I’m a self admitted geek and dork.  Take that as read.  Many in the geek world don’t understand Major League Sports, which makes sense given that during my era those who were most interested in sports were also those dumping us into garbage cans and stealing our He-Man lunch pails. Sophomore year in college was rough.

Anyway, I don’t like Major League or really any organized spectator sports.  I like playing the games because many of them are fun and they are games – and I’m all about games.  However, watching others play games has never really been something I found terribly fun; and sports are no exception.  Watching two teams play a game with players who make more in a week than I do in a year just doesn’t hold any appeal to me.  It’s not that I don’t understand sports, I do, but that understanding adds to my disdain of organized professional sports.

It all comes down to human instinct and tribalism.  As a species who tend to view our own worth based on the perceived worth of the groups (tribes) we belong to, it’s only natural that we would form our own champions that we can use to compete with other tribes as a way of determining dominance.  If our sports team is doing better than yours, then we are obviously better than you are in some very important way.

Problem is, for me, there is a disconnect between myself and the champions of my tribe.  I find I can take no pride or satisfaction in any victory my champions acquire because it has utterly nothing to do with me.  I don’t train any of the players, help them practice, decide when they should join or leave the team, set up the games, etc.  I don’t even pay to see the games, so I don’t even contribute monetarily to their existence.  I’m sure my tax dollars go to them in some form or another, but truth be told, I generally vote against giving money to sports teams – so my contributions are at gun point.  I’m a jerk like that.  So when people around me talk about how good “our” team is doing, I twitch a bit, make vague statements that seem to suggest I’ve been following the sports and can carry on a conversation, all the while looking for an excuse to leave the room.

Those who follow sports are free to it, but for my part I take no joy in the competition of “our” overpaid, iconic champions.

-Confusion is a state of mind, or is it?