Sports Oh ye of little faith
posted by October 16 at 21:35 PMon
A category which includes me. Watching Monday Night Football, the consensus among the cognoscenti of Bruno and Tim’s was that the Bears were going to fucking lose. And, mind you, that they deserved to lose. WTF? How many turnovers can you allow-the Bears gave up six—and win? Yet the Bears managed to win.
To quote my pal Clay, “Any rational motherfucker expected the Bears to lose, outside of Terry Schaivo’s parents. They always think the dead can come back to life.” And Darrin the Bartender—who lent me the computer for the last liveslogging and for this pissant post—says “I wore red for a reason.” That’s what I get for letting him in on the ribs order. Motherfucker is a Vikings fan and, so, by extension, a Cardinals fan tonight. He too thought the Bears had no chance of winning.
As did I. Yet, thanks to scoring by the D and the special teams and an inexplicable miss by the Cardinals’ kicker, the Bears won. That is why watching sports is so great. If you’re at some Indie Music show in some fucking bar and the band is stinking up the joint, what chance do they have of suddenly pulling it all together and playing a killer set of Iggy Pop covers? If you’re at some Indie Movie screening and the first three reels BLOW, what chance does the director have of suddenly pulling a great fourth reel out and making you weep with joy that you saw this movie?
None. But in sports, anyfuckingthing can happen. Except the Cubs winning the World’s Series.
This is what makes sports great.