Election night is upon us.
And as everyone else is crowded around their TV screens watching to see whether the red or blue will prevail, here I sit…errr, lounge in my bed, surrounded by an abundance of pillows watching Love & Basketball. (Yeah, I know you’re jealous)
I feel like this moment describes so much of my life.
I don’t know if I’ve trained my mind to do it as I’ve gotten older, or if it’s solely an “out of sight, out of mind” principle. Either way, I know this: I can’t really tell you much of what’s going on in this thing we call the “real world.” Yes, this is sad and shameful, but the fact that I admit and acknowledge my ignorance of such makes it a little better, right? Yet, if you ask me my take on Rick Reilly’s new article or how I feel about an NBA trade, I will probably go into a long rant about the good, the bad, how I’m indecisive and can’t pick a side in the matter, and how the person with better character (and smaller paycheck) is almost always who I’ll side with. (I’m a sucker for the underdog, not the superstar*, what can I say?)
*Blake Griffin and Gronk are obvious exceptions here
Anywho, back to the point. I live in a world where my “real world” revolves around ESPN, rather than CNN. And I’m quite alright with it. Yes, I should be more well-rounded about other aspects of life and I know this. (I feel like this will change once I leave the bubble of life that is college) But why shouldn’t I invest my time in things that are interesting to me? For me, sports provide the emotion, the passion and the curiosity that politics and banking and CEO-ing invoke in other people. We’re all different. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Might as well embrace it.
Well it’s that time of year again. The season of heartbreak and triumph. Guts and glory and shattered dreams. The time of year when all that has happened in the past no longer matters. You’ve only got the present, the right now. It is in these tiny moments that the meaning of many lives comes to fruition. Does the pressure make or break you? Do you conquer? Do you fail? Do you take what you have and make the best of it? And most importantly, do you believe that you can do it all?
The madness that goes down every March is something that I live for. Everybody else I know claims Christmas or their birthday to be the greatest holiday of the year, yet here I sit, glued to a tv and gametracker for a straight month, trying to convince my friends that they’ve got it all wrong. Sure, I love me some Christmas too, but it doesn’t even begin to compare in my mind. March is just too damn magical. It makes me feel like I can conquer the world. (In a figurative sense of course)
The madness may include some ridiculous “special” uniforms coughcoughBAYLORcough and some insane fans that follow their teams across the country (I will be one of them one day), but those things just go with the territory. At least that’s the conclusion I’ve come to.
Anyways, back to the real topic: BASKETBALL. The realest freakin’ basketball ever known to man. (or woman) Things happen in the month of March that are completely and utterly impossible. The underdog beats the reigning champ. The star gets injured and their team still pulls through. Point 7 seconds changes the lives of an entire fan base.
The best part about it all though? It doesn’t matter who wins and who loses. I mean, it totally does, but just hear me out. Your team could place last in the tournament or they could win the whole thing, but either way they did their job. They made an impact. On their lives, on yours, on that little kid’s sitting up in the nosebleeds. It’s what sport does. It connects you. Makes the world one. Guess that’s why I love it so much.
Enjoy your tourney watching :)