I was introduced to football in my early teens by the football-crazed family down the street. Their children were much younger than I, and the parents, of course, much older, but Sunday afternoons would always find me at their house learning football. The Green Bay Packers was their team, and while they didn’t festoon their bodies or their house with Packers merch, game day was a bit of a holy time.
I’ve had a love/hate relationship with football ever since. It’s violent, people get hurt, sometimes seriously, and some fans take the game-type violence out personally into their after-game lives. I don’t like any of that.
But I do love being a fan.
There is such a thing as watching too much football. I limit myself to the Oregon Ducks and the Seattle Seahawks. I dress in the appropriate colors on game day. I celebrate a win and mourn a loss. But really, it’s just a game. Television entertainment. Perfect time for knitting. Am I a hockey fan? Basketball fan? Baseball fan? No, no, and no. I don’t know the rules in hockey, I can’t knit and watch basketball, and baseball is too slow for me. Plus, I don’t have the time for more than one sport. I celebrate football season.
I love the little tailgate group we have in our neighbor’s big-screen television “stadium”. I love that Alaska Airlines will give priority boarding to passengers wearing Seahawks gear on game day.
And when my team loses? It doesn’t really matter. Every season is a new team, especially in college ball. There will always be another game, another season, another quarterback, another coach. But fandom endures.
It’s a tribe. And I think we’re tribal creatures. We should be very careful about which tribes we join, which groups we identify with. But this is not the case with sports.
The other day I was talking with a friend (the fan of a rival organization — another fun thing) and asked if his girlfriend was a fan. He said that she didn’t know how to pick the right team. My answer: There is no right team. There is just the team you pick.
We pick teams all the time in life. We are loyal to our family, our country, our state, our city, our political party… You know what I’m talking about. But life doesn’t usually give us enough opportunities, or the right kind of opportunities to publicly express our loyalties the way being a sports fan does.
So light up your life a little bit. Pick a team. Dive in. It’s fun. And maybe I’ll see you at a Seahawks game in your #3 jersey.
It’s good to be a fan.