As I sat down to write my blog today I was thinking about the ups and downs of being a sports fan. What it really means to live and die for your team. I know when my favorite player Michael Vick was going through his legal matters, I couldn’t watch SportsCenter, I couldn’t read anything online, in the paper, or listen to the radio. I had to resort to waking up to the Disney Channel, in order to feel some happiness. I know all my friends were wondering how did I become such a Disney freak, blame Michael lol.
I told myself before I die I want to write a book called “Say It Isn’t So: The Heartbreak of Being a Sports Fan… or something to that sort. The juice of it will be to highlight all those sports moments where even if you weren’t a fan of that particular team, you felt their pain or at least pitied them. A few of those moments come to mind… remember when the Chicago Cubs had only five more outs against the Florida Marlins in the NLCS, only five more outs to the World Series, and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named… cough cough Steve Bartman stuck his little hand out to catch the invisible fly ball. Or… remember when my beloved New York Yankees allowed the Boston Red Sox to come back and win the ALCS after they were up 3-0. I still can’t watch replays or highlights of that series. And even if you aren’t a New England Patriots fan how great would it have been to witness a team go 19-0. I still hate Eli Manning for that one.
Even with the heartache I couldn’t imagine life without sports. As a fan, you live for those jaw dropping, heart stopping, once in a life time moments. And there is no better feeling than to witness your team sail into victory. You gotta love it!
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