Hey PBear. I usually don’t bother with these kinds of threads because, generally speaking, “I don’t understand sports” is code for “sports are dumb, and you’re dumb for thinking they’re cool,” but I think I might be able to explain this a little bit.
Let’s assume, for the moment, that you really like to read, PBear. I don’t know for a fact that you do, but you must like something, and I figure on this board reading’s as good a bet as any. So, your parents read to you all the time as a kid, and you’ve always had a book nearby, all throughout your life, let’s say. You especially love, uh, Cormac McCarthy; he’s your favorite. What he writes really speaks to you – you understand it, it evokes powerful emotions, it’s great stuff. If another Cormac McCarthy book comes out, you’ll be all over it. Maybe you like his books because somebody you loved turned you on to him, maybe you stumbled upon Blood Meridian at a really emotional time in your life, whatever; there could be more or less concrete reasons that you’re a “fan,” but Cormac McCarthy is your “team.” You have other teams, but he’s your favorite, OK? OK, now me:
I played a lot of sports as a kid; that’s the first thing that’s probably important to keep in mind. So I know the language and the customs, I’ve been around the culture of sports, etc. It’s familiar to me. “My” teams are Florida State University football, University of Kentucky basketball, and the Philadelphia professional teams. By way of explanation, I went to Florida State, my family’s from Kentucky, and I personally grew up in Philadelphia, respectively. So I got my love of Florida State football from personally attending the games & from actually going to class with the students, my love of Kentucky from my family, and my love of the Philly teams from growing up in the town. Anyway, for reasons that maybe I can’t fully articulate or explain in rational terms, those are my favorite teams.
That parallel probably isn’t especially impressive to you, especially since you already said you understand the entertainment part (hell, you already said “I already said that”). Here’s the difference, the reason sports fans have more of the exterior manifestations of their geekiness – “my” team plays “Ellis Dee’s” team, twice a year. So, the reason I invented the McCarthy thing is this – imagine ol’ Cormac, for a couple months out of the year, participated in little writing contests against other authors. When Sunday afternoon rolled around, and the Cormac v. Dan Brown contest was about to begin on CBS, tell me you wouldn’t be sitting in front of the TV with a “the Kid” hat on. Come on. Tell me you wouldn’t want to see McCarthy wipe the floor with Dan Brown, so you could go into work and laugh in the faces of all those schmucks who told you how unbelievably controversial the Da Vinci Code was (If you’re a Dan Brown fan, I meant Tom Clancy. If you’re also a Tom Clancy fan, I meant either Al Franken or Ann Coulter; substitute as necessary). Because, you see, you’ve got something very important at stake in that case – if Cormac loses, he’s been declared inferior to the other guy. By extension, YOU’VE been declared inferior to the people who supported the other guy. Conversely, when Cormac wins over Dan Brown, you win over the Dan Brown fans. By virtue of the outcome of that contest, your preference has been vindicated.
That’s the key, as I see it. That’s the reason sports fans are so expressive and so, you know, obnoxious, about their fandom – because it’s constantly being tested. There’s direct competition; as a result, me and my fellow Philadelphia Eagles fans, as a group, are in competition with all the New York Giants fans, as a group. If my team wins on Sunday, on Monday morning I can walk into the office, or the classroom, or wherever, and say HAH! Philadelphia reigns supreme yet again! If one of the teams I root for had a really terrible season, all the fans of other teams would laugh and gloat about it, because they’d be on top. Sure, it’s vicarious, and it’s childish, but it’s real, to us, and I believe it would be real to anybody else if the subject of their geeky obsession was constantly being pitted against others’.