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Why I Care So Little About Sports
Posted 8 years agoI've always been at odds with people who are rabid fans of sports (professional team mostly). I never understood why they cared so much about a "team" of people who are only playing with the team they're on because they get paid millions of dollars a year and any day 99.999% of them would switch teams in a heartbeat for more money. That and many other reasons I won't get into.
Over the last few months, my life has changed drastically. Now I don't count work, which is basically a thing I do to pay the bills, nor that I recently moved into an awesome (but too big for me alone) house, but that I have struggled desperately to make sense of the actions of my ex-boyfriend.
Now to tie it in with sports. I don't really care about professional sports. I do enjoy watching an occasional game, match, race, or whatever. <rant>But I never cared about following who, what, when, etc. I don't know all the teams of any one sport. I don't know the rules. I don't admire players who are on drugs, abuse their significant others, hurt animals, or cheat, steal, or even murder. Somehow, these people are still idolized by rabid fans, just because they are from their team or they happen to play well. People memorize stats, scores, and all sorts of arcane rules, but can't remember who was president or care why it's important that we have equality in the world. Society cares more as a whole about those people than the teachers, scientists, engineers, or even the people who built the TV they watch their sports on or serve their beer at the sports bar. My sixth grade science teacher deserved way more pay than she got for putting up with 20 little shits an hour than <insert way over paid sports "hero" here> does and who makes more sitting on the bench during the game than my teacher did in a year.</rant>
That being vented, my ex-boyfriend is a very passionate sports lover. Before we were dating, he had told me a few of things he was looking for in a relationship were someone who was around his age, who was attractive, and who was equally passionate about sports. Three strikes for me. I figured I never had a chance with him as I was 2x his age, don't consider myself particularly attractive, and couldn't give two shits about sports. That didn't stop me from falling in love with him.
Sure, I couldn't talk with him about how the Capitals were robbed of yet another season, how the Redskins were sucking yet again, or how the Nationals really should have won their series against the Cubs (but cubs are always better! Wait, this isn't InkBunny). But I could snuggle with him while he watched the latest game, could joke about how I promise not to watch the game so as to not jinx his team, and could console him when his team lost in spite of my actively trying not to check the score to see what mood he'll be in.
I had the pleasure of taking him to his first professional football game. Now I couldn't care less about professional football. I don't understand the rules, I don't know the players, and I don't understand the billions of dollars spent on tickets, stadiums, and players. But I do know my ex loves the Redskins, even though they have sucked as a team his whole life. Nothing made me happier though when I got the chance to take him to a game. We weren't dating yet; we were in another rocky patch in our relationship. However, I was determined to be the one to be with him at his first game. I scoured StubHub for tickets, I arranged a hotel in DC, I drove down and met him, and we went to the game. It was cold, it was rainy, it was absolutely miserable out. But I didn't care. I didn't have a clue what was going on (ok, I know the basics of most sports, even cricket, but I don't know all the intricacies). But I had the most fun I've ever had watching a football game. Why? Because he was there to explain things to me. He was there to give me energy when good things happened, and for me to console when they lost, yet again. We froze our asses off in the rain and sleet; we warmed up during half time in the indoor lounge, and went right back again to watch the second half when most of the stadium abandoned their "team" as it was obvious they were going to lose yet again.
After the game we took the DC Metro back to the hotel, desperately trying to warm up, when he took my hand in his while we sat in the train car. I practically fell over. My heart jumped. I almost cried. I looked at him in his gorgeous deep blue eyes, and connected with him. I didn't care if anyone saw us. The only thing that mattered at the moment was being with him.
I couldn't tell you who the Redskins played, I couldn't tell you who was the QB, or what the final score was. All I could tell you was I had fun because I was with him. I got to share the moment when he walked into the stadium for his first pro NFL game, I got to console him when they lost, and I got to curl up to him to warm him up after freezing our asses off. Nothing mattered but being with him. I could relate a bunch of other occasions like this, where all that mattered was being with him and sharing in his interests.
At the end of the day, though, it often seemed that I mattered less than his sports. If you asked me what he would choose if he were asked to choose between me and his sports, I would probably say he would choose sports. While all of it is "just a game" to me, to him, a win for his team would make his life more complete than all the years we were together. At least that's what it seems like, since he has an easier time talking about sports than talking to me about what I think really matters in life. Losing him hurt way more than any loss of any sports team (or all of them combined).
So while I couldn't care any less about any sport or team or player, the one person in the world that I care most about makes me care about them, even if I hate to admit it.
I know this journal was meant for only one person to read, but I needed to get this out of my head.
Over the last few months, my life has changed drastically. Now I don't count work, which is basically a thing I do to pay the bills, nor that I recently moved into an awesome (but too big for me alone) house, but that I have struggled desperately to make sense of the actions of my ex-boyfriend.
Now to tie it in with sports. I don't really care about professional sports. I do enjoy watching an occasional game, match, race, or whatever. <rant>But I never cared about following who, what, when, etc. I don't know all the teams of any one sport. I don't know the rules. I don't admire players who are on drugs, abuse their significant others, hurt animals, or cheat, steal, or even murder. Somehow, these people are still idolized by rabid fans, just because they are from their team or they happen to play well. People memorize stats, scores, and all sorts of arcane rules, but can't remember who was president or care why it's important that we have equality in the world. Society cares more as a whole about those people than the teachers, scientists, engineers, or even the people who built the TV they watch their sports on or serve their beer at the sports bar. My sixth grade science teacher deserved way more pay than she got for putting up with 20 little shits an hour than <insert way over paid sports "hero" here> does and who makes more sitting on the bench during the game than my teacher did in a year.</rant>
That being vented, my ex-boyfriend is a very passionate sports lover. Before we were dating, he had told me a few of things he was looking for in a relationship were someone who was around his age, who was attractive, and who was equally passionate about sports. Three strikes for me. I figured I never had a chance with him as I was 2x his age, don't consider myself particularly attractive, and couldn't give two shits about sports. That didn't stop me from falling in love with him.
Sure, I couldn't talk with him about how the Capitals were robbed of yet another season, how the Redskins were sucking yet again, or how the Nationals really should have won their series against the Cubs (but cubs are always better! Wait, this isn't InkBunny). But I could snuggle with him while he watched the latest game, could joke about how I promise not to watch the game so as to not jinx his team, and could console him when his team lost in spite of my actively trying not to check the score to see what mood he'll be in.
I had the pleasure of taking him to his first professional football game. Now I couldn't care less about professional football. I don't understand the rules, I don't know the players, and I don't understand the billions of dollars spent on tickets, stadiums, and players. But I do know my ex loves the Redskins, even though they have sucked as a team his whole life. Nothing made me happier though when I got the chance to take him to a game. We weren't dating yet; we were in another rocky patch in our relationship. However, I was determined to be the one to be with him at his first game. I scoured StubHub for tickets, I arranged a hotel in DC, I drove down and met him, and we went to the game. It was cold, it was rainy, it was absolutely miserable out. But I didn't care. I didn't have a clue what was going on (ok, I know the basics of most sports, even cricket, but I don't know all the intricacies). But I had the most fun I've ever had watching a football game. Why? Because he was there to explain things to me. He was there to give me energy when good things happened, and for me to console when they lost, yet again. We froze our asses off in the rain and sleet; we warmed up during half time in the indoor lounge, and went right back again to watch the second half when most of the stadium abandoned their "team" as it was obvious they were going to lose yet again.
After the game we took the DC Metro back to the hotel, desperately trying to warm up, when he took my hand in his while we sat in the train car. I practically fell over. My heart jumped. I almost cried. I looked at him in his gorgeous deep blue eyes, and connected with him. I didn't care if anyone saw us. The only thing that mattered at the moment was being with him.
I couldn't tell you who the Redskins played, I couldn't tell you who was the QB, or what the final score was. All I could tell you was I had fun because I was with him. I got to share the moment when he walked into the stadium for his first pro NFL game, I got to console him when they lost, and I got to curl up to him to warm him up after freezing our asses off. Nothing mattered but being with him. I could relate a bunch of other occasions like this, where all that mattered was being with him and sharing in his interests.
At the end of the day, though, it often seemed that I mattered less than his sports. If you asked me what he would choose if he were asked to choose between me and his sports, I would probably say he would choose sports. While all of it is "just a game" to me, to him, a win for his team would make his life more complete than all the years we were together. At least that's what it seems like, since he has an easier time talking about sports than talking to me about what I think really matters in life. Losing him hurt way more than any loss of any sports team (or all of them combined).
So while I couldn't care any less about any sport or team or player, the one person in the world that I care most about makes me care about them, even if I hate to admit it.
I know this journal was meant for only one person to read, but I needed to get this out of my head.
AC meme
Posted 12 years agoYeah, guess I have to do this this year...
Where are you staying?
Westin
What day are you getting there?
Thursday morning I hope, if the weather cooperates and I can fly. Otherwise the shitty six hour drive will land me in town later on Thursday.
How are you traveling?
Flying my plane!
Who are you rooming with?
Lunar and his bf Thurs/Fri, and then with Alfor and his pup the last night.
Who will you hang out with during the convention?
Dunno, whoever I see that I know I guess.
How is the best way to find you?
Text me if you know me, otherwise look for the big fuzzy and super soft tri-grey wolf.
Are there any panels you might be attending?
Probably suiting panels most of all, and other random ones.
What do you look like?
I'll mostly be in suit as of Friday so look for me in that.
Will you be suiting?
Most definitely! The main reason for me this year is to debut my new suit!
pylot
Do you do commissions?
Can't draw to save my life.
What is your gender?
Male
How tall are you?
6'
Can I talk to you?
Sure. I'll talk to anyone but usually will not initiate a conversation with someone I don't know unless it's just a quick hi.
Can I touch you?
Ew, creeper!
How can I find you?
Didn't I already answer this question?
Can I visit your room?
It's not my room, so unless I know you, you're probably not invited.
Can I buy you drinks?
I don't really drink. Though I did discover Bacardi Wolfberry Rum, YUM!
Are you nice?
If you're nice, definitely. If you're a retard, or act like a jerk, I'll be nice and excuse myself from your negative energy.
How long are you going?
Thursday to Sunday.
Do you have an artist table?
Would be kinda pointless, unless I can sell it :P.
Will you be performing?
Nah, I don't perform. Just will be romping around in suit.
If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Call out my furname (Pylot). Or if you know my real name, you can use that. Please do NOT come from behind or out of my field of view when in suit, and glomp onto me, you probably will get hurt. I will not be responsible for any injuries.
Where will you be most of the time during the day/s?
All over the place. Wherever my nose points me to.
What/where will you be eating?
We'll see, depends on what friends do.
Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?
Depends on that nice/retard ratio...
Can I take your picture?
In suit, sure! In the headless lounge, NO, get out of here, why do you have a camera in here! Out of suit, meh, I don't photograph well, but whatever.
What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
Just get to enjoy myself after having almost not gotten to go.
Where are you staying?
Westin
What day are you getting there?
Thursday morning I hope, if the weather cooperates and I can fly. Otherwise the shitty six hour drive will land me in town later on Thursday.
How are you traveling?
Flying my plane!
Who are you rooming with?
Lunar and his bf Thurs/Fri, and then with Alfor and his pup the last night.
Who will you hang out with during the convention?
Dunno, whoever I see that I know I guess.
How is the best way to find you?
Text me if you know me, otherwise look for the big fuzzy and super soft tri-grey wolf.
Are there any panels you might be attending?
Probably suiting panels most of all, and other random ones.
What do you look like?
I'll mostly be in suit as of Friday so look for me in that.
Will you be suiting?
Most definitely! The main reason for me this year is to debut my new suit!
pylotDo you do commissions?
Can't draw to save my life.
What is your gender?
Male
How tall are you?
6'
Can I talk to you?
Sure. I'll talk to anyone but usually will not initiate a conversation with someone I don't know unless it's just a quick hi.
Can I touch you?
Ew, creeper!
How can I find you?
Didn't I already answer this question?
Can I visit your room?
It's not my room, so unless I know you, you're probably not invited.
Can I buy you drinks?
I don't really drink. Though I did discover Bacardi Wolfberry Rum, YUM!
Are you nice?
If you're nice, definitely. If you're a retard, or act like a jerk, I'll be nice and excuse myself from your negative energy.
How long are you going?
Thursday to Sunday.
Do you have an artist table?
Would be kinda pointless, unless I can sell it :P.
Will you be performing?
Nah, I don't perform. Just will be romping around in suit.
If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Call out my furname (Pylot). Or if you know my real name, you can use that. Please do NOT come from behind or out of my field of view when in suit, and glomp onto me, you probably will get hurt. I will not be responsible for any injuries.
Where will you be most of the time during the day/s?
All over the place. Wherever my nose points me to.
What/where will you be eating?
We'll see, depends on what friends do.
Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?
Depends on that nice/retard ratio...
Can I take your picture?
In suit, sure! In the headless lounge, NO, get out of here, why do you have a camera in here! Out of suit, meh, I don't photograph well, but whatever.
What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
Just get to enjoy myself after having almost not gotten to go.
Be thankful
Posted 12 years agoWolves
Posted 12 years agoWolves are under the risk of being delisted from the endangered species list, basically opening them up to hunting around the country. Please sign the Defenders of Wildlife petition at https://secure.defenders.org/site/A.....on&id=2515.
Cats need adoption
Posted 13 years agoI don't have a lot of followers, but hopefully the few I do can pass this along to the furry community.
I have two adorable kittens that I came to house due to the callous rejection by their prior keeper who moved into a no-pet building (as if there aren't a ton of pet friendly apartment options in NYC). They're 8-10 months old, both female, and are litter mates. I can't keep them long term, so they need a permanent home.
They are super sweet and don't bite or scratch. Fully litter trained.
They need their shots and spay still (many low-cost and free options out there).
Cassidy is the one that likes to sleep on your stomach. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8566545/. Delilah likes to curl up next to you. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8566573/
I think they'd happiest adopted together.
I'm in NYC and would be happy to transport them anywhere within a couple hour drive.
Please help me find them a home.
If you see this, please repost this or let anyone you know that's looking for kitties in the NYC, south western CT, or northern NJ areas, or is in any area within a couple hours of NYC. GET A GOOD HOME FOR THESE CATS!!!!
I have two adorable kittens that I came to house due to the callous rejection by their prior keeper who moved into a no-pet building (as if there aren't a ton of pet friendly apartment options in NYC). They're 8-10 months old, both female, and are litter mates. I can't keep them long term, so they need a permanent home.
They are super sweet and don't bite or scratch. Fully litter trained.
They need their shots and spay still (many low-cost and free options out there).
Cassidy is the one that likes to sleep on your stomach. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8566545/. Delilah likes to curl up next to you. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8566573/
I think they'd happiest adopted together.
I'm in NYC and would be happy to transport them anywhere within a couple hour drive.
Please help me find them a home.
If you see this, please repost this or let anyone you know that's looking for kitties in the NYC, south western CT, or northern NJ areas, or is in any area within a couple hours of NYC. GET A GOOD HOME FOR THESE CATS!!!!
