Okay, you’d be hard-pressed to find someone who is less sports-interested than I am — especially regarding baseball. Yes, I will sometimes watch a sporting event on TV … if there’s nothing else to watch, read, or do, and more for the novelty value than anything else.
There is some tribalism in me, though, so I do vaguely follow the local sports teams, especially if they’re doing something particularly interesting. And if they get to the play-offs, then I’ll grunt like my fellow tribe members. And if they get to the big championship series …
… well, yeah, it’s kind of exciting, and I’m willing to indulge in a modicum of rah-rah, fly a flag, follow the box scores, demonize the Other Guys, that sort of thing. I can do so with a clean conscience, knowing that next year I’ll be back in my who-cares mode. It was easier to be gung-ho back when our office was downtown, right along the route of post-Super-Bowl / post-Stanley-Cup victory parades, and with a sports store or kiosk on every corner. But I’m sure there will be some opportunity for ritualistic banding-together.
I do have something of a fondness for the Rockies. They came into being around the time I arrived here (the team’s first season was in 1993, and Coors Field opened in 1995). And I like the purple and black color scheme. And, of course, they are Our Team.
And, yeah, there’s some sort of visceral dislike of the Red Sox, though I couldn’t say why. Maybe because they seem like a Big Shiny Sports Franchise from Back East. I was rooting for Cleveland, just because.
So I hope the Rockies win, though I’m not going to try to buy tickets, or even go out of my way to watch any of the games. It will allow me to thump my chest like all the other guys in the local tribe. I’ll razz the Boston fans, locally and elsewhere in the company when the subject (inevitably) comes up in conference calls.
But, y’know … life goes on. 🙂
Ahem! /raises hand
I never watch sporting events. There’s always something else for me to watch, read, or do. I suppose there may be something that would interest me less than watching a bunch of guys chase each other around or throw balls, but I can’t imagine what it would be.
Lately Kinship Chat in LotRO has contained a fair amount of whining over how a particular team is doing. I’m unable to understand the emotional investment people have in such things. How does it affect you if a team that just happens to be based near where you live performs poorly against other teams? Why should we care?
On the other hand, THE CHUDLEY CANNONS RULE!
It is almost certainly (as I joked about) a tribal sort of thing, Us vs. Them. And that’s certainly a feeling that the teams, and the media, and the politicians, all try to encourage.
You’d be hard pressed to find anyone who loves baseball more than I do, and even though the Rockies eliminated my team from post season, their run has been so great and they’ve never been to the World Series, so I have to root for them. And I’ve got some serious issues with the Sox fans, they are just way to full of themselves!!
It’s ok to not like sports – some people don’t read fiction!
🙂 We welcome your support.
I will say, as much as I am obliged to oppose the Sox, their utter domination during their comeback was remarkable (or, alternately, Cleveland’s folding as badly as the Yankees did).
Hehe…
Ticket sales were suspended because the servers couldn’t take the load. It’s not as if they didn’t have a week to test if they could deal with 2mil folks all trying to log in and buy tickets at 10am MDT.
Or On Monday, there were 8.5 million attempts to connect with the computers in the first 90 minutes.
For me, until they televise Beach Babe Bikini Baseball the only games worth watching are peewee league. Anything Can Happen At Any Moment!
Well, given my druthers as to which to watch …
See, and I prefer peewee Hockey for the same reason.
Puck is dropped…much clattering of sticks and skates until it goes in a direction. The mass of skaters follow, all using their sticks as a third leg until the puck heads to the net and the mass of skaters follow it right in.
Coaches pull the mass of skaters out of the net and bring them to center ice and repeat the process by dropping the puck.
Much comedy.
Now that’s some hockey I would enjoy.
4 up, 4 down. Ah, well.