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Which is not to say that I'm glad the Red Sox won. Fuck the Red Sox. I don't find winning one World Series after 80-some odd years to be all that impressive. In fact, it's pretty gay. Shit, it's almost Cubs status. But I have to admit, watching the Cardinals come this far just to have their fucking asses handed to them was just satisfying to me on a certain level.
I don't really have much of an opinion on sports one way or the other. I mean, I enjoy catching an actual live (live meaning there at the stadium) game every now and again, which, conveniently, is about as often as I can afford to, but I don't really "follow" anything too closely and I never really feel like I have much of a stake in the outcome one way or the other. It's not like I own the fucking team. I'm just there to get wasted and watch a buncha big motherfuckers on 'roids attempt amazing athletic feats.
But if there's one thing that I really can't stand, it's the amount of fucking flag waving that this shit seems to inspire. The scene here in the STL, in these past few weeks, has actually been way worse than even those few months following 9/11. But I think that whole 9/11 thing, along with these two bullshit wars we've been in, might've had something to do with that. I'm not even old enough to remember the last time the Cards were in a World Series, but I can't imagine the scene being this ugly. No, I think 9/11 and its resulting mess has brought the idea of flag waving in this country to a whole scary new level.
And really, besides the obvious aesthetic implications, it wouldn't be that much of an issue, except, being black and all, you can't help but feel a little bit paranoid about that shit. I'm not saying that it's justified or not, but anytime that you've got basically everybody but you walking around in the same colored shirt, it has a tendency to set off that little Emmett Till mechanism in your brain. In order to at least somewhat blend in with the crowd, I've basically been pretending to give a shit about the Cards for the past month or so. Whenever one of these old crackas would come into the Asshole talking about how upset he was that the Cardinals lost, I'd be like, "Yeah man, that's a damn shame!"
SIDE NOTE: Not to sound like KRS-One or anything, but I don't think most jigs were as pissed as white people were after 9/11 either. We were just pretending to be. Don't hate on me, I'm just putting it out there like that. I know a lot of other people were thinking it too.
Which brings me to my final point (because I'm getting too drunk to type): Sports don't really have any actual meaning at all. The people who own the sports want you to think that they do so that you can spend all of your money on them, but they don't. You would think that this is so obvious that I wouldn't even have to mention it, but let me tell you: Tonight, I was unfortunate enough to be working the drive thru as the Cardinals were getting their asses kicked all the way through the post-game rush, and I've never seen so many grown motherfuckers with that "They just canceled Christmas" look on their faces since, again, 9/11. And while, on the one hand, it was rather amusing in a "I don't like these people anyway" sense, it was mostly just scary and sad.
At least it's over with for the time being.