J. this a.m. opined that being a Sox
fan has made him a better Christian: teaching him humility, faith in adversity, et
c. I can claim no such effects... I was chatting at work t'other
day with a friend (Yankees fan) who was razzing me about one of the Sox's latest losses. The one featuring a lead spectacularly blown by an 8th
inning pitcher who will remain nameless (but if you mispronounced his name, it would sound like "gag me"). "I can't believe this guy," says I, "he totally sucked ass!"
It occurred to me that I'd never actually used this phrase before, but it seemed apt. Checking out the SoSH
discussion boards today, I could see the sentiment was shared by others, with one thread
asking (in French, no less) why he "sucks dogs balls" for the Sox
while performing considerably better before being traded to us.
Some situations really call for filth when you speak about them. Just a standard F-bomb is not sufficient. And you can generally recognize these situations and differentiate them from a situation that would call for, say, taking the Lord's name in vain. In fact, it would be an interesting linguistic experiment to analyze and list the characteristics of a situation that most people would use their filthiest language to discuss. But it's probably been done.
So that's what the Sox
bring out in me -- language I have never used, metaphors I have never turned. Earlier in the season, another friend from work (our sole Tigers fan) was gingerly asking how I was doing after we'd lost 3 straight to Detroit. It didn't even phase me -- I practically hadn't noticed. Not like last August, when we lost 5 straight in one weekend to the Yankees. That messed me up for weeks afterward. I told her "that was like getting beaten by the guy your girlfriend dumped you for because he had a nicer car or something."
Really, I have no basis for making that comparison (I've never had a girlfriend dump me for anyone -- nice car or not), but once more, it seemed apt. Then I see the guy on SoSH
that posts with the signature "rooting for the Yankees to win is like rooting for Brad Pitt to get laid."
We're talking about baseball, right? How does sex come into it? (maybe if I understood guy culture well enough I'd recognize that sex always comes into it?) I find myself fascinated by how we choose our language around these thing & how it all works. Seriously, if I didn't have to work for a living, I'd probably write a thesis about it.
Now C. has someone (Yankees fan) on the school bus that gives her a hard time when the Sox lose. It pisses her off, and she says "I don't even know why it bothers me, I don't care all that much about baseball, I've only watched like 3 games..." but her friends tell her she doesn't act like she doesn't care about it. At least today I could tell her if he got on her case today, I could guarantee her that we will not lose tonight, and the Yankees will not win. Tomorrow morning, we'll still be ahead by a game and 1/2.
Thank God for nights off!
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