Something has been on my mind recently (something I am guilty of). But I am fascinated/baffled by how worked up people get over sports. Again – I AM JUST AS GUILTY OF THIS, IF NOT MORE SO, SO PLEASE DO NOT SEND ME HATE MAIL. We’ve taken simple concepts and turned them into an eleventy billion dollar industry. Concepts like – hit the ball and run. Put the ball in the basket more times than the other person. Throw the ball to a receiver who will run. You get my point.
But apparently, all these games have strategy. A 3-4 zone. A cover 2 zone defense. A suicide squeeze. I don’t know what ANY of these things are. A small forward. A nickelback (not just a band!). A slider. Yup, not a clue.
It’s all very confusing to me. Every time I watch a White Sox game and Hawk Harrelson talks about “good fundamental baseball,” I want to scream – “HAWK, what the FUCK are you talking about?” Alas, I do not, because I do not want my neighbors calling the cops on me again (sorry, that story goes in the book).
I’m sure you’re wondering what my point is. And it’s this: If the combination sacrifice bunt, 2-3 zone, hook/hitch doesn’t work and your/my team loses – it’s not the end of the world. We’ve turned this into a very complicated world (hello 400-page document outlining NFL rules and regulations). I’m going to TRY (and probably fail) at just enjoying being a fan and not worry about trying to understand things that I don’t understand.
A Series of Very Bad Decisions 
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