stinky giants
the giants lost today. disappointing. very disappointing. they had won six straight going into a showdown with the one team above them, the cowboys. 31-20. damn giants. i was mad they lost but more mad that i was mad. following sports is a losing hobby regardless of how you look at it. the odds of every single one of your teams winning the championship every single year is slim. so, in all likelihood, you will experience a fair amount of heart-breaking losses and a healthy hatred for all things boston. what do people who don’t follow sports do? have happier, more fulfilling lives? exercise instead of watching others exercise? spend their sunday afternoons yelling not at a t.v. but at an actual person? Wear hats commemorating a worldly cause or institution? Not take out festering hostility on their spouses? See Tony Romo at the supermarket and pass right by, unfazed? The good thing about watching sports is that you can go to games and there are thousands of people just like you, a fraternity of sorts. The bad thing is that you spend hours and days and weeks pinning your hopes on the outcomes of games that are completely trivial. The good thing is that a win will make you happy for no good reason. The bad thing is that you get upset when your team loses and it hurts for days and people who cheer for your team’s rival have bragging rights over you that are completely undeserved. So sports. Good or bad? A legitimate debate. In the end, you should ask yourself who you would rather become. A Renaissance man. An intellectual. A skilled, accomplished, knowledgeable citizen making a difference in the world. Or a cranky, unbalanced, moody, pessimistic, insecure jerk-face who smells like cheese. I know being a sports fan may seem bleak, but if the giants win next week, I can live with the cheese for another week. I have won some free happiness. Can’t get that at a museum.
