So, as you may have noticed, the Philadelphia Phillies were in the NLCS for three years in a row. Twice they made it to the World Series, which they won once. This year they lost to the eventual champions. These are, by any standards, fairly good outcomes for a baseball season. When all your friends are Pirates fans, it makes you a jerk when you are disappointed that the Phillies didn’t win the pennant again.
Except: this is ridiculous. I suffered through years of Joe Carter, mediocrity, and the Braves so that I must root for the Giants in self-flagellation? I should wish the Phillies were worse so that my status as a fan is somehow more authentic?
Sure, I shouldn’t swank about going, “Hey, you know who’s great? The Philadelphia Phillies. Are the Pirates even in the majors? Your life is a pathetic wasteland.” That would make me a jerk.
But I refuse to throw away my moments in the sun, and I reserve the right to be disappointed when my teams don’t win championships, because it would be nicer if they did. And that’s why I like sports.
I feel more like Sad Chase Utley than Hit By Pitch Chase Utley, but there is a surprising dearth of Sad Chase Utley photos. Especially because he was on my television screen all the time, and Sad Chase Utley is sad.