I had written about my two sports teams which I follow were starting their season this weekend. Sunday to be precise. It was Tottenham Hotspur in the Premier League, and the Dallas Cowboys in the NLF.
As luck would have it, both teams lost. And sort of in the same way; their defenses were lacking.
Clearly, it would have been an even more enjoyable Sunday if they would have won, but I had a good time, sitting in front of the tv, talking to the TV, and supporting my teams.
The wife did ask me if it felt good to have sports back, and I said that it felt good to do something rather normal. Normal in the sense that I was texting with my circle of college friends while the Cowboys played, and none of that conversation had to do with Covid. It was nice to look on social media and see friends posting about how awful the team played and that the season was over. It was nice to complain about something rather than the end of the world.
It’s normal to take a break. It’s normal to talk about other things. It’s normal to have hopes that someone will put a ball through a goal.
I have enough Covid issues to deal with; the kid going back to school, health insurance, social distancing, unemployment, eviction, and the election. It can really feel like too much, just about every day.
But for a little while, I got to worry and hope that Kane would score in stoppage time, or that the defense would sack Goff.
I’m not a huge sports fan, but I did enjoy about five hours of normal yesterday.