I love how I can careen back and forth between loving sports and hating them. Some days they seem like the most worthless, trivial thing in the world to worry about. But then I catch myself on Sundays spending six hours in front of the television, looking at all of the jobs that have been created due to these crazy weekly rituals. How many peanut-vendors, beer-vendors, ticket-vendors, janitors, camerapersons, cheerleaders, ballpersons, groundskeepers have jobs because of these things? It pays bills. We all help to pay bills. In my short twenty-two years, I have definitely spent over $2000 at various sporting events, and probably over $5000 in jerseys, time spent wasting time instead of doing something productive, cable television, and apologetic gifts for girlfriends along the way for ignoring them during the playoffs.
Two weeks ago, I disconnected my television. Actually, it was my computer monitor — but I’m never going back. I am going to use the time spent watching sensationalist news reports (something that Baltimore is really good at) to write in my blog, read for both study and pleasure, study, and sleep. I feel disconnected already, but I still use my friends for events that are simply unmissible, like yesterday’s Patriots-Colts game. Damn Tom Brady is great.
ANYWAY, here is an incredible blurry picture from July in the Bronx when we and my friend took a trip up there. Alex Rodriguez hit his 29th homerun just after I called it. Rodriguez hit a lot of homeruns this year, so that’s nothing special, but he makes a lot more money than I do. Maybe I can ask him to donate to the charity fund of me…
I have been revealing a reviled secret to my friends and family — I do indeed, hate college football. College basketball is up there too, but having played competitive basketball at some points in my life I understand what the players are going through a lot better.
My reasons for hating college sports run deep, but with college football, they generally run around the fact that there is no true playoff to determine a true champion, just a bunch of teams playing a lineup of endless of bowl games. I fucking hate this time of year. College sports are bad in general because the games are more or less, amateur hour. I do not want to watch these self-besotted athletes who are only okay at their sport be involved in such strangely lopsided contests. I like parity.
On the flip side, I always come back down to earth when I’m reminded that they are kids my age playing. I was in a College Park bar yesterday, and the Notre Dame/LSU game was on. One of the players on the LSU side made a tremendous play, and then all of a sudden I was overcome with jealousy. To do something well on the football field, to have the more than 72,000 human beings in attendance and millions watching on television gasp in awe, love you, want to have your babies, be shocked, say “wow” — must be the ultimate drug. Nothing can come close to the adrenaline rush one must feel when that happens. That is fucking entertainment, and I now envy the entertainers.