did spend so much damn time getting wrapped up in the lives of millionaires while I watch their games in my underwear eating a bowl of cereal. After much introspection, I realize I put up with the silliness of being a loyal fan because the team I follow is part of me.
As much as I don’t want to get emotionally sucked in the daily ups and downs of my favorite teams, I eventually come around and get concerned if things are not going so good. Hey! They lost five games in a row, I better listen to sports talk radio and find out what the hell is going on. The worst roller coaster rides are the NBA and MLB seasons because they drone on forever and there are mini seasons that happen within the big season. First, your team starts out, guns a blazing, winning and getting everybody excited, then about half way through the season they hit a road block and skid off the tracks. Players become injured and now the team has to trade a bundle of young prospects to get a player who might come in and save the day. Sound familiar? That’s the MLB every year and the NBA is almost the same except they save most of their torture for the end at the playoffs. The NBA and the NHL have piled on four rounds of playoffs that they make you endure for three months.
As a loyal fan if you have lasted through the marathon season and managed to give a damn to the end, you now you get to bite your nails down to the nubs and watch the playoff rounds. If your team manages to move forward into another tier of the playoffs you get to change your life and normal behavior into the scheduled time of the games. You make arrangement for food choices and who you will watch the game with. If you fly solo and want to be left alone in your living room while you sweat it out, you get the luxury of talking to yourself. I have done this plenty of times and find it liberating to cuss, burp and yell in privacy. I personally like to be around a gathering of people during a big sporting event because it distracts you from having to watch every single minute of every single play.
If your team is fortunate to win the big game, you get to walk on cloud nine for a brief moment in time. You get to gloat and talk trash against all of the naysayers and best yet you get to buy clothing that said your team won the championship. If your team loses the championship game you get mixed emotions. Those mixed emotions are cross between anger, sadness, despair and denial. I go into denial that it never happened and try to act as if it was no big deal. But in reality it hurts and you first want to blame those athletes and coaches who blew it and chocked and sometimes it’s the referees and umpires faults. This is all part of the deal when you become a loyal fan and if you are Cleveland Indian fan then you have endured more abuse than normal Maybe it’s their year but if it doesn’t happen, I suggest do not watch professional team sports. Decompress and watch another sport, perhaps the X games, but just in case you are interested spring training is only weeks away.
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