There’s a certain amount of insanity that is intimately interwoven into the American sports experience. It’s the part of our obsession that drives us to not only spend a frightening amount of time thinking, talking and viewing it, but the part of our subconscious that convinces us to set cars on fire after the final event.
And that’s if our team WINS!
And at times it’s not even enough that our team wins, but that others must lose. I’ve realized over the last few weeks I am more angry and bitter about the Baltimore Ravens winning the Super Bowl than I was happy and proud when the Steelers won in 2005 or 2008. Someone asked me the other day if I would rather have the Steelers win the Superbowl or the Ravens go 0-16. I replied that if it meant the Ravens go 0-16, get relocated to Swamp Knee, Alabama and the entire city of Baltimore gets shit on/heartbroken the same way Cleveland did when that miserable whore of a franchise skipped town, I would gladly fore-go the last two Super Bowls and any possibility of another for the next decade.