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Liverpool, Stevie Gerrard. </3
I was tense and frustrated, and then angry (fuck you, Chelsea; fuck you, Man City), but now I'm just annoyed and sad and upset about everything, because sports is terrible to my feelings. To me at age 13 and to any non-sports fan, it seems so unreasonable to have a sports team that you have no actual affect or impact on dictate your emotions based on how they play a game of kicking around a ball/hitting a puck while on skates. In the grand scheme of things, it's so goddman insignificant, you know? But cultural narratives and the power of the collective, etc, etc. Whatever. Let's not even front like I care about the psychoanalysis at root of why we care about sports, I just know that it sucks and I'm way more upset about Liverpool's loss than I thought I'd be. I think it might be harder when a good team breaks your heart. Easier to be a stiff-lipped cynic with a mediocre team because you expect them to fail you constantly. (Cough, Canes.)
I now expect the Flyers to lose their game and the Blues to get eliminated because fuck me getting any happy sports news today, unless the Blues somehow win only to lose Game 7 to draw out the misery. Oh, misery loves company is so true. I am surly and irrationally wish everyone else the pain and depression that afflicts me right now. Ugh, I'm the worst to be around on a sports day, I'm sorry!
WHY IS SPORTS SO STUPID. WHY DO I CARE. AUGH.
And yet my feelings are not any less existent, so. Overinvestment, time to back off and gain some perspective, yeah, yeah.
I was tense and frustrated, and then angry (fuck you, Chelsea; fuck you, Man City), but now I'm just annoyed and sad and upset about everything, because sports is terrible to my feelings. To me at age 13 and to any non-sports fan, it seems so unreasonable to have a sports team that you have no actual affect or impact on dictate your emotions based on how they play a game of kicking around a ball/hitting a puck while on skates. In the grand scheme of things, it's so goddman insignificant, you know? But cultural narratives and the power of the collective, etc, etc. Whatever. Let's not even front like I care about the psychoanalysis at root of why we care about sports, I just know that it sucks and I'm way more upset about Liverpool's loss than I thought I'd be. I think it might be harder when a good team breaks your heart. Easier to be a stiff-lipped cynic with a mediocre team because you expect them to fail you constantly. (Cough, Canes.)
I now expect the Flyers to lose their game and the Blues to get eliminated because fuck me getting any happy sports news today, unless the Blues somehow win only to lose Game 7 to draw out the misery. Oh, misery loves company is so true. I am surly and irrationally wish everyone else the pain and depression that afflicts me right now. Ugh, I'm the worst to be around on a sports day, I'm sorry!
WHY IS SPORTS SO STUPID. WHY DO I CARE. AUGH.
And yet my feelings are not any less existent, so. Overinvestment, time to back off and gain some perspective, yeah, yeah.