(Reader
alert: some sports allusions made that
may be opaque to a non-fan.)
Why
do people become sports fans? Why did
my mother – in the middle of New Mexico – in the 1950’s rabidly root for the
Brooklyn Dodgers in their perennial World Series match up with the Yankees? During that time you’d’ve thought Pee Wee
Reese was her son.
My
Dad was a boxing fan and listened to every heavyweight championship bout and
the Indy 500 every year. All on AM
radio, of course.
The
first sports team I remember rooting for was Southern Methodist University when
they were in the 1956 NCAA basketball tournament. I thought, in my youthful innocence, that I was a Methodist at
the time. (My
I-want-her-to-be-my-girl-friend went to the Methodist Church.) I also remember following the minor league
team, the Albuquerque Dukes – but without much commitment. Never went to a game. They were the closest professional team of
any sort.
I
think our allegiance to a sports team stems from a need from our
hunter-gatherer heritage. We want to
belong - be a part of a tribe. Share
the spoils of victory. It’s completely
irrational, of course.
I
got sucked in big time into becoming a sports fan when I started going to
Southern Cal. That time was their
heyday in college football. John
McKay, O.J. Simpson and the list goes on.
I claim it was impossible to be on that campus at that time and not
become a fan. The damned Bruins and
Irish became the mortal enemies. A
couple of the football players took the physics lab course I was responsible
for as a teaching assistant. They
always came well prepared because they wanted to get to training as soon as
possible. I memorized the words,
“Fight on for ol’ SC…” and started worshipping white horses – something a
Methodist would never do.
In
my mature years I’ve noticed that I will follow local teams – but only if
they’re doing well - and not with the same ferocity as when I was younger. I lived in Chicago when the Bears won it
all. The sports program at South
Carolina has had some recent successes.
They’ve won the NCAA baseball tournament and have a very competitive
football team.
Other
sporting events can easily attract my attention. Wimbleton, The Master’s, Olympic Curling (I know, I know),… When I lived in England, I started following – God forbid –
soccer and cricket.
Not
that I'm anxious or anything like that, But the Trojans first
game is August 30 – 97 days, 6 hours, and 31 minutes away.
©2014 Lester C. Welch
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