Yes, I'm a fan. But it's not as if these players know who the hell I am. And I could easily ignore what's going on with the Lynx and live my life in peace. Instead, I allow this to affect my attitude, my behavior, and my day. If you step back and think, that is both reckless and stupid.
I have married that seething anger with a fear in anticipation for today. Game 3 is tonight, and if the Jynx lose and go one Loss away from being eliminated in a season where they were far and away the best team (that we don't celebrate teams for being the best over the course of the regular season is purely an American thing; if this were any soccer league elsewhere in the world, there would be trophies raised and parades on the street for the Lynx already, but that's a blog post for another time) ... man, I will hate the man I will become. And then I will hate myself further for allowing myself to have my life influenced by the results of a sports team.
These are the times when I curse myself for loving sports so much. Because if and when my teams lose, the pain and anger that well up inside me -- which is often venerated as a characteristic of "a true fan" -- is something I can't shake for a long time. You can say that it's worth it when they win a championship, but this is Minnesota -- we don't win championships here. So it's all just pain and anger. And I stepped into this realm, and I am too stubborn and/or stupid to step out of it.
I guess you're going to have to save me by winning, Lynx. See how pathetic that sounds, asking a bunch of people who don't know you from Adam to win so I can feel better? Don't ever be a sports fan.
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