I like watching sports, I do. I love my Denver Broncos and can be quite cutthroat when watching them play. And NCAA tournament basketball is something I always enjoy, and not just because I often win with my bracket. And I like baseball, especially when I’m at the ballpark, live.
But sometimes, well, often I have a hard time watching sports. Because, really I don’t like watching anyone lose. This is why I don’t watch game shows or any reality shows. I feel so sorry for people that lose, I’m just too damn empathetic.
So right now it’s the World Series. And baseball is just about the sqvirrel’s favorite sport. And we happen to know the father of the Detroit Tigers‘ rookie pitcher, Justin Verlander. And the Tigers haven’t been to the World Series in like, forever. So we really want the Tigers to win. But as we are watching tonight, Justin Verlander is pitching. I’m already nervous because I want Verlander to do well. But on the other hand I don’t like to see the St Louis Carndinals do badly. Not because I like them, but just because I hate to see people do badly at anything. For example, someone on the Cardinals made an error and I squirmed. I hate to think of that guy thinking about the error late at night as he tries to go to sleep.*
The sqvirrel tries to help me hate the Cardinals,
“They’re all Republicans.”
“The pitcher got caught hitting his dog.”
He’s quite the funny one, is the sqvirrel. But what I want to know is- why do I insist on feeling bad on behalf of people I don’t know and never will and who make plenty of money and probably don’t lay awake at night, thinking about all the horrible errors they made. I figure since I’ve lain awake countless nights, reliving all my worst, most embarrassing moments, they must too. Anyway, it’s enough for me to imagine them doing so. So for the duration of the World Series, I’ll probably sit here on the couch, reading a book, sneaking looks at the TV to see how things are going.
*Unlikely to happen, since the Cardinals are up, 4-1 in the bottom of the 3rd. grrrr.