It never stops being heartbreaking. I thought after this winter I had learned my lesson. But if that had been the case I would have stopped being a sports fan the same year i became one. In my mind Jason Bay was about to get a solo homer, Kotsay was going to walk, and Tek was going to get an RBI. I was dreaming of extra innings. I said to my father, Bay will homer, and then we’ll get three consecutive strike outs. As much as I try to mentally prepare myself for doom, it never works.
My father didn’t know what to do when the game ended. He quickly turned off the television like a I was a child and this was a horror movie I was too young for. I stared at the blank screen. He reminded me of all the injuries. He waved my Bruins sweatshirt in the air and reminded me of the home opener I would be at shortly. But I was looking out the window. Calculating the impact of the pavement from five stories.
I will never forget watching my first rugby match in Galway. The Irish team got wrecked by Wales. It was miserable. An old man a few seats down from me said, ‘God loves a tryer’, finished his pint and got up and left, this game a simple mishap. I always remind myself of this on nights like these. I want to be that kind of fan. God loves a tryer. I would finish my pint and look to hockey and basketball season. I think buying Bruins season tickets was me trying to be more like this. But after tonight I’m thinking maybe it was the wrong answer. How many teams in Boston do I want heartbreak from? We can’t fault them for not trying. And yet, staring at the blank screen I am able to fault myself for so many reasons. I didn’t switch to black at the seventh. I wasn’t wearing my lucky hat. I hadn’t spent my entire income on a play off ticket. And I was wearing the wrong socks.
I’ll know better next year. And for now I’ll try to rebound with the Bruins, i just need to be careful not to get too attached...
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Posted by: Kameron | December 23, 2009 at 06:28 AM