Sports are born to rip my heart out.
I get it, it’s just a game, and I don’t know why these games
upset me. After all only one teams gets
to lift the championship at the end. There
are bigger things to care about.
But no matter what's going on in the world, if my team is winning, life seems a bit better.
This is mostly venting after years of early post-season loss
disappointment.
Year after year, season after season, I have so much promise
in my teams and I get so jazzed for big games.
All for naught. 90%
of the time my teams lose. I’ve grown to
accept my place as a loser in sports fandom.
I’m comfortable with losing.
I live for the 10% where the amazing happens.
Even after the Nuggets put together the best regular season
in franchise history. I naively believed
they would advance at least out of the first round of the playoffs.
Like Kenneth Faried said about the Nuggets playoff exit on
Thursday night, “We won 57 games in the regular season, big whoop. It doesn't
matter about the regular season."
Even after the Broncos were the best team in their
conference, I thought they would win their first game in the playoffs.
The 2007 Rockies season gave me reason to believe. I was an
impressionable 18-year-old at the time of their impossible run to the World
Series.
Lately it has been nothing but letdowns.
But the 2013 Rockies sure look
good don’t they?
