My family is big into sports. It’s always been a huge part of our lives. Ryan, more than any of us, had the best understanding. He was a scholar of any sport he watched. He understood the strategy, both in-game and pre-game. As for my daughter, Kari, she embraced the social aspect of an event. In other words, the tailgating and game time indulgences. Sue, despite her suspicion toward umpires and referees, could easily host a show on ESPN. For the past two decades she never flinches in blaming the referees for the Redskins poor performance. I can’t remember the last time she thought an incomplete pass didn’t involve pass interference. She has, by every measure, lost faith in instant replay official review.
It sure is turning into a rough weekend in the Diviney household in regards to sports. On Friday night, the Washington Nationals choked on a six run lead. Yesterday our beloved West Virginia Mountaineers were punished and humiliated, effectively ending any hope at playing for a college football championship. Today we will almost certainly suffer through another Redskin defeat, only to be coaxed along with hope until the fourth quarter. Ah, the Redskins, there like a bad marriage… they keep promising they’ll be better — and have spurts of this — but in the end they always let you down.
Where am I going with this? Well, before Ryan was beaten (by Jonathan May and Austin Vantrease), a sports weekend like the one we’re experiencing would have put us all in a foul mood for the week. It wouldn’t be until our teams played again that we had any hope of sports happiness. Oh, how shallow we once were.
Fast forward to this morning. I woke up with the taste of defeat still fresh. You know what? I doesn’t matter. Certainly not enough to sucker-punch or kick someone in the head over.
Both teams (Nationals and Mountaineers) could have won and it has absolutely no tangible impact on my life. Ryan is still in a coma. Austin Vantrease continues to rot in prison. Gale Vantrease will play the victim (in my opinion, of course). Jonathan May goes on with his life, a free man. Kari goes through college without her brother by her side. Sue puts on a brave face and plows through the day. My day… it’s like any other.
Win or lose, it just doesn’t matter. Not one bit.