The Bandwagon is My Favorite Mode of Transportation
Posted on October 19th, 2008
So, I’m a bandwagoner. Stamp it on my forehead, I don’t care. It’s the American way!
When I was in seventh grade, the Buccaneers were dominating football, and I began to care about a game that I had never watched in my entire life. I was so wrapped up in the success of my local football team, all I cared about getting for Christmas was a Bucs jersey. I watched games and pretended to know what was going on, all so I could cluelessly go along with my classmate’s discussions of games the following morning.
When they won the Superbowl, I was exstatic. Literally, if I could have painted a Bucs logo on my bedroom wall, I probably would have. And this is a game that to this day, I still know nothing about. And, most of the time, am perfectly content not caring about it, either.
And now with the Rays success, I find myself caring about baseball, previously my least favorite sport ever. I actually watch a game last night, and was thoroughly upset with the Rays lost. I genuinely hope they win the game tonight against the Red Sox, because that means they’ll be going on to the World Series. But what do I care, right? Aside from little league, I’ve never watched a game of baseball in my life.
But to me, it’s impossible not to cheer on “your” team when they do well. It’s all about the community coming together as one in victory. And all that other crap.
I don’t even know if I can still count on my fingers the number of teams and people I’ve cheered on while they were doing good, then completely didn’t care about the moment they were out of the spotlight. The Bucs, the Rays, the Lightening, my high school football team, Michael Phelps…
I think the reason people hop on the bandwagon is because when a sports team does good, people think of them as a representation of themselves. If you live in Boston, you don’t say “I hope the Red Sox tear it up tonight!” you say, “I hope we cream ‘em!” Suddenly, the whole city is playing the game. Everyone in the United States is Michael Phelps. The whole school is the football team. Fat, unemployed old men are wearing football jerseys and basking in the glory of “his” team. Nobody wants to live in the city with three professional sports teams that has never won anything - people want to be proud of their city, they want to share the success of the hard work the team has put in.
And, hey, what’s so wrong with that anyways?
Around here in Alabama the only teams that get any kind of recognition are the college teams. You should just see how crazy it gets when Alabama plays Auburn. We don’t have any professional teams.
Granted I don’t watch sports on tv even if we did, it’s still fun to watch all those that are crazy for the their teams.
Kristen, Hop on board, Me too!!
I have been meaning to ask you if you had been following the games. I even thought no she does not care about baseball. I missed the game last night. I got up this morning and had to check the score and highlights. Matt Garza is going to start the game I hope he can hold ‘em back. How about that B.J.Upton? He is a strong player that has proved to be a big asset for our team.
Bandwagon Jumper Mom
P.S. I have a Rays shirt you can borrow
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I actually almost wept when the Rays won.
Here Here! (After reading this, it made me say that out loud for some reason…lol)
This is all very true. Although, I hate watching Baseball, I love cheering for the Sox and Yankees. (I’m always torn they play against each other) When the Patriots and Giants were playing at the SuperBowl, I of course was rooting for the Patriots, but had no idea of the game. I can’t stand football. It’s all too boring, but some friends and co-workers were having a get together and I decided to go…always asking what happened in the end…lol.
So, you can me to that bandwagon!
PS: I uploaded some images for my post on “How to Decorate for Halloween on a Low Budget” if you’d like to check them out! =)
Last night I watched while at the gym. I had earphones on the treadmill. I got a little wrapped up in the game and yelled out and Caleb ran over from the Weights and said “Mom, we gotta go!” He was mortified.
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