Texas Tech basketball: 5 signs you are not over National Title Game loss
You can’t bring yourself to watch as much sports as you used to
We all know that being a sorts fan is a recipe for pain and suffering (unless you are a Boston sports fan). But somehow, we come back to the drug that is sports because it adds a senes of community to our life while providing us with relatively safe avenues to express our emotions.
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However, I have found that my sports passion has diminished since the Red Raiders’ loss and not even a game 7 of the Stanley Cup playoffs was enough to bring me back around. Last night, my beloved Dallas Stars played St. Louis in game-7 of the second round of the Western Conference playoffs and I simply had no stomach for the fight.
Despite the fact that I have been a die-hard Stars fan since middle school and I am a former season ticket holder, I did not watch one second of last night’s game. I just couldn’t take what I was certain was going to be another crippling blow at the hands of the sports gods. (And it turned out that I was right in that assumption.)
As far as I’m concerned, nothing in the world of sports would be more satisfying than a Texas Tech national title in one of the three main men’s sports. All else pales in comparison. So to see that dream squashed when it was just minutes from coming true has devastated my fandom with other sports and teams.
I haven’t watched a single minute of the NBA playoffs this year, the MLB regular season seems so unimportant (especially given that my Texas Rangers have no shot of being relevant in October) following the drama of the NCAA Tournament and I am so sports scarred that I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy one of the best events sports has to offer, a game-7 in hockey.
Just as the Canada geese that dot the playa lakes of Lubbock every winter eventually return home in the summer, I am certain I’ll eventually return to my sports obsessive ways. It’s all I’ve known since I was a child. I don’t care about culture or the arts and I just can’t bring myself to wade into the murky waters of politics. Thus, sports are bound to be my obsession until I die.
This numbness will pass and all of us who are still trying to recover from what has been the most gloriously painful sports experience of our lives will some day find our footing again. What we need may just be the return of Texas Tech basketball. It’s going to be a long six months.