Sometimes sports can affect my mood…
No. It’s true.
But, I’m not nearly as bad as I used to be.
I remember in high school when my favourite team got bounced out of the NBA playoffs, in a particularly heart-breaking manner, I got a call from a basketball teammate. All I heard was, “Blah blah blah Lakers won! hee hee hee.”
I replied with, “Uh huh…. Yeah… FUCK OFF!!!” and threw the phone across the room.
My father looked at me for a few seconds and said, “Wrong number?”
I’m a kinder gentler Peter now.
However, sports can still get to me.
Saturday night, after The ACN went to bed, I grabbed ye olde laptop and got comfy to find out what was going on in the world of sports.
I saw that #1 ranked (in college football) LSU was in a tough game against Kentucky. (Kentucky?!?) And I saw that my team, Cal (Berkeley), was not playing on TV up here. Even though they were RANKED #2!!!
I was not happy.
However, I am a pretty glass is half full of lemonade made from lemons kind of hombre. So, I went to SI.com and got the automatically updating box score thing rocking.
Cal was already down to Oregon St.
Again, not good news. But, Cal is an offensive juggernaut. No biggie.
I then realized that it was Saturday night, I am Canadian, so I should be watching hockey anyway. It’s like a rule. Since I am an Ottawa fan, and my dish has the channel in Ottawa that shows Saturday night games, I flipped to it and found…
Toronto vs. Pittsburgh.
Now, I think it’s great that Sidney Crosby was playing a game in Canada on a Saturday night. The little dude is a fellow Nova Scotian, so I have nothing but respect. However, Ottawa is the best team in the league. This channel is from Ottawa. And yet…
So, the universe wanted to toy with me a bit. Fine. I am determined.
I remember that the NHL Network shows something called “NHL on the Fly.” Which is essentially hours and hours of live look-ins at games, as well as highlights and news. It kicks a lot of ass. So, I flipped over to the NHL Network and found…
A “Classic Series” episode featuring the Rangers and Islanders from the late 70s.
“Well played, universe,” I said.
Around this point I saw that LSU had somehow managed to lose. In triple overtime! (A game that I couldn’t watch up here either. Curses!)
This meant that all Cal had to do was beat unranked Oregon St. to cruise to the #1 ranking.
Which meant they’d also be #1 in the first BCS rankings!!
(Am I really rambling this long about sports in a blog with a readership that has been skewing mostly female for a while now? Apparently so. Why do I hate success?)
The Cal game went back and forth. Cal would score and take the lead, but then couldn’t find a way to stop Oregon St.
Seriously? Oregon St.?!?
Long story short (HA!)…
Cal ended up losing the game.
And I was bummed.
Now, I wasn’t as depressed as Seth was in that episode of “The O.C.” when he was is his bed with the covers over his head and he was listening to Boys II Men’s “End of the Road.” (You’re trying not to let it get stuck in your head. You are trying not to remember the words and — oooopsie. There you go. My gift to you.)
But, I was… bummed.
Would referencing “The O.C.” seem less girly if I told you that it was one of the episodes when Marissa was dabbling in the lesbianic arts?
There was a moment in that episode that I really liked. Seth & Ryan were sitting in a boat in the living room. (They had their reasons.) And Seth drops the news to Ryan that their exes (both women) were now dating. Even though the love of Seth’s life was getting ready to fly off to Europe with her pretty boy new boyfriend, and even though Ryan’s wife-beater-wearing heart was being broken because his new girlfriend was leaving him and moving to Chicago, these unlikely best friends took a moment and pondered the image of their two exes together. And they smiled.
Sometimes you just have to embrace being a dude.
This post is pretty testosteroney today, eh?
Oh, Ottawa ended up winning 3-0 on Saturday night, so that put me in a better mood before sleepies.
Did I just say, “sleepies?”
Why do I cheer for Cal, you ask?
Or you would if you were still reading.
I honestly don’t have a very good reason. A number of years ago, just after he was hired, I saw a piece on Coach Tedford and he seemed like good people. He had overcome odds of some sort — which usually sucks me in. So, since I was a college football free agent, I just started following them. I am also a big fan of offensive creativity in football — which was clearly on display during the Aaron “Fucking Retire Already Brett Favre!” Rodgers era. Tedford is a wizard.
So, even though I don’t personally know anyone who went there — except for Ryan on “The O.C.!” — I am a Cal Bears fan.
You like how that all came full circle? That’s good writing right there, people.
One of my great regrets in life — along with not asking that Naomi chick out in university, and the brush cut in grade 11 — is not having gone to a big U.S. college where sports is huge. My school’s girls volleyball team was good, I suppose. While girl volleyball players are hotter than other female athletes, for some reason, I kind of hate the sport.
How about the rest of you? Did any of you go to a school with a team that I could embrace and follow a little?