I don’t think I can watch football anymore. The joy once associated with the sport has become a sad sad feeling normally associated with Cubs fans of yesteryear. In short, there is no hope.
Football is a game of promise. On any given Sunday my team can go out there and compete with any other team and give us a win from time to time. Sadly, that is not the case. When I watch the Giants I no longer feel hope. I am waiting to be disappointed. There is no joy in waiting for that. I feel the way Charlie Brown should feel when running towards that ball. He knows she is going to pull it away, yet he tries anyway.
When you know something is destined to disappoint and hurt you there is absolutely no reason to continue down that path. Unless sadness, disappointment, and hurt is what you came for in the first place.
This is where we get into the Cubs fans. Cubbies harbored a sense of hope. There was a slim belief that they could turn things around and be successful. For others there was the fun of the game event itself. They thrived in the moment, despite the certain pain and disappointment that followed.
That is not where I’m at. I am in a place of hurt and disappointment and no longer believing at all. I’m the butt of the jokes and not at all laughing. So, I’m done.