Day Fifty Five: Sports Fan

I am a sports fan.

Today is a good day for this blog considering that as I write this, the Denver Broncos are in the playoffs against the Baltimore Ravens. We’ll probably win. Dear god I hope we win, because I cannot deal with a bunch of mopey Denverites for another year of failure. Denver is pretty used to loss: The Rockies royally f-ed up their first time to the World Series, the Nuggets start off great but end up falling behind,  and the Broncos have been on a losing streak pretty much since Elway left us. (We have other teams too, but no one really cares about lacrosse, soccer or god forbid hockey around here.)

But tonight is a night of redemption. For all those people who said we couldn’t make it, the Broncos are out there in ten degree weather playing their best. If they win, we’ll move up in the rankings. If we lose…several refs are going to be sleeping with guns tonight.

I love being a sports fan. The Rockies are my team and I root for them every year despite losing almost every game they play. But the best part of sports is the way in which it brings people together. People who hold no creed, care or political party the same come together on game day with a common hero and a common enemy.  It is an amazing thing to watch. (Except for Raiders’ fans, who should just stay home.)

I love sitting on the couch and watching a game with people I love or sitting at the bar and watching the touch downs between rounds of trivia. Sometimes we get so wrapped up in whether our team wins or loses that we forget that sports isn’t about victory, it’s about friendship. In that moment when the quarterback drops a pass, everyone in the bar groans and shares a sentiment with their fellow man.

Besides, chicks who dig sports are totally hot.

Challenge to my Readers:

Watch the game tonight and revel in the bond you share with everyone around you. Tomorrow, win or lose, talk about your team with the highest of accolades, even if they f*cked up. At least for a day. The day after you can go back to slamming their stupid interceptions.