I am the greatest fan that ever lived...

Okay, so obviously I'm not, though I do belong to the greatest fanbase that ever lived in this country -- not sure I wanna fuck with Man U fans, they seem legit -- but really this is just another post about sports and that song is totally up in my head. It all began with a game of AudioSurf, during which I played most of the Red Album. If you're unclear on either of those things...pop my blog's comment cherry, dammit. I started this mostly because I used to enjoy all of your lively comments. In accordance with that, I will ignore any queries submitted to me in any form other than blog comment. If you don't have an account, that's cool...just sign it with a first name or something which you think will make you identifiable to me. Anyway...Audiosurf got a little overstimulating, as it always does...which got me where I am now....

Seeing a SportsCenter re-run about to start, and having been jonesing to finish a round of my recently acquired PC edition of Tiger Woods 07 (which critics seemed to agree was much better than 08, and better than the 360 or Wii versions) which I abandoned when the Phils started cutting into that 5-1 lead, and had never gotten back to on account of the long-awaited return of my better half, real-life Tiger, the addictive qualities of the 5 most recent episodes of Weeds on Showtime/Apple TV, and the semi-entertaining qualities of the 4th quarter of an NBA game, because lord knows not even in the finals are the first 3 quarters remotely interesting. Anyway...SportsCenter and its Soccer and Golf highlights got me to thinking about a fairly simple but paradoxically also rather complicated question...what is it
that I love so much about sports? This question, to some extent, was a byproduct of a conversation I had recently had with ML, in which I expressed to her my disdain for the idea of working the travel-oriented, faux-glamorous, publicly scrutinized grind associated with working in the traditional sports media, a desire which is associated as closely with my character as my Philadelphianism, to coin a phrase but certainly not a concept. While both certainly have their place in my heart, I don't think either really gets to the heart of the matter. Golf and Tennis aren't Philadelphian and don't make for good television, yet I watch nearly as religiously as I do the Phils when the time comes. Ditto curling and soccer -- which won't qualify as Philadelphian to me even when the MLS team comes to Chester, and even if they win a championship. And for anyone who wonders why it wouldn't count if they win a championship, or if the Soul win the Arena Bowl for that matter, that can also be a blog comment discussion. I have a fully fleshed out rationale. Anyway...I think I owe my love of sports more to video games, and even more specifically to growing up competing with my older and much more coordinated sisters in video games, than to anything else. While it's true that I grew up playing sports, anyone in my family can tell you with some degree of certainty that I was never much of a natural athlete...which is to say, I am the worst athlete alive. But the one athletic trait which I did possess in spades was the spirit of competition derived from being in a constant struggle for everything from attention to the right to be player 2, because back in those days, you were mario, you were luigi...or you weren't at all. If you ain't first, you're last. So, I say it was sibling rivalry, and primarily manifested through video games, which fostered the competitive spirit in me, and which thus also created my insatiable appetite for competition. Well, that was rather long-winded.

In other news, I've decided to drop the whole Zoolander catchphrase already...it's pretty dumb. But every time I hear the persistence quote, I think of Derelique. And now I have no idea what note to end on. Screw it, I guess it's staying for the time being. If you don't like it, you can derelick my balls.