Monday, October 12, 2009

Fair Weather Fanhood: A Manifesto

Just a fair warning to all: this is a long one. Relentlessly long. You may wanna try to print it out & read it somewhere more comfortable than a swivel chair. Then again, it might empty your ink cartridge. Ehhh, do whatever you want.




Allow me to go ahead & get the griping out of the way early: the weather STINKS here in Florida right now. It's positively disheartening. I know I shouldn't complain. I don't guess it does any good to complain... except making me feel better. So, just so we're clear on this matter, I don't like the hot weather right now. Not one bit. Not at all.

I guess the other side of this coin is that we're the first to get the warmth of spring. That is pleasant. But it also means an oppressively endless summer. Starting in May and running through June, July, August, September, and now 12 days into October, it's still summer weather here in Panama City, FL.

"So what? Big deal? You should be happy you don't have to shovel snow." Let me explain a little bit of what this is like for you, the non-Floridian.

I walk my dog every day. I'm a good, loving master, and my dog loves me for it. If you don't know, I'm a big man. Not small. I tend to perspire, like many big men. Okay, let's just keep this simple: I fill up a t-shirt with sweat every day. Every day there is a slim ring around the shirt-tail that is dry because it's the one part of the shirt not sticking to my sweat-soaked body. It is every bit as awful & disgusting as it sounds. And THIS every stinkin' day. Especially days where the heat index rises into the high 90's. Or over 100, like it did at least twice last week.

It became a source of humor for one of my golf buddies the other day. He caught me a mile into my route last week, and he stopped to turn his truck around, roll down his window, point at my shirt, guffaw, and think of every wisecrack he could in the 30 seconds he had to make fun of me.

It was humiliating. I will crush him the next time we hit the links.

What's more, the grass hasn't stopped growing here. And unless you've mowed Florida grass, you probably don't grasp how relentless this creature is. And I've been an outstanding yard manager this year. I'm not bragging; I'm just saying that it was a banner year because I put a lot of effort into it. I didn't neglect my lawn. Mowed it every week.

And I'm still mowing! It's not over! I want it to be over! Why can't it be over?! It's supposed to be over! It's October; it's supposed to be COOL. The grass should stop growing so fast by now. But it hasn't been that way.

Plus, when it gets down to it, I'm just selfish. I feel entitled. I don't know why, but I feel like October is my month. I want to walk outside to my truck & have there not be any humidity in the air. I'd like to not be scrambling to click on the A/C as quickly as I can. In fact, I'd like to roll down the window & fill my nostrils with the crisp air of a cool, fall day. Gosh. Just typing that makes me yearn even more. And that is supposed to happen in October. Why hasn't that happened yet here in October?

"Okay! We get it. It's hot in Florida & you hate it." Sorry. So what am I getting at?

Fair weather. I love fair weather. Who doesn't? Who isn't a fan of a crisp fall day?? Nobody, that's who. I want to declare this openly & loudly: I'm a fan of fair weather.

"STOP! What are you REALLY getting at?"

Well, not only am I a fan of fair weather, but I'm also a fair weather fan. There. I said it. I root harder for winners than I do for losers. But at least I'm honest about it. Seriously: who in their right mind roots harder for losers than they do for winners? Nobody, that's who! Nobody "in their right mind" that is. Nuts & weirdies root hard for losers. And I'm not gonna be one of those nuts or weirdies.

The season's over & we can call it now: the Red Sox royally sucked this season. The only reason they won the Wildcard is because the Rangers collapsed quicker than Boston could. They suffered through injuries (Wakefield, Dice-K, Lowell, etc.) & underperforming seasons (Ortiz, Pedroia, Bay, Varitek, etc.) across the board. Bottom line: they didn't have it this season. It wasn't close.

But you know what was even more disappointing? It didn't seem like they cared. How quick was that Red Sox dugout cleared out after the game was over? I saw Jason Bay give what looked like a cursory, token "blank stare out to the field watching the other team celebrate." That's about it. I'm not the only one who noticed this. I'm almost certain that it's this that motivated The Sports Guy to say this after the Game 2 loss: "If you're expecting me to throw remotes, punch walls & go for 2-hour dog walks for this lifeless '09 Sox team, think again."

Because this group didn't care. Not like those Angels cared; that much was very plain. And certainly not like the fans cared. My Lord... Red Sox fans sell out games & buy merchandise at a rate that would juice the economy if it happened in the cities of the other 29 MLB teams. If any fanbase has ever loved their team & blindly rooted for laundry, it is Red Sox fans. But, as the movie line goes, did the Red Sox love them back? I say no.

I've been having this on-going conversation with some Braves fans, too. The Braves have this new General Manager who is tarnishing the once good name of the Atlanta franchise. He's offending Hall of Famers left and right. He's botching deals, as he did last offseason with Rafael Furcal. He over-spent to nab Derek Lowe because he mis-read the market, thought there would be better pitching available, and panicked to bring in the best remaining option. Mark my words (Dan!): given more time, Frank Wren is going to run the Braves into the ground.

Little do Braves fans recognize this, though. Oh, the die-hards are convinced that next year is their year. As hard as I've tried to convince them of their GM's folly -- of his poor record doing business, of his strange signings -- they're convinced that Wren out-paces every other GM in baseball. Really. And they've invested their hopes & dreams into this guy who is leading them off a cliff.

So since when is rooting for those teams a measure of someone's devotion? Sounds sick to me. Pouring your care into a careless team. Investing your hopes in a hopeless franchise. It is folly I say.

Just ask a Green Bay Packers fan. Ask them what it's like to love a player like a son, only to see him rip your heart in the most careless, disloyal way imaginable. What's that like? Thankfully we were enlightened, courtesy Bill Simmons:

Question: I am 19 years old. I have been a fan of Favre and the Packers since the third grade. I grew up thinking Favre could do no wrong. As a mature 17-year-old, I cried the day he retired from the Packers. I was tolerant of the Jets experiment -- even have the jersey to prove it. But what am I supposed to do now? Tonight I watched my childhood hero stomp all over the team and the fans he represented for 16 years. I found myself cursing him for the very same reasons I used to love him. The phony TD celebrations, the smug smiles, the way he hams it up with his new teammates and his new fans. I don't know how to handle it. I started this e-mail thinking I had something to say about all of this, but I just feel lost. I don't know what to think anymore ... I'm just lost.
--Drew, Bloomington, Ind.


Simmons: And that's the part of Monday's game that got lost. Every Packers fan felt like how a dutiful wife would feel if she stuck with her husband through thick and thin, watched him become a success, then got dumped for a younger trophy wife who also happened to be her archnemesis. Favre failed in the same way Roger Clemens failed when he signed with the Blue Jays in 1997 -- his problems with management affected his feelings toward his old franchise, and he did a piss-poor job of letting his old fan base know that he still cared about it. I have written about this before, but I turned on Clemens during his Toronto news conference when he simply refused to acknowledge Boston fans beyond a few generic words. It hurt. I took it personally and decided he was an opportunistic, disloyal, dishonest scumbag from that moment on. And as it turned out, he was.

In Favre's case, his lack of empathy for Packers fans has been really alarming. I know he plays with his heart on his sleeve. I know he's a "kid out there" and "having a ball out there" and all the crap. And maybe he's not a brain surgeon, but he's smart enough to understand what he meant to Packers fans and the state of Wisconsin, which means he had to understand how it went over after he (A) signed with an NFC North team two months ago; (B) dialed up the finger-pointing and fist-pumping during Monday's Pack-Vikes game so egregiously that even his biggest fan fron Green Bay couldn't defend him; and (C) gave that self-satisfied postgame interview in which he never said anything like, "I just wanted to say hi to everyone back in Wisconsin and tell them that this was as strange for me as it probably was for you, but I want you to know that it was just one game -- a game that I wanted to win because I'm a competitor and I love my teammates, but still, none of this changes the fact that I love you guys and I always will." That's it. That's all he had to say to Michele Tafoya after the game.

He didn't say it.

And believe me, I've been there as a fan. It's unforgivable. Especially when you're under 30 and don't realize that many of your "heroes" are people who don't deserve that level of worship, or any worship, for that matter. They just play sports well. They don't care about you. They care about themselves and that's it. If this realization hits you at the wrong time in your life, it can be hard. (I know it was hard for me. I took the Clemens thing personally, as witnessed by the fact that I once wrote a column wondering if he was the Antichrist.) So if the Packers fans want to play along, so to speak, then they can't cheer Favre on Nov. 1. He set the stakes. He made it clear that he's moved on with his new team and cut all ties to the old one. That means you need to go to Lambeau and boo the living hell out of him. Make him miserable. Rattle him. Flummox him. Do everything you can to get the better of him for three hours. This man does not belong to you anymore, and maybe, he never did.


Wow. Truth is sobering, isn't it?

You know what, let's call it: Hosea was a SICK man. There's a reason that his is an awkward story to tell in Church. Marrying a prostitute? Expecting her to remain as faithful & pure as he was? That's like Favre fanhood to the extreme. Which, I mean, for Hosea, is just unimaginable the amount of grief & pain & sorrow he had to wrestle with so often. ONLY God is capable of executing that kind of love and faithfulness. Not us. And that's the point of the book. It's right there in chapter 11 verse 9:

I will not carry out my fierce anger,
       nor will I turn and devastate Ephraim.
       For I am God, and not man—
       the Holy One among you.
       I will not come in wrath


Only God can do that. I mean, it'd drive a man insane to love to that degree of passion & have it not returned.

In fact, in terms of Scriptures that are a model, I default to Psalms 22 on this one. That Psalm where David just opens up on God without any pretense: "My God My God, why have you forsaken me?" It's like he's saying, "Hey Father... this situation I'm in right now -- this is really awful. I'd like to tell you how very awful I think it is." And David goes on to describe his plight in detail. He wrestles with ideas like God's faithfulness, and his own worthiness, and several other similar worries that we all have anxiety over when we're in the midst of trial.

But you know what: if David were being measured by the people who measure fanhood in 21st century America, the man after God's own heart would be only a fair-weather follower.

And I say that's rubbish. David was wallowing in his pessimism, but at least he was taking it to the right place. David was keeping it real, but he wasn't quitting God. He wasn't going down to some Baal or Molek to offer his worship there. He was taking it to God & dumping the full load with HIM: in all it's gritty, unpolished glory.

And here's the point I want to stress to a certain doubter of my fanhood: I'm not putting pinstripes on over here. Just because I can spot an apathetic loser when I see one doesn't mean that I'm leaving Red Sox Nation. I'm staying true to my team. But in doing that, I'm not losing the ability to stay true to myself.

I want to offer as a model of honorable fair weather fanhood my cousin Jason. I have to admit: I'm biased. I love this guy. He's one of my favorite people in the world to spend time around. And that for lots of reasons that I'll spare you from me listing here.

One of the greatest things about Jay, though, is his passion. It comes through so clear on the golf course. When he hits a bad shot, it kills him. Every time. And when he's squared off trying to compete against his brother Barry, it kills him double. Jason is a passionate guy.

This passion comes out in funny ways as it relates to his beloved Crimson Tide, too. I'll never forget the referees running out of the stadium -- running right by he & I -- at the tail end of the 1997 'Bama/Mississippi State game. Alabama had been conquered that day, and Jason wasn't in a good mood. So he taunted those referees. And don't worry: Jason's Mormon, he kept it clean. He just let them know that they SUCKED on that day. ;) And if you ask him about it today, he will work himself into just as much of a frenzy as he was in at that moment.

Oh, and there's also the time where he almost picked a fight after a win. It was October 2nd, 1999. Alabama had just defeated the #3 Florida Gators. IN the Swamp, where the Gators hadn't lost a game in 5 whole years. It was a high moment in all our lives. We felt like kings walking back across campus in our crimson polo shirts. That is, until someone dared taunt the kings. Some drunk guy started heckling us with, "You guys suck! You don't even know what top 5 is!!" Well, Jason isn't the type to turn the other cheek at that. "Hey loser!!... We just beat you IN YOUR OWN HOUSE!" Well, this drunk guy kept following us. And Jason kept not backing down. Until finally we've walked up to this guy's fraternity house, and Jason is standing out on the front lawn red-faced yelling at this clown. He was just about to follow the guy into his FRATERNITY HOUSE. We literally grabbed him to pull him out of that spot & back to my apartment.

I hope you'll believe me when I tell you that Jay is a passionate man. And so, just like his errant shots on the golf course, it kills him a little inside each time Alabama loses. And having a decade like Alabama had from 1997-2007, with 2 separate probations and 3 losing seasons, it was almost enough to crush his spirit.

But Jason figured it out toward the end of the Tide's decade of futility. Whenever 'Bama played, he just went to play golf. I couldn't believe it! This guy who loves Alabama football more than I've ever loved anything in my life. I gave him a hard time about it. How could he do it? Well, for one thing, he taped all the games. And he had a simple rule. When he got home, he'd ask his wife who won. If Alabama won, he'd watch the tape. If Alabama lost, the tape was tossed.

Lots of tapes were tossed.

But Jason made a simple realization about life that I hope each one of you will adopt: He was too passionate to put up with mediocrity. His heart was too big, his love was too strong, and the object of his affection was too small for him to continue down the path of experiencing one heart-wrenching loss after another. So he made that simple calculation: "It's not worth it."

And danged if he's not right! Sports isn't worth it. Sports is never worth it. That is, not when the "it" is putting up with rampant mediocrity & disappointment.

It's as Solomon wrote in Proverbs 4:23 -- "Guard your heart with all diligence, for out of it flows the wellspring of life." I don't know why we subject our hearts to so much anguish over such trivial matters. It reminds me of how C.S. Lewis famously put it:

We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.


You know what I recommend to Florida State fans right now? Go play golf! Go savor the good things in life. Seek out fair weather wherever it may be found in your life. If in the Noles won, then fire up that DVR and enjoy the show. If they lost, then forget about it. It's JUST football.

Why is that so hard for people to say? "It's just football." "It's just baseball." I'm convinced that it's hard because we wrap our sense of self-worth & personal pride in our sports tribe of choice. So that when the tribe succeeds, it's like we succeed. But when the tribe fails, it's just as if we failed.

And, to me, that's sickening. It's just revolting. Because when your fanhood becomes THAT, it's tantamount to idol worship. And so we then begin to measure someone's virtue -- someone's loyalty -- by their mindless, automaton-like sense of devotion to a sports team? How poor a measure is that!

I've got an idea: How about we try measuring people's virtue & loyalty by things that really matter? Like how well they love their wives. Or how well they raise their kids. Or how healthy they grow their puppies? Or how green they keep their lawns? Even over months & months of oppressive heat!

(That's right: it's all about me here)

I'm not saying just to go root for winners. Definitely don't do that. That's not fanhood. That's being a front-runner. No, don't be like the louses that I grew up with who were fans of the Seminoles, Cowboys, and Bulls. Please. Don't go changing teams.

But here's what I am saying: choose to go enjoy the good weather wherever good weather may be found. That's what I'm doing. It's a High Tide in Alabama. That's why you have to put up with my obnoxious "Power 12" rankings every week. Because I am as into that as President Obama is into being on the TV!! A baseball playoffs commercial on TBS? Really, Mr. President?

So may you enjoy the good weather wherever that good weather may be found. It'll do your heart some good to enjoy the crisp purity of refreshing air in some other slice of life. Because too much of the rest of life is bad weather. Why put up with it in your hobbies & recreation? I mean, there are more important things in life than a sports franchise that deserve that from you which is precious above all else: your devotion & your loyalty. So may you find fair weather spaces in your life to invest your heart where it's safe & where it's rewarded.

And, while we're at it, may the good Lord bless me with some cool Fall air. Please?

7 comments:

Sara Blouin Taylor said...

Okay, here's my riled up response. I might write again after I've stewed over your post a little more and am not so emotionally charged about it.

“Seriously: who in their right mind roots harder for losers than they do for winners?”

It’s not a question of who’s winning or who’s losing. You cheer for the team you’re loyal to. When you have kids, and they play on the worst soccer team in their league, are you going to quit going to their games to “protect your heart”? I seriously hope not. It’s about loyalty. You cheer for them because you love them. You can’t tell me it’s because they love you back; how much do kids REALLY [know how to] show you that they love you?


“David was keeping it real, but he wasn't quitting God. He wasn't going down to some Baal or Molek to offer his worship there. He was taking it to God & dumping the full load with HIM: in all it's gritty, unpolished glory.”

How about a few facebook quotes:

“FYI, I've decided that the Major League Baseball season ended early this year. I'll be watching football, playing golf, and doing some extra reading.”

“I'll root for the Angels in the ALCS.”


“I'm not saying just to go root for winners. Definitely don't do that. That's not fanhood. That's being a front-runner.”

Wait, what? “Seriously: who in their right mind roots harder for losers than they do for winners?”

I think what really bothered me most is that I thought you WERE a die-hard fan, so when the “I’m quitting baseball” comment came, it really ticked me off. I’m sure it’s an ego thing; it’s rooted in my mind that die-hard fans stick with the team no matter what happens.

III said...

* No. Of course you don't selectively love your kids only when they're loving you back. Your kids are in the category of people who deserve your whole heart; so you give your kids your whole heart. I don't have a kid, but I have a puppy that I kinda love like a kid. I don't not walk her when I'm not feeling it. Whether I'm feeling it or not, she gets her 3.3 miles every day. Fair weather, or not. And it's usually not! And, yeah, some of those days, Eva isn't showing the love back. But I'm loving on her anyway. But, now, Sports teams? No... I'm not gonna love my sports teams as much as I love my kids. Or my dog. I'm not gonna do it. The bums whose altars everyone else worships at? Brett Favre? Roger Clemens? Those guys exposed to the seedy underbelly of the selfish athlete. No, I'm not loving those guys loyally & unconditionally. Sorry. And that's the point of my entire entry here.

* I stand by both of those Facebook quotes. You tell me you're not gonna be rooting for the Angels in the ALCS.

Oh, and I've enjoyed my extra golf, football, and reading. It's been gratifying. You should know, Sara, I'm a very contented person. Probably not tearing myself up as much as you are over that collapse yesterday. Why? Because Papelbon looked like he was ready to blow a big one ALL YEAR. ALL YEAR. Daniel Bard is our future closer, and Papelbon is gonna walk when we don't give him the money we want, and that game may just hasten the entire process.

But I'm living just fine with all of it because I've come to terms with it. And because I haven't attached my affections to the Sox this season. And if you say that makes me less of a fan, fine. I'm gonna say it makes you an idol worshipper. Now who's got problems?

* I'm sorry I disappointed you. I've just become convinced that it's not worth it anymore. Not, like I said, when the "it" involves unceasing sorrow & anguish over losing teams that deserve to lose.

But I'm sorry I made you mad. And I'm gonna start keeping my cynical off your FB page, because apparently they do nothing more than fuel hurtful rage that attacks my virtue as a person.

Sara Blouin Taylor said...

I wasn't intending to imply that you love a sports team as much as you love your kids. I was saying that it's about who you're loyal to. You're loyal to your kids. You're loyal to your sports team. The love part came in to head off the notion that you cheer for your kids because they can love you back.

The facebook quotes were brought up in response to your lauding David for not quitting God. What I drew from your fb quotes is that you were quitting the Sox for the remainder of the year, and cheering for another team instead. (Btw, while I don't want the Yankees to have a win, I do want to see them in the World Series. 1) It would make a pretty awesome series. 2) It'd be kind of sweet to watch Torre kick Girardi's butt. Plus the Yankees didn't use a team member's death as propaganda.)

I'm not entirely sure where I demeaned your virtue as a person. Fanhood, yes. Intrinsic value, no. And disappointing someone over something like this is hardly worth anything, so if you actually ARE sorry about that, forget about it, 'cause that's silly.

III said...

Oh, how dare you. :) Propaganda?! Wow-how-how!! The Angels really did hurt you, didn't they?

If you read any of the articles after they won the pennant, you'd discover that their celebration was completely spontaneous. None of it was scripted. And I dare you to say to Torii Hunter's face that him wearing that #34 patch on his chest is little more than propaganda. He might give you an earful for maligning his sense of devotion to his dead buddy.

Although, that Dodgers scenario you lay out is enticing. Still, it's also risky. If the Yankees beat Torre, then it simply reinforces all their selfishness & senses of entitlement to a winner by sacking a great manager.

And I find it interesting that I'm having my fanhood called into question by a Red Sox fan who is secretly rooting for the Yankees right now!! Sara! Wake up!!

Bury your broken heart. These Angels are worthy. You should get behind them, too. They're gonna give the Yankees all they want. I can't wait to see every night of it.

Oh, and never once in the ALDS was I rooting for the Angels. Not ONCE. Not even secretly, like you're secretly rooting for the Yankees. Gosh! I can't believe that I'm the one under the microscope here. What are you thinking, Sara??? The YANKEES??

"I'm not entirely sure where I demeaned your virtue as a person. Fanhood, yes. Intrinsic value, no. And disappointing someone over something like this is hardly worth anything, so if you actually ARE sorry about that, forget about it, 'cause that's silly."

Well, when you make dismissive comments about a type of fan that I am that makes it sound like I'm a 2nd class citizen in Red Sox Nation. Or, when you say you'll be ignoring me... as if I'm not even a person worthy enough to be talked to over the next couple months. Yeah -- I heard you make statements about what kind of value I have as a person. Maybe I'm just insecure & sensitive.

And I am genuinely sorry for disappointing you. Man... you're just seeing bad motives in EVERYBODY right now. I'm being real: I'm sorry that I disappointed you. I'm a people-pleaser to my core, and I always feel bad when I don't meet someone's expectations. And I also feel bad because, just the way you put it, it sounded like it was kind of hurtful to you. But if it wasn't, and you think that's just silly, well then fine then. But I still feel bad about disappointing you. Genuinely.

Sara Blouin Taylor said...

Yes, I do think it was propaganda, at least on the media's part. Maybe the team really was affected by the loss of their player. I just wonder how many of them actually do sincerely think about Adenhart and dedicate their playing to him. (I'm not implying that none of them do.) On the same token, the players aren't the ones who make the commercials. Someone is capitalizing on Adenhart's death. That's all I'm saying.

As for the Yankees: the ends justify the means? I suppose I am temporarily hoping that they make it to the World Series... but only to be crushed by the Dodgers. I liken it to Jael inviting Sisera into her tent, giving him milk and covering him with a blanket, just to drive a tent stake through his temple while he slept.

Basically anything I said that was construed as mean-hearted was just the smack talk of a fan, and nothing more. I've gotten in trouble with friends for that in the past, and I'm sure this is not the last time that I will. I assure you, though, it's just the riled-up ramblings of a fan like every other, and generally should not be taken to heart.

III said...

I'm in total shock at how cold-hearted you are about the Angels. I'm not gonna say anymore about it. But if we were having a conversation about this in person, it'd probably be pretty heated. At least on my end. Did you even read my entry from a couple weeks ago about them?

I'm just in shock.

And, goodness, rooting for the Yankees. I'm gonna have a hard time coming to grips with that.

Lloyd said...

Good heavens... the comments were longer than the blog itself.

Sara, I had no idea you had a blog on here now. Where have I been?

Sara and III: I live in a completely different universe from you guys. I can hardly get myself amped about any sporting event, unless it's a pingpong game i'm playing myself.

III, I agree with a lot of your points here, but I can't see how they are consistent with anyone who calls themselves a sports fan at all. i.e. Sports isn't worth it. Sports is never worth it. That is, not when the "it" is putting up with rampant mediocrity & disappointment.

I agree with the "sports is never worth it" part. But who cares if there is mediocrity or excellence? I mean, what drives anyone to be loyal to a team at all? Other than having a family member playing, I can see of no logical reason. It seems to me that people form attachments to a team somewhere in their youth, and a lot of them never look back. It's not that the players really ever did anything to deserve loyalty more than other players. It's just "there's this team, someone convinced me to like them at some point, and that's it."

If you truly care about excellence in the sport, it would seem that you would root for the team who is displaying that excellence the most each season. If you truly loved the team, rather than excellence the sport itself, then it seems you would go on and watch the team and not be concerned with whether they win or lose. Either way, you get to see them play.

In the end, getting invested emotionally in sports past a temporary diversion makes no sense to me at all, from either perspective. This is why I don't call myself a fan(atic).

Oh, and Hosea did have one good reason to put up with the insanity. God told him to. :) I can understand questioning someone's sanity who would take that course of action even if they didn't hear a direct word from God, though. ;)