When It Hurts

The true test of love is pain. If you love something, it will hurt when it is threatened or lost. This is never more true (exaggeration) than in sports.

A real fan is not someone who gets excited when his or her team wins. A real fan is someone who feels pain when their team loses. I live in Nashville and because of living in Nashville, I pull for and follow the Titans. I am not a Titans fan. When they lose, I feel nothing.

Yesterday, for the first time in a long time I felt it. (I really can't even remember how long ago it was - I think Sedale Threat and Nick Van Exel were Lakers the last time I felt it.) When the Lakers lost to the Jazz, it hurt. I felt the sting.

I know I've written about this more than anybody cares to read, but it is fascinating and exciting to me to care about the Lakers again. I have gone from wearing purple everyday to wanting the Clippers to be the team in LA and now the love is coming back. I can't deny the pain. It wasn't a deep pain. I didn't want to kick the furniture (see youtube - unaware bruins fan), but it was there. It was like the pinch you get when the needle pierces the skin. Over pretty quickly, but remembered and dreaded.

Not sure I'll ever be here again...



but it's nice to feel the hurt once more.