Sports
For decades, I was the epitome of a Die-Hard Cubs Fan. If you were to cut me open, I would bleed Cubbie Blue. However, even when I was in the throes of my Cubs fandom, I knew that, once they won the World Series, it would be over for me. For the Cubs, not winning the World Series was their thing. Then they won. I was as joyful as the next guy, but I haven’t watched but about 10 pitches of baseball since then.
I was also a moderately casual (gridiron) football fan, and religiously played fantasy football in a league that includes some family and friends. I always begrudged the NFL for taking itself so fucking seriously, and turned a blind eye to other things about the league that bothered me. But over the past 10 years the shameless appeal to Trump Bros, the military fetishism before games, its continual turning of blind eyes to player conduct and its refusal to deal with CTE, have all just put a bad taste in my mouth. I dropped out of my fantasy football league and the most attention I pay to it is checking the standings now and then (my family are Bears fans and my Mom is a Saints fan, I like to see how each team is doing from time to time).
Over the past decade I’ve taken an interest in soccer. I’ve adopted St. Louis City as my team (I live in Missouri, about 95 miles from St. Louis). Their inaugural season was one for the ages! More broadly, however, I have no real connection to any European team so while I appreciate the quality of play across the ocean, I have no team to root for over there. International soccer is fun to watch, despite the USMNT brining naught but disappointment for as long as I can remember. And the days of the USWNT being dominant appear to be over.
Religion
This was a tough one. When I left religion I also left behind a community. And music. Some of my favorite songs are (were?) religious ones. It’s a bit of a disconnect trying to enjoy the music while ignoring the lyrics.
Religion-Adjacent
When I ditched religion, I adopted skepticism. The problem with that is that my newfound skepticism allows no room for the belief in the paranormal that I once had. I used to love reading about ghosts and watching TV shows (later YouTube videos) about ghosts and such. Now all I do is just laugh and say it’s faked, or pareidolia, or whatever.
Also, now that I no longer practice Christianity, I’ve lost interest in Christmas. That sucks, because Christmas was somewhat fun. But I’m willing to die on this hill: if you don’t practice a religion, you shouldn’t celebrate its holidays.