I don't get it.
I have my favorite teams, but I've never felt the need to do harm or deride somebody simply because they have an allegiance dissimilar to mine.
Last night at the Illinois game, Illini fans were shouting all types of derogatory remarks toward Indiana's Eric Gordon, all because he reneged on his commitment to the school.
Toward the end of the 2OT game, some unruly fans began throwing things. A cup of water struck his mother. So sad.
Umm, he's a teenageer people. He changed his mind. Get over it. Simply ridiculous that that much vitriol would be directed toward the kid. Would the Illini be better with Gordon? Sure, but in the big scheme of things what difference does it really make. Whether your team wins or loses shouldn't alter your life.
I've been a diehard Dolphins fan for more than 20 years. None of those seasons have ended in a championship. But I've seen the rival Bills go to four straight Super Bowls and the hated Pats go to five Super Bowls, winning thrice. Strangely enough, even when the Pats won their first Super Bowl, my life went on the next day. I rooted for the Giants in this past Super Bowl as if they were the Dolphins themselves. I wanted the Dolphins to remain alone in NFL lore as the lone unbeaten team. The Giants won and I was happy. Good for me.
And if the Pats had won? I'd have shrugged my shoulders and gone about business as usual, just as I did after Giants won, just a bit happier.
I'm still hoping that one day one of my cruddy teams will win a championship. Obviously winning feels better than losing. But you know what? It's not going to change my life one bit. I'll be extra happy for a day or two and then life's trials and tribulations will set in again. I'll have bragging rights among my friends, perhaps I'll even get a shirt that says champion on it -- but that's about the extent of it.
A few year's back, I went to a Cubs-Marlins game at Dolphins Stadium. Some jerk started throwing peanut shells at me and my wife -- and why? Because I had the gall to where a Cubs jersey to the game. Really? I wasn't doing anything in particular to draw attention to myself, cheering when the Cubs managed to do something good in the game. Isn't that what a fan is supposed to do. But this jerk had to go ahead and ruin things.
So here's a little advice. It's a GAME. It's ENTERTAINMENT. There's nothing that's going to happen in any game that's personally going to change your life. Just sit back and try to enjoy. Certainly try to get into the spirit of the game, but don't be so angry about every little thing.
To paraphrase the wise and all-knowing Yoda:
“Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”