It took Usher an entire album to get off his chest all the things he needed to tell the world. I won’t go quite that long, but dear readers I feel that I must unburden myself. I’ve got a few things on my mind…
First things first. I’m becoming a bit of a baseball fan. Surprised even me! I actually sat down tonight and turned on my TV only to watch the end of the Twins-Red Sox game instead of immediately tuning into the Celtics-Cavs game that was in full swing. And it’s not like I have any particular affinity for the Twins. Can’t stand the Red Sox, and maybe that’s what made me tune in. I wanted to be sure they lost. But this strange compulsion actually caused me to watch the game the night before from about the 3rd inning on. And contrary to my own popular belief, the games actually held my attention.
So between the baseball and the NBA playoffs, I find myself in a place I’ve never been before–satisfied with the sports scene sans football. I have a few selections of sporting events to watch every night and for the most part, it’s good quality stuff. Ok, I did find myself getting annoyed by the announcers in last night’s BoSox game repeatedly telling us the differences between natural grass and Astro Turf fields. But beyond that, the on-field–or on-court action depending on the night–is truly entertaining. It’s a bit difficult to root for the Yankees right now since they kind of suck. I’m sticking it out though. And the Tigers have been showing some signs of promise, with the AL Central sort of up for grabs.
Since I’m on a bit of a roll, I suppose now is as good a time as any to divulge that I don’t, under really any circumstances, root for the Rangers. And worse than that? I actually have started rooting against almost all the Dallas teams! I’m glad the Mavs lost. There, I said it. I was rooting for the Hornets the entire series. And as proof that that was the right decision, the Mavs went and fired Avery Johnson at the end of the season, which in my book was a big mistake in a long line of mistakes this season. From everything I’ve heard, the major force behind the Kidd trade was Cuban, not Johnson. If they would have kept Diop and Harris, who knows how they would have fared against New Orleans. But they didn’t, and they lost, and I was glad. And now I’m hoping the Hornets win it all. I want them to crush San Antonio (yes, my lack of love apparently extends to all Texas teams right now), though I’m a little surprised that there’s such a discrepancy between how they play on the road and at home. And frankly I couldn’t care less who’s coming out of the East. I already don’t want them to win.
But wait! The hate doesn’t stop there! I’m actively rooting against the Stars in favor of the Red Wings! The city of Dallas will likely ask me to move, no doubts. I have been a Red Wings fan since I was a kid, so really this isn’t such a bad thing. I don’t necessarily hop on the hometown band wagon. But it makes it tough to talk a little water-cooler talk when you are cheering against the team that everyone else lives and dies by. Guess I’ll have to work on my neutral stance.
And with that, my sins have been exposed. Just don’t tell football that I’m getting along fine without it. We’ve had such a good thing going all these years, I don’t want to ruin it just yet.