Last night the Red Sox were leading in a somewhat meaningless regular season game 10-1 in the 7th inning. They lost the game 11-10. Kept me up about an extra hour figuring out the different plays that could have kept the game in the Sox favor.
Six weeks ago the Bruins lost Game 7 in overtime, ending their season in traumatic fashion. Watched the replays until about 2am. Truth be told, I don’t even like hockey that much.
The Celtics won their first NBA Title a little over a year ago, causing me to giggle like a school girl for about the next week. The same week that I sported my Kevin Garnett T shirt every day.
February 14th, 2008 – The Giants shocked the Patriots in the Super Bowl, ending their perfect season and a chance to be known as the greatest team of all time. I drank myself into oblivion to drown away my sorrows, and puked 4 times at work the next day. My boss understood, he is a Pats fan too…guess he just handled his liquor better.
Autumn, 2004 – Red Sox win their first World Series in 86 years, I buy $500 worth of Sox memorabilia online. I was making $500 a month as a Minor League Baseball Intern. Oh, yeah, also blew about $200 at a strip club the night they won because I had just moved to Mobile, Alabama and had no friends to celebrate with.
October 17th, 2003 – Aaron Boone sends a shot of Tim Wakefield for a walk off homerun to end Game 7 in somewhat dramatic fashion. I turn the TV off before the ball lands and fall right asleep. Surprising, right? I guess I was mentally drained. Oh, I guess I should also mention I did not leave my shithole of a college apartment for the next 48 hours.
These are just a few of countless examples of the ups and downs of my life in relation to sports. So I guess I answered my own question, I probably do care too much about sports. I guess the follow up would be, is that such a bad thing?
Sure I was about as depressed as Owen Wilson when he was reading suicide books in Wedding Crashers after Boone hit that shot, but I was also probably happier than that same movie character when he was banging hot chicks left and right at the beginning of the movie when the Sox won a year later (hmm, maybe the bigger issue I have is constantly comparing my life to movies, but that’s a separate post altogether).
Some people question the passion I have for sports, or how I can watch game 37 of a 162 game baseball season all the way through. Fuck it, I enjoy it that’s why. Go watch your cooking shows or American Idol and leave me be. I don’t judge.
Basically, I needed to write this post because I freaked myself out a bit at how pissed I was at last nights epic collapse by the Sox. So I used my readers as my therapists. Thanks for listening.