I’m not a sports fan.
If you know me, you would know this to be a true statement. I do not currently, nor have I ever “followed” sports. If you asked me, on any given night of the year, if I would be watching “the game,” my answer would probably be no. I don’t follow baseball, football, basketball, hockey, soccer, or any other type of event for which there is a league, numerous organized teams, and a set of rules. Other than knowing the names of some of the players or teams that I hear on the radio or television, I don’t know who’s who in sports. I don’t pretend to have any kind of lasting interest, and I don’t even feel it necessary to have the socially-acceptable male appearance to be “into” sports. If that makes it hard for me to have something in common with my fellow males, so be it – I’m sure the sports fans have plenty of other people to talk to.
My reasons for not following sports are not the subject of this post, but as an aside, I would like to note that my like or dislike of a given sport does not necessarily indicate a reason for not following that sport.
With all of this being said, however, I do on occasion “get into” the local sports crazes. Being surrounded by sports fans, and living in a region with several very successful professional athletic teams, I can’t help but pick up on the “big events” so to speak. In the past year, there have been two of those: The Boston Red Sox valiant but failed attempt to make it to the World Series, and the New England Patriots smashing last-minute victory over the Carolina Panthers at last night’s Super Bowl.
Honestly, I’m rarely aware of what’s going on in the world of sports. I did’t have any clue what was going on in baseball, until I heard that the Red Sox had made the wild card spot in the American League Eastern divison. From that point on, I developed what was for all intents and purposes a mild case of fanaticism. I watched many of the playoff games, up to and including the unfortunate Game 7 of the ALCS playoffs. As Becky would attest, I really did seem like I cared about baseball for a while… and I did. However, the interest wore off soon after the Red Sox were out, and I doubt that I’ll pick back up on it unless the Red Sox do something incredible next season.
The same thing happened for the Super Bowl. I really had no idea what was going on with the Patriots, except that I had heard about a phenomenal 13-game winning streak they were on, and that they would be playing in the Super Bowl. Now, the Super Bowl is a bit different in the fact that I have traditionally watched it year after year, mainly because there are usually some good food-centric parties to attend, and because some impressive new television commercials are debuted. But this year I actually did have an emotional investment in the game itself, and I actually paid attention to every last nail-biting turn of events. Will I keep watching when the next season starts? Not likely.
You see, I’ve already got enough to be interested in without allowing sports fandom to take up another whole segment of my life. So apart from a few annual events (if my local team is involved), I’ll let the real sports fans handle the memorization of stats, the recitation of the rule books, and the veneration of the sports figures.
And congratulations to the New England Patriots!