Look, Let’s Be Honest About Sports
I’ve been in this game for over 20 years. I’ve seen alot, and I’ve learned one thing: sports fans are a special breed of crazy. I’m talking about the kind of crazy that makes you yell at a TV screen like it’s gonna hear you. The kind that makes you high-five a stranger in a bar because your team just scored. The kind that makes you cry into your beer when they lose.
I remember back in 2008, I was at a conference in Austin with a guy named Marcus. We were watching the playoffs, and our team was down by three points with 17 seconds left. Marcus stood up, pointed at the TV, and said, “We got this.” I laughed at him. I mean, come on, who does that? But then, by some miracle, they scored. Marcus did this weird dance, and I was like, “Okay, maybe I’m the crazy one here.”
Why Do We Even Care?
Sports don’t pay my bills. They don’t make me a better person. They don’t even make sense half the time. But I care. I care alot. And I think it’s because sports are the last place where we can be completley irrational and still be accepted. In the real world, you can’t just scream at your boss when things go wrong. But in sports? Oh, you better believe I’m gonna yell at the refs.
I asked my friend Dave about this once. We were over coffee at the place on 5th, and I said, “Dave, why do we do this to ourselves?” He looked at me like I was stupid. “Because it’s fun,” he said. “It’s a committment. It’s a story.” And I guess he’s right. It’s like a soap opera, but with more physicaly exertion and fewer love triangles.
The Ugly Side of Fandom
But here’s the thing: sports fandom can be ugly. I’m not gonna sit here and pretend it’s all sunshine and rainbows. I’ve seen fights, I’ve seen trash talking that would make a sailor blush, and I’ve seen people take things way too far. I remember this one time, about three months ago, I was at a game with a colleague named Lisa. Some guy behind us was yelling at the players, calling them every name in the book. Lisa turned around and said, “Sir, maybe you should take a chill pill.” He didn’t take it well. Let’s just say we moved seats.
And don’t even get me started on social media. It’s like the wild west out there. People say the most horrible things, and they do it from behind a keyboard. It’s cowardly, and it’s wrong. But it’s also part of the package, I guess. You can’t have the highs without the lows.
How to Be a Better Fan
So, how do we enjoy sports without becoming that guy? The one who’s always angry, always complaining, always ruining it for everyone else? I’m not sure I have all the answers, but I can tell you what I try to do. I try to remember that it’s just a game. I try to enjoy the moment, the atmosphere, the camaraderie. And I try to keep things in perspective. If my team loses, it’s not the end of the world. There’s always next week.
I also try to be kind. I mean, honestly, it’s not that hard. If someone’s wearing the wrong jersey, don’t be a jerk about it. If someone’s rooting for the other team, don’t take it personal. And for the love of all that’s holy, don’t start a fight in a bar. It’s not worth it.
And look, I’m not saying you have to be all sunshine and rainbows. It’s okay to be passionate. It’s okay to be loud. It’s okay to be that guy who’s always yelling at the TV. Just don’t be that guy who’s always yelling at other people. You know what I mean?
A Tangent: The Food
Speaking of things that are worth yelling about, let’s talk about stadium food. It’s terrible. I mean, it’s completley terrible. I don’t care if it’s a hot dog, a burger, or a pretzel. It’s all gonna taste like regret and bad decisions. But we eat it anyway. Why? Because it’s part of the experience. It’s like a rite of passage. You can’t go to a game and not eat something that’s gonna make you question your life choices.
I remember last Tuesday, I was at a game with my buddy Jake. We were eating these nachos, and they were so greasy that the cheese slid right off the plate. Jake looked at me and said, “This is disgusting.” I said, “I know.” But we ate them anyway. Because that’s what you do. You eat the food, you cheer for your team, and you pretend like it’s all gonna be okay.
Back to the Point
So, where does that leave us? I think it leaves us right where we started: in a beautiful mess of fandom. It’s not pretty, it’s not rational, and it’s definitely not for the faint of heart. But it’s ours. It’s a committment. It’s a story. And it’s a hell of a ride.
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About the Author: Emma Stone has been a senior magazine editor for over 20 years. She’s covered everything from the Olympics to the local little league, and she’s still not sure which one she loves more. When she’s not writing, she’s probably yelling at a TV screen or eating regrettable stadium food. You can find her at emmastone.net.