Why I Quit Being A Sports Fan
It’s that time of the year for sports again. The NBA is on its first few tip-offs, the NFL season is a mad dash away from the Super Bowl, and the MLB World Series is in full swing.
If sports action is on fire, you can bet the media is right on its heels like a lock-down defender. It’s prime time that stat lines and highlight reels flood social media feeds, on and off court player antics break news headlines, and Youtube suggests Stephen A. Smith’s face so pervasively you’d think Google owned ESPN.
But of course, we all know who’s most excited about all this. It’s not the players or the teams of people behind them. It’s not the media or the advertising machine. IT IS the middle aged dude who got the Kaepernick hairdo minutes after that Nike ad. It is the accountant mimicking Aaron Judge’s bats against the Dodgers. It is the two brothers wearing matching 8 and 24 jerseys on LeBron’s Staples Center debut.
Collectively speaking, no one loves sports more than the fan.
Three years ago I am one among millions of them. As a kid, as most kids do, I loved playing and watching sports. Growing up and going into my adulthood, I watched and followed the NBA religiously. I didn’t play outside of casual street hoops and arcade shoot-alongs but I still…
