Two From the Heart

As someone who is only a VERY casual sports spectator (I pretty much just follow baseball, basketball, and football because ,if I didn't I would have very little to use to relate to the guys I work with,) I find the latest posts by Dan Tobin at Surgical Strikes and Rob at Clublife truly inspiring.



Every year though, I do watch the playoffs in each sport, and I watch the finale of each, be it the World Series, the Super Bowl or the NBA championship. And each year, I end up finding a team that I like more than the others and rooting for that team to the end. Normally I pick the same team every year, but I can adapt pretty easily.



Usually as long as the Lakers lose I'm happy. Although that may change this year because they lost some power in the off season.



I liked sports when I was a kid. It is something that didn't stay with me beyond my freshman year of high school. I just began to realize that my true passions were in other things.



Today, when my wife asks me why people get so excited when their team wins, or even more, so depressed when their team loses, I don't really have the words to describe that feeling of identity that can be found between a fan and his/her team. I've been removed from it for too long.



For the last few years, to compliment my eery and unexplainable obsession with the city of New York (which is beginning to annoy even me,) my heart is usually with the Yankees. This year however, I was with Boston all the way. They looked good as a team. They played hard as hell, and you could see the desire in their eyes and in their performances.



But, fans like me truly do not matter. It's the die-hard, true lifers that really make a team what it is. These fans breathe that team. They live and die with it. They own it.



If anyone out there wants to know the answers to the questions that Lindsey often asks me that I mentioned above, please read the linked posts by Rob and Dan.