The Indians are killing it. 1st place in the Central and rolling. Peyton Hillis just became the next Madden Football videogame cover athlete. The Heat, while prospering in the 1st round, look to still be showing the nagging problems that hampered their regular season slightly. (I use this in place of a Cav's positive. Same.)
It's a good time to be a Cleveland sports fan.
For now.
It's a good time to be a Cleveland sports fan.
For now.
The image burned into every DB's nightmares.I know by September I'll be (hopefully, as far as the NFL goes) watching an 0 and 3 start, one loss divisional, amidst a cast of poorly selected draft picks and new/bad coaches. And the Indians will have been bumped from the wild card spot in the playoffs by a late season slump and some sweeps by the Yankees and Chi Sox of the world.
But who cares.
I used to worry about that stuff. I used to call people who got excited idiots. "How can you not see that it never works out. I'm not pessimistic, it's just reality when it happens every time!" Well, I'm not pessimistic, it does (and probably always will) happen every time. And those people are idiots.
But I see it now and am glad to be an idiot.
When you're a fan of shitty, but more importantly disappointing, team you have only one other option. Give up. My dad has given up. But how can you blame him. He's in his 50's. I can't even compete. '97 sucked. He was AT Red Right 88. He watched The Drive and The Fumble LIVE. But he refused to give up on his team. Then they moved his team. So you can't say he didn't try. He's just had enough. And I respect that.
But I'm not ready to give up. So why be realistic? If I was really realistic, I'd stop carrying rather than berate the idiot. While an idiot, he's rooting for a team that he has hopes for. At least his logic makes sense. I'm rooting for a team I have no faith in that I know will let me down and leave me feeling full-time shitty. Shitty when they lose. But shitty when I think they'll lose, look like they'll lose, or do any other half-assed lose-ish shit. At least the idiot can claim happiness in the "winning" of hypothetical wins and success.
So, I'm ready to be an idiot. Because I like baseball in the spring. I like waking up and checking the ticker of a late west coast game I couldn't stay up for and seeing a W. I like seeing Grady come back and hitting .300. I like watching the last few innings of a game I wasn't planning on watching at a bar I happen to be at and catching that late inning comeback I wasn't even invested in per se, but it just amped my night up a bit. I like seeing good players get the cred they deserve (especially over shit human beings like Vick). I like a Brown on the tongue of national broadcasters in a positive. (gross?) And I don't care that it might end. I'm happy now.
I'm Justin Golak. I'm a Cleveland sports fan. I'm an idiot.
But who cares.
I used to worry about that stuff. I used to call people who got excited idiots. "How can you not see that it never works out. I'm not pessimistic, it's just reality when it happens every time!" Well, I'm not pessimistic, it does (and probably always will) happen every time. And those people are idiots.
But I see it now and am glad to be an idiot.
When you're a fan of shitty, but more importantly disappointing, team you have only one other option. Give up. My dad has given up. But how can you blame him. He's in his 50's. I can't even compete. '97 sucked. He was AT Red Right 88. He watched The Drive and The Fumble LIVE. But he refused to give up on his team. Then they moved his team. So you can't say he didn't try. He's just had enough. And I respect that.
But I'm not ready to give up. So why be realistic? If I was really realistic, I'd stop carrying rather than berate the idiot. While an idiot, he's rooting for a team that he has hopes for. At least his logic makes sense. I'm rooting for a team I have no faith in that I know will let me down and leave me feeling full-time shitty. Shitty when they lose. But shitty when I think they'll lose, look like they'll lose, or do any other half-assed lose-ish shit. At least the idiot can claim happiness in the "winning" of hypothetical wins and success.
So, I'm ready to be an idiot. Because I like baseball in the spring. I like waking up and checking the ticker of a late west coast game I couldn't stay up for and seeing a W. I like seeing Grady come back and hitting .300. I like watching the last few innings of a game I wasn't planning on watching at a bar I happen to be at and catching that late inning comeback I wasn't even invested in per se, but it just amped my night up a bit. I like seeing good players get the cred they deserve (especially over shit human beings like Vick). I like a Brown on the tongue of national broadcasters in a positive. (gross?) And I don't care that it might end. I'm happy now.
I'm Justin Golak. I'm a Cleveland sports fan. I'm an idiot.
Also...This makes me happy on sad days...
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