Sports fans can be obnoxious, loud, arrogant brutes with no consideration for others around them. This is not why I like sports.
Athletes are greed-driven monsters blessed with the physical talents billions of people around the world would gladly trade three toes for, but who aren’t humble enough to realize this, hence the terrible attitude and careless attention to finances. This is not why I like sports.
Team owners care less about the sport and more about the jerseys and merchandise they can heave onto shoppers who, let’s face it, never needed a pink NY Yankees Eskimo hat in the first place, but because they are convinced they must pledge their loyalty, buy two of them anyway. This is not why I like sports.
In 2008, during Super Bowl XL-whatever, a team that was written off and encouraged to be grateful they made it to the championship game, played against another team that was so brutally dominant throughout the entire season, that a nation of viewers assumed the game would be over before it even got started. We were all wrong. This is why I like sports.
That game was the Giants beating the undefeated Patriots (duh!) and it is the best example I can think of to explain why I like sports so much. See, it has nothing to do with slobbering, pathetic losers who jump out of their chairs and cause a ruckus for everyone around them. Sports, like most other things, are an escape. They help me forget about bills I have to pay, girls I have to impress, and all sorts of pus-filled blisters of responsibility The Universe loves to sprout throughout my week.
Sports are unpredictable. We never have any idea what will happen, even when we think we do. From this, there is inspiration…and hope. When you hear so many times that a team or an athlete can’t do something, then watch them brandish their fangs and get it done, it’s a whole new level of believing something can happen.
Sports are fun to argue about because no matter how heated it gets, it has no impact on anything around us, except that it distracts us from the bullshit we struggle to get through day in and day out. The one moron who takes it too far does not speak for the millions of others who don’t. Idiots will always ruin a good time because these days, idiots get the spotlight.
Regardless of the people out there who think it’s funny to knock it, I will always like sports. Maybe it’s because they don’t understand. They might think it’s OK to be indifferent or apathetic or snooty or condescending or sarcastic or degrading or lazily make a comment like, “Yay, sports” when I’m watching a game. But it’s because they don’t understand. That’s generally the only reason why people like to bash something.
Me? I try not to bash anything anymore. The days are too short for that kinda nonsense. Besides, my time is better spent watching a basketball team organize themselves on the court for one last shot that may or may not win the game. So yeah, yay sports.