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As dawn broke on Sunday morning and the Supermoon faded away until I'm in my early 50's, I got online to view the devastation that had occurred over the previous three days.
The Japan earthquake and tsunami? No.
The coalition bombing of Libya? No.
My NCAA brackets have been annihilated! Two of my Final Four teams, Pittsburgh and Louisville, are already gone in less than dubious fashion. One of the things that makes the NCAA's so great, and frustrating, is that weird things happen and teams like Morehead St. beat teams like Louisville in strange ways and the people who had Morehead St. pretend that they really did know it all along and based their pick on their analysis of the match up and not on their giggling like a 12 year old boy saying “Morehead … heh heh heh .. MORE … HEAD. Get it? MORE HEAD? heheheh”
Whatever. I don't really watch college basketball, and much like baseball, since my dad died I haven't been nearly as much of a fan of it as I sued to be. And it has come to my attention that it's entirely possible that there is a connection between those two things.
Okay, so obviously this isn't a coincidence. What is weird though is how long it took me to realize what the deal is. I just figured my not watching or really following baseball and college basketball was my not being as big a sports fan as I used to be. I thought maybe I was becoming more sophisticated and my interests were changing to something more intelligent and crap like that. But, that wasn't really true. I was still watching and following college football, the NBA and the NFL (even though it secretly sucks) as much as always. It was just college basketball and baseball that I didn't seem to enjoy anymore.
When I was a kid, all the way through til I was an adult, the only things that my dad and I really had to talk about was sports. We played golf quite a bit when I was a kid and went fishing a few times a year, but we wspent most of the time acting like strangers to each other. Mostly because we were. He never seemed all that interested in me or my life or anything like that.
Of course, it's entirely possible that he sat around thinking “Well, he doesn't seem interested in telling me about his life or anything else” too. I don't know. I'm not laying all the blame on him. It very likely that we both simply took the easy way out and just left things at sports. Specifically college basketball and baseball. That's where I could connect with him so, maybe we both just left it at that.
Again, I don't know why it took me so long to recognize this. And of course, now that I've figured this all out, I have to decide if I want to actually explore this, or do as I've always done and basically just say “it is what it is” and leave it at that.
I don't know. I'll think about it some other time.
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