Mailing It In
Passionately following a losing sports franchise is sort of like having a mal-formed congenitally attached twin fetus to your skull. It serves as a constant reminder that you have invested a great deal of emotional energy in something that will never be a source of pride or happiness.
Sure, you can put a scarf on your head. You can change the topic of conversation. But short of dangerous surgery, you can never separate yourself from the fate of this being that nature has declared unfit to thrive.
Speaking of which, one of my new favorite sports blogs is that of Joe Posanski’s. A writer for Sports Illustrated, Posanski has a special ability to communicate the eternal state of suffering that is rooting for the Kansas City Royals.
For those not in the mood to read about it, here’s a quick video synopsis:
Don’t take this the wrong way, Russ, but you may now have the distinction of having made the most spectacularly disturbing and un-apt analogy ever. Now I’m off to purge the hideous image from my brain by watching the Red Sox go to 17 games over .500.