To experience a championship, you must live in places like New Yolk, Bwahston, Tayxas, Floriduh, Than Franthithco. If you live in the Pacific Northwest, forget it.
I really thought we would experience a championship for the first time this time.
I'm through with all sports.
Come on. This is the day after the game. Wait a few weeks.
I moved up here in 1973, and it took until 2001 for the Patriots, 2004 for the Red Sox, and 2011 for the Bruins.
And we are rich beyond belief in this respect. Not all appreciate it, it is true. It is a great sports environment, but boy, living around these Red Sox die-hard fans was nearly unendurable until they finally won in 2004. I guess the Chicago Cubs have it worse, but...you get the idea.
I have a buddy, who was a lifelong Bruins fan. He was someone I played hockey with for years, we went to the games, the whole nine yards.
He stopped following the Bruins and hockey several years back. He had enough. He couldn’t stand the disappointment. He was (and is) angry and bitter, towards the Bruins, the management, the pussification of the league, all of it.
He refused to come and watch any of the playoff games. Last night at midnight I called him, and he had watched the game (As I surely knew he would) but he could not be happy. He groused about the Bruins players who would never get a championship, about how they screwed Ray Bourque, how the Jacobs family is just milking the team for profit and so on.
It bummed me out. All those years we watched together with no championship, and he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy it and smile because of it.
Don’t do it. You can enjoy sports without defining your happiness by it. I am living proof of both ends of that spectrum.