Used to be a time when sports really mattered.
What my team did really mattered.
What you said really mattered.
Then, I woke up.
All the NFL rapists and murderers who get off with the right lawyer started me down that slope. Then, losing the love of my life to an absurd and disappointing conflict she couldn’t get the upper hand on, no matter what she says. And, the win-at-all-costs and get-paid culture in which we survive. We support other people’s lives as ‘fans’ when we could and maybe ought to be fanatics about our own selves. Just sayin’.
Now. It’s all so much money, theater and more money that it just does not matter. The commercials alone stop me from having any interest in the game – any game.
And the replays. All 8 of them.
And the announcers. Like the NFL Network guy, color commentator ‘Mike’ who got every version of wrong possible during the Jets-Patriots game. He had to switch gears at least five times on things he definitely saw. How about “I don’t agree with that.” Or “I saw it differently.”
Yawn. Boring.
But, mostly it’s all the money. Robinson Cano whaddya know ? Nothing but greed baby.
I thought the Red Sox were the Idiots. Turns out, regardless of the final paycheck Cano garners or how far this year’s Sox go, I am the Biggest Loser, The Fattest Idiot.
Diaries of Loser 