I just can’t tell you how low on the totem pole sports figures into my world view. However, because I live in Tallahassee, I’m required by law to care about whether or not Florida State wins or loses. I’m just kidding about that “required by law” thing. But from a social standpoint, it’s good to at least ACT like you care. So I do.
I’m pretty sure that my indifference is perfectly obvious. On the other hand, I do follow them, so I guess I get a pass many times for not being passionate about it.
That said, I tried to find the game between FSU and VCU on TV last night and could not, and this morning I was glad I didn’t. VCU 72, FSU 71? Oh No! I hated that! I was glad I didn’t see it. That may be why I hate sports. I can’t bear the dashing of hopes part.
May the best man/team win. In sports, that simply does not happen. There is just a moment in time where it’s over. Regardless of who is best, the buzzer has sounded. Who deserves it and who doesn’t is immaterial. Maybe in life too. Maybe it’s luck. In a fair world, FSU should have won. But to trot out a cliche, life is not fair. Maybe that is the attraction for some people.
I don’t need that vicarious sitting-on-the-edge of my seat feeling. My real life feels that way already. It’s scary and disapponting enough without help.