I was foolish. For some reason I let myself actually get caught up in a professional sports team.
Oh, I've done it before. I was a fan of the Toronto Argonauts, who until the late 80s had never won a Grey Cup in my life. I was never a major hockey fan; just as well, as the last time the Leafs won the Stanley Cup was when my family moved to Canada (forty years ago). I once followed the Toronto Blizzard of the North American Soccer League before it folded. So, I'm no stranger to sporting futility.
But this time I got caught up in all the excitement of the New Orleans Saints making a run at the Super Bowl. They hadn't won more than a single play off game in 39 years (now it's two). They'd never been in the Super Bowl at any time in their 40 year history. They had a dismal record last year, in the wake of Hurricane Katrina.
My mistake is letting myself think, hope, they could make it to the Super Bowl. In retrospect I started to worry when the Chicago Bears beat the Seattle Seahawks. I didn't like the idea of the Saints having to play Chicago in their outdoor stadium in January.
Logan's birthday party was Saturday. He had a Saints theme. He received a bunch of football stuff as presents. He just had to wear my mother's present to him, a Reggie Bush replica jersey. The gold and black balloons were still up at game time on Sunday.
Alana and I began watching the game. From the beginning you knew the Saints were in trouble. You can tell your players to watch "ball security", but you can't teach it unless they get out in the cold, wet weather and practise with the football. The Bears had that luxury, the Saints did not.
We turned off the television when the realization of their failure was becoming a certainty. Alana couldn't watch any more and requested that I turn off the TV. I was glad she asked.
And that's when the depression set in, followed by a self-berating for stupidly believing in a sports team, for feeling sorry for a team where the cheapest player is making at least three times my salary.
Oh, well, if they had made it to the Super Bowl I'd hardly be able to watch it. At least now Logan can cheer on the Colts and one of his favourite players, Peyton Manning.
And I now detest the Chicago Bears...
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