Lately, the posts from Kenny and the man who is about to speak have included a myriad of emotions which, coincidentally, sum up today's post. It's been a long road to 900, and it's an honor that this man will be the one to do the honors on this day, as he is, and has been for quite some time, a member of the family.
Without further ado, I present to you and introduce to others, The One and Only...Reverend Paul Revere.
After reading Kenny pour his hear out about the Rangers and his broken heart, I couldn't help but ask myself why we as sports fan do this to ourselves time and time again.
Truthfully, this scenario has been playing out in my head the past couple of weeks. Specifically, it's been due to watching the most aesthetically unpleasing 8-1 college football team in America, week in and week out. Every time I watch my alma mater, Penn State Nittany Lions this year, I ask myself why, because every game has been brutally painful to watch.
If I'm being perfectly honest, I haven't really enjoyed watching any game at all because of how laughable the offensive coaching and quarterback play has been. Yet there I am, Saturday after Saturday, taking in every last second of the game.
The same can be said for any fan of any team. On a nightly or weekly basis, we plan our lives around the teams we root for. Personally, I won't go to a party, event or plan a date when the Eagles or Nittany Lions are playing, or when any big game is on, even if the teams I'm pulling for are practically unwatchable.
There are dedicated Lions fans who watched every play in their 0-16 season. There are Dolphins and Colts fans still planning to attend every home game as their eyes bleed. There are Clippers and Cubs and Pirates and Islanders and Cleveland fans who wouldn't dare a miss game. And the list goes on and on.
No matter how much despair our teams give us, no matter how many times they let us down and break our hearts, sports is the one drug we cannot quit.
Even as I sit here and write this all, I know I'll continue to chase that high. Because no matter how low the lows get, nothing can top the feeling of coming out on top.
I know I could quit coffee, junk food and even alcohol if my life depended on it, but I could not live without sports. In my eyes, it's the most addictive drug of all.