“Seriously, sports have become an escape for people who live vicariously through their teams in order to avoid the drudgery of their own lifestyles.”
Seriously?
The person who said this to me probably spent a games worth of time thinking up this statement. Oh yes, the thesaurus tool, bringing pretension to an instant message near you. He told me I need to focus on the world instead of sports. The lack of jobs. The falling economy.
The truth is I am fully aware of all these things. As I’m sure are all of you. I mean we have to sift through all the headlines to find the sports page-joking.
But the thing is no matter how much I hate my day job, no matter how bleak the future seems, putting on the Sox game, just sitting here watching the after party brings a Masterson like smile to my face.
If the Red Sox can make it to the playoffs Mannyiless and with nearly half the team injured, anything can happen. Like maybe by next year I’ll have a new job, hopefully that cops’ job at Fenway, and Delcarmen and Papelbon’ll be showering me with champagne.
So tomorrow go ahead and read the entire paper. Just make sure to end with the sports page. Sports are all about uncertainties. People can talk stats all they want, but we love sports because they remain some of the only stories we don’t know the ends to. And in Boston there have been enough fairytale endings to keep a city going. Guess it’s a good thing New York has the theater.
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