Well, mhendo, allow me to say “you’re welcome” on behalf of my beloved Giants (that’s football, you baseball heathens) for giving you two sources of pleasure…being owned in the superbowl you mentioned, and beating the crap out of Warner in week 1.
That MNF game was truly spectacular, despite the painful divisional loss.
I often find the elitist mentality of “I play sports…what’s the point of watching?” amusing. You will never hear a musician/writer/painter/artist/comedian/actor echo these sentiments…they will almost always say they listen/read/watch as much as they can. Mostly because it helps them do what they do.
Sports allow whole communities to come together, and share common ground, regardless of racial/ethnic/religious/political/moral differences. And that is a powerful thing. It is difficult to dehumanize somebody who shares a similar interest.
Try running errands all week wearing a baseball hat with the local NFL team’s logo on it, and you’ll be amazed how many spontaneous conversations complete strangers will start with you. After last season’s finale between the Giants and Eagles, while I was wearing my Giants hat, the gas station guy, the deli guy, and the convenience store guy all started up conversations with me out of the blue.
At very least, sports is a more interesting small-talk filler than the weather.
At its best, sport allows people to transcend any and all divisive issues to reach a common ground. Sports have strengthened countless Father-Son relationships, and inspired more than a little “hometown pride”.
And you don’t have to be blessed with genetic athletic ability to be a fan. Not all of us can play sports equally well, so good luck coming together with your fellow softballers if you can’t hit or catch. But just mention how the Yankees are the Evil Empire, and you have acquaintances for life.
All that aside, it has intrinsic entertainment value. It is the only true reality TV that has ever existed. No scripts. No contrived scenarios. And it’s a damn sight more fulfilling than watching Everybody Loves Raymond.
If you want to know the true value of sports, go hang out in any stadium parking lot 2 hours before kickoff on a Sunday afternoon. Those people are much happier and friendlier than if you met them in the grocery store checkout line. (Except in Philadelphia, of course – those people are scum.)
The other question about it runining your week or making your day? My week was not ruined this week…that loss was in a game for the ages. I was majorly bummed for about 3 days after the San Fran debacle last year in the playoffs, and actually slipped into a deep funk for a week after the aforementioned superbowl. Other than that, I’ve never lost sleep over my Giants.
But there have been countless weeks where I’ve been happier than a pig in shit after a good, hard-fought win by the G-Men. The week before that very same Superbowl, for instance, I was on cloud nine. (41-0 pounding of the Vikes.) But the biggest example would be last season. For the entire month of December, I was in heaven, being a secondary Jets fan as well. (Their dismantling of the Colts helped ease the pain of the 49ers game.)
Btw, I just thought of a perfect example. A while back, there was a thread about bachelor parties. I confess I was getting very pissed off, and started feeling very negatively about the OP. All of a sudden, somewhere around page 3, she drops the bombshell that she’s a Giants fan. Immediately I fell in love. Go figure.
Go Big Blue!
Must…Kill…Redskins…