Well, it’s Sunday morning, just got home from the gym and I’m going to veg-out for the rest of the day. As always is the case on Autumn Sundays, I’m looking forward to watching the San Diego Chargers kick the Dallas Cowboys’ butts. We’re playing in Dallas, which obviously gives the Cowboys an edge, but nevertheless, I’m cocky-confident we will have our way with them. The Chargers have had some hapless seasons, but they definitely have a shot at winning the division, and who knows, maybe even the Super Bowl. Win or lose; I’m a loyal fan.
I’ve always been a bit confused about sports and fans and their loyalties. I can understand why one would be loyal to their city by supporting their local teams. That just makes sense. I live in San Diego, hence, I’m a Chargers and Padres fan. But if you live in New York and are a loyal Oakland Raiders fan, what’s that all about? If you once lived in Oakland, or your favorite aunt lives there, or you were born and raised there, I’m cool with that. But city loyalty due to some relationship doesn’t seem to be the driving force.
When I was a kid, living in Upstate New York, I absolutely loved the Yankees. But I loved them because of Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris, Yogi Berra and other Hall-of-Famers. But just as soon as the Yankees became a big money team, buying and selling players as if they were chattel, I suddenly found myself a Boston Red Sox fan by default. If you hate the Yankees, naturally you love their archrival. No?
So, what’s the deal with supporting a sports team when you have no association or relationship to the team or the city whatsoever? Players and coaches come and go, so it can’t be the team itself. And suppose there’s a player you absolutely hate and that player is traded to your favorite team? Then what?
I guess the only thing that makes sense is that if you support a team, win or lose, and remain a diehard fan through thick and thin, then it must be that you like the teams’ uniforms. Of course, over the years even uniforms change so I guess I’m back to square one. By the way, even if I move back to New York, I’ll always be a San Diego Chargers and Padres fan. But I will always hate them damn Yankees.