I’ve always thought I liked sports, but I haven’t watched more than ten minutes of autumnal competition this year, whether NFL football or NCAA basketball. Is it a trickier schedule and an active toddler? Maybe. Is it the rough publicity coming from the NFL this season? Perhaps. I just know that I haven’t really missed it at all. It has me wondering how much I really care about sports and how much I was raised to enjoy them.
You won’t hear me sneering “sportsball” though. That term always struck me as condescending, equal to most casual pejoratives that reinforce our separateness. And I’m not anti-sport; people want to connect and belong, so of course tribalism and comaraderie can be appealing, even if on arbitrary geographical grounds. And I’ll always find the perfect catch, or the heaviest dunk exciting. It’s a thrill to watch skilled professionals excell at what they do. But this year I’m just not feelin’ it.
Maybe next season.