There are many sports out there to follow. And while I enjoy most of them, from a very young age, I chose football as my favorite.
There are 32 teams in the NFL. At a very young age, I chose the Lions.
I’ve had every reason to bail on them over the years, and some people think it’s stupid that I don’t, but I can’t help it. Every Sunday they play, I’m tuned into the TV or radio. At some point nearly every day, even during the offseason, you can catch me reading about their progress (or lack thereof).
There’s a few reasons for that, but mainly, they’ve always seemed to have the odds stacked against them in some way or another. And that’s what gets me in trouble. Throughout the mundane school days, or work week, over the years I’ve always thought…
“Sunday’s coming. If my team wins, all the little annoyances that I put up with won’t seem so bad, and the odds don’t seem so stacked.”
I dunno, maybe I do get too involved, and maybe I do seek inspiration from a poor source. I can’t deny though, the team’s taught me a lot about how to have hope when there seems to be none, and I appreciate it. But I’ve never taken any loss as bad as when the Lions lose again. I guess the reason I hang around is that I just want to be shown that having hope can pay off, even in some of the bleakest of situations.