Friday, September 28, 2012
I'm Taking This Too Personally
I like to think that if you've learned anything about me when it comes to my writing, be it here, CBSSports, or anywhere I've written in the past, it's that I don't take sports all that seriously.
I take my job seriously, and I take this blog seriously, but not sports.
That's not to say I don't love sports, or that they aren't a big part of my life. I do and they most definitely are, but I'm also able to keep things in perspective. At the end of the day, no matter what the White Sox or any other team I happen to root for do, they're all still playing a game. A game that has no real lasting impact on the world no matter what anybody tries to tell you.
No home run ever cured cancer, and no goal ever ended a war.
For some reason, though, this White Sox collapse is actually affecting me in a way that no sport has affected me in a long time. I'm angry. This team is making me angry.
There have been plenty of times when the Sox have messed up and I've just laughed, made a sarcastic comment about it and moved on with my life. I can't do that right now, though. It's sticking with me.
When the Sox are failing to get a hit with the bases loaded and nobody out right now, I'm getting pissed.
I'm getting annoyed when I see the media -- not just Chicago -- finally start paying attention to the Sox now that they're collapsing, but not when things were going well. Yet, I completely understand why there's interest now.
In the middle of July nobody outside of the White Sox fan base is going to give a shit about a 7-game win streak, but a horrible collapse to blow a division lead? That's news. That people will want to hear about.
But it still pisses me off.
These aren't new feelings for me, as I was quite the emotional fan while I was a teenager, because emotions are all a teenager can feel. There is no escape from your feelings at that age because everything that's going on is the most important thing that has ever happened.
I've calmed down as I've gotten older, and though my passion for sports hasn't waned, I've learned to decipher from that which is really important and that which is important for only a specific moment in time.
And I know that in the grand scheme of things a White Sox division title and maybe even a World Series title wouldn't mean shit outside of a few hours of celebration and feeling good about ourselves for a few days. When the Sox won in 2005 it was great, but it didn't change my life. I still had to wake up and go to work the next day. I still had bills to pay.
It just put a smile on my face that might not have been there otherwise, and even that smile faded away.
But I can't shake this anger. I don't know where it's coming from or why it's here, but it most certainly is. I'm not going on angry rants about such stupid topics like attendance like I have on Twitter if it isn't. I'm not snapping back at Tigers fans who are just tossing harmless barbs my way as this team collapses.
I think I need this season to end so I can get back to having fun again.
Tags: SO MUCH RAGE