FOR a second straight week my level of playoff game give-a-damn is totally in the shitter. At this point if NASA beats my grandmother in the Super Bowl, I wouldn’t even shrug over it. I have almost no clue about what’s going on in the playoffs this year. It was sort of this way last year, but not quite as bad. And I don’t like the trend or what this seems to be stemming from.
If your team barely misses the playoffs, you can be mad at your team for that game or two that they dropped. If they get put out of the playoffs early, you get to root against whoever beat you. If they get far in the playoffs you have a new villain to hate forever for “robbing” you. You’re emotionally invested in the outcome of that year’s playoffs.
When your team doesn’t play or win a playoff game in a couple years, you feel that absence. You feel that sense of unfinished business. “We’ll get ’em next year” is something you believe. However, when the drought reaches a decade or so of playoff irrelevance, the games lack the emotional kick they’re meant to have.
I think I’ve gone numb to this point of the year. It used to be in January I would be hoarse from blowing my voice out with 1.5 million of my closest friends, after we cheered on our team and our city to the ultimate finish line. Now I sound great and I can’t fucking stand it.
This needs to get fixed, because genetically I’m supposed to give a damn about the playoffs. If this keeps happening something is going to get backed up and I’ll end up with a condition of some sort. I’ll be that guy who when the season ends, walks around muttering and flipping everyone off. It’ll spread to you and soon Jerry Lewis will do telethons to raise money for our condition.
We can’t go out like that fellow Eagles fan. We need to get this fixed, but in the meantime fuck these here playoffs.