As I watched the game tonight from my sofa, I was reminded of why sports hold such a high place in our society. I'd be remiss if I failed to mention Rakes was lying next to me and kicking me in the gibley's while he played Batman on his Nintendo DS, Trot was wearing a long sleeve shirt, his underoos, and a belt for some unknown reason and Ciera was asking me if I knew who some pre-adolescent on Disney was. All the while, Ang is either on the phone, asking me how old Bruce Springsteen is, or wondering aloud for the 1,358th time why those guys wore their hair that long.
I mention all that just to let you know that my brain already feels like oatmeal and I'm just into the second paragraph of this post; so cut me some slack, ok?
Watching the Cardinals take the lead, then seeing the Steelers come back and win the game my emotions went from one end of the spectrum to the other, I yelled at the tv and cursed under my breath. What I didn't do? Not once did I think about the depressed economy or wonder how sales would be at the store next week.
For a few brief hours, I didn't worry about the mortgage payment, the credit card bill, or the stock market. Economics, wars, and stimulus packages didn't cross my mind for the whole game and that is basically what I'm trying to get across.
Tonight, sports did exactly what it was supposed to do; it provided a diversion from reality so I could completely invest myself in what was going on in Tampa Bay.
Tomorrow it won't really matter who won or who lost. I'll still have my worries and headaches I had at 6:30 tonight.
I was a fan.
If a football game can do all this for me, do you now understand what a 162 game baseball season means? Is it all beginning to make sense?
Spring Training is just around the corner.
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