I’ve been meaning to link to this post for a couple of days.
Dan’s post on the Red Sox. I think it’s spectacular. Got a little choked up when I first read it.
To love something – whether that thing is a baseball team or an individual or whatever- is to sow the seeds of your own downfall. If you love you’re going to hurt – somehow, somewhere, sometime.
And when you get hurt you can rage or scream or feel sorry for yourself. Or, you can do as beth suggests – face the music dressed in our best, and prepared to go down as gentlemen. Why not face adversity with some dignity? Why not cheer for the Sox until the bitter end, embrace our passion until the last out? After all nobody forces you to care. Nobody puts a gun to your head and says “ok… on my command… love!” It’s a choice we all make, and you can avoid the consequences, the heartbreak, quite easily. Wall yourself off from other people. Follow golf. If you choose to love something, then take your hopes in hand, do it unreservedly and accept that sometimes the object of your affection may fall short. Not make the play-offs. Not win another championship. You know what I mean.