We sports fans, true sports fans, live through the game. It is the only reprieve, setting aside the vast amounts of alcohol and days off that accompany the game, to a week of shitty work. When it is going well, it is going very well. When your team is winning there is really no higher state. It says something about you, your team. Or, more realistically, it becomes a metaphor for the tract of your life.
This is obviously illogic and holds no scientific weight. But a winning streak, a commanding ladder position or a real shot at the flag is something to believe in. Faith in your team is a projected and detached faith in yourself.
You can, to some extent, brush off your twelve hour days in a dead-end job with a rat-shit boss if your team comes through for you over a couple (or more than a couple) cold ones on a Friday or Saturday night. It is not going to change your life but it might give you that little shard of solace that keeps you sucking the big money dick for another week.
It's A Cold Economic Climate.
To think like this is to hope you are always winning. If you are not it’s just the next thing on the pile of shit that is your life. I know, I know, dramatic. But it’s truth, if you feel the way I do. The difference between a Saint and a War Criminal is a boundary, wicket, try, goal or point.
If you have been keeping up with the international sports, you know what I am talking about. Australia are about to return the urn to those Pommy Bastards. Yesterdays innings was the shortest of all time, all out for 60- fucking pitiful.
I was able to comfort myself with the thought that Souths might win tonight. Just over an hour ago we went down by twenty points. Now I am down and that’ll be a long road back, typically you only get OK with it on the night of the next match- a chance for the ruin of the following week.
Thinking this way is obviously too extreme, but really it is worth it for the elation of a win. A win can change everything and keep you in good stead for a week or a year. I don’t pretend for a minute my life wasn’t a whole lot better when we won the premiership last year, and it’s only just carried me to today- where it all goes to shit again.
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