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My Christmas was boring. I worked Christmas Eve, and I laid around all day today. I have a small family, so I didn't miss much, but I will say I didn't care about it either way this year. I know that my passion for sports has declined as well. Sure, I still get teary eyed once in a while, but rarely do I care about losing anymore. Winning, sure, is still great. If the Bears lose in the playoffs, I don't think I'll miss a beat. This comes 4 years after I sat in my friend's basement and just cried for an hour after the Bears lost to the Colts. I literally just had tears rolling down my cheeks for a good hour. It crushed me. Up until I checked a few hours ago, I was unsure of when the Bears-Jets game started (which, a few years ago, I'd set my alarm and be glued to the tv for- - -this year, I'll wake up when I wake up, have it on in the background, and if the Bears lose, they lose, who cares).

Is it my age? I don't think so. I've always been very mature. When I was in grammar school it almost became a joke when the next family member or family friend would die because I missed so many days of school going to funerals. My Mom has had about 7 back surgeries, 2 knee replacements, and a ton of other stuff done, so growing up I had to do a lot of the chores, and help her with a lot of stuff. Most people have a great 21st birthday to speak of...memorable, or if they were lucky enough to have a DD, don't remember much, and foggy at best. Mine consisted of holding people, crying, as one of my best friends died at the age of 21 of terminal cancer 4 hours before my 21st. I don't say all this as a pity case, I say it because no matter what I've gone through, there's always been sports, always been humor, and always been music.

Humor has gotten me through a lot. I stick up for Simmons a lot because he brings the best of both worlds, sports and humor, he has the job I would want (very ecclectic in topics covered, but mostly a focus on sports and entertainment), and he's also a fan of Springsteen, which doesn't hurt haha. Out of the top 5 people alive I'd want to have dinner with, most of them focus on humor: Leary, Simmons, Howard Stern, Kevin Smith, Vince Vaughn. Humor seems different, because unlike music and sports, a passion for humor never goes away, perhaps because it's more organic.

I used to have a huge passion for music. I think the problem with music is the labels, and people selling out. Possibly it's the artists seemingly not caring as much as the fans. Same can DEFINITELY be said for sports. Perhaps it's nostalgia. Sure, some new artists that come out are really good, but most of it is garbage. Somewhere, a 12 year old is calling me an idiot. I get it, I was 12 once.

With sports, can it be because the Sox won a World Series and the Blackhawks won the Cup? Maybe not, because the Bulls won in the 90s, and my generation still at least had our parents and uncles tell us about the 85 Bears. Is it because maybe it doesn't matter where you were anymore? I do remember where I was when the White Sox won in 05, and I have a terrible memory. Same with the Hawks, albeit that was mere months ago. Plus, if I hadn't, nowadays I could always just go online, look up the clips online, watch the replay on basic cable, and catch one of the 8 sportscenters that aired that night and into the next morning.

Whatever it is, I am starting to wonder if there is a parallel with my real life, this lack of passion. Just figured I would share, and maybe even probe your minds a tad.

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  1. Docta's Avatar
    Kinda the same way with me. I've fallen asleep a number of times watching games. If my team loses, I won't bother watching the highlights anywhere. If my team's losing in a blowout, I'll change the channel, and won't bother looking back. I watched less than 20 Cubs games last year, while baseball used to be my favorite sport. I don't care much about regular season losses, but if someone loses in the playoffs, it's heartbreaking.

    With music, if I find a song that I like, I'll get tired of it after a few days or so. Used to have about 1400+ songs on my computer, and now I only have about 500+.
  2. Pruitt's Avatar
    It's part of growing up. Age gives perspective after all.

    I put a dent in some drywall when Elway completed "The Drive" and the next year when Byner fumbled on the two I had to be alone for a long time. Like many Torontonians, the last week of the 1984 baseball season was a prolonged nightmare that put me into a heavy funk for at least a month.

    When Norwood went wide right I was literally numb. But with each successive disappointment - and with each successive year - the pain became more and more shallow.

    I guess you also get used to big losses (and little ones!). Also, watching a game with your kids is a hell of a lot different than watching with a room full of guys or in a stadium. Also, as a Chicago sports fan, you've been to the top of the mountain. That makes bitter losses easier to deal with.