Fall is my favorite time of year. From the leaves falling to the Halloween stores popping up – I adore it all*. Aside from that big shindig every four years that causes advertisements to turn to hell and Facebook updates that make me want to deactivate. However, while I stray away from politics, I think I finally get it.
Whether your a democrat or republican, you’re probably quite passionate about your decision. You may choose to argue with members of the opposite party, almost to the point of distress. You’re willing to shove your point of view on anyone who will listen (or read, or like). I get it.
That’s how I feel about sports.
My blood boils when my team is insulted. If a good season is upon us, I’ll shout it from the rooftops. I cringe when I witness others in opposing team merchandise. The mere mention of Gary Bettman will ruin my day. Instead of leaning left or right, I lean forward, in my seat, in anticipation of the next play.
I may not support a political party, but I will support my St. Louis Blues until I’m 6 feet under, regardless of our lack of a Stanley Cup. I will tweet using the hashtag #12in12. I will never, ever pass up the opportunity to laugh at a cubs fan. The same passion, desire and distaste that fuels political debates fuels my fanhood.
The campaign ads can be pretty awful, too.