We’ll conclude “The Search For My Home Team” Saga in next Sunday’s exam results from the Divisional Round. For now let’s breakdown the first part of your Sportsbook 102 Final, with the results from this Wildcard Weekend.
To this day, my brother loves to make fun of me for having chosen my favorite team based on a helmet logo, when I started rooting for the Buffalo Bills in 1989. We also had an extremely heated debate during one Christmas where he felt my Eagles fandom credentials should be revoked because when asked who would I root for in a Bills versus Eagles Super Bowl, I said the Bills. That exchange happened during a drunken night out almost ten years ago and was close to coming to blows.
So, I guess you’re all wondering: “What the hell does any of this have to do with your favorite sports franchise, and where are we at this point with regards to that?”
Great question. Let’s get a breakdown of where we stand with the big four American sports up to the age of eleven, shall we?
I’ve spent the last few weeks debating with myself about how in depth I would be willing to go with regards to the level of bullying I experienced in school once we arrived in Pennsylvania. Even as I type this now, I’m doing my best to muster the courage to put what is the crown jewel of my social embarrassment completely out in the digital open like I’ve decided to now do. But I feel I have to do this in order to explain why I was pin-pointed in front of my entire class on that humiliating matchmaker day at recess as someone unworthy of being loved.
I’m keeping this week’s Rundown and Sundays short and sweet. The search for my home team will continue in next weeks Rundown.
I hope you all are picking up some valuable lesson with the 2nd Half action so far. Just because I haven’t been breaking down every matchup with 2nd Half analysis, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be keeping your own tabs on things.
Once the search concludes, then we’ll get back to the numbers, and you won’t have to listen to my lost fandom soul sob story anymore. I do hope you’ve enjoyed the struggle, though. It’s been liberating to put my personal growth as a sports fan and individual completely out in the open like this. Very therapeutic. For someone that can’t afford therapy, this has helped me make sense of a lot about myself, and I thank you for listening.
Now, let’s get to this week’s action. Bottomline, if you don’t have a star on your helmet logo this week, then I’m not takin’ your side.
[“The Way I Are”(feat. Keri Hilson & D.O.E) begins to crowd hysteria]
FIRST! DEMANDING TO BE INTRODUCED AS A TEAM! THE STARTING DEFENSE FOR THE 2016 6 SEED WILDCARD SWAMI SQUAAAAAAD!!!!!!
THE NEEEEEEW ENGLAAAAAAD PA-TRIOTS!!!!!!
By the time we arrived in Washington Crossing, Pennsylvania, I had accepted the fact that being the geographical equivalent of an army brat was my life now. This was the fifth house and fourth time I had to start over in a mere five years, and I was sick of it.
It made me slightly numb to the challenge of having to fit in, to the point that I just didn’t care anymore, because whether I would be accepted or not in this new “home”, we would eventually be on the move somewhere else. So, what was the point? If this move didn’t go well, it wouldn’t matter much, since I’d be doing it all again in a year or two anyway.
It was a beautiful day in Louisiana on the last day of that rocky 4th grade year. I had found a home. School was fun again. I had great friends, with construction site battle scars we’d be laughing about, in countless reunions we’d share over a lifetime of memories. Redi-med was announcing a grand opening of a new location, and calling it the Jared & Ryan Law Emergency Center. Not really. But they probably could of with the bills we paid.
The Wishbook wasn’t simply my source for toys and sports apparel, but it was also where I found what I needed for the interior design of my bedroom.
The NFL section had bedsheets, pillow cases, and curtains to match. Although, being that my heart hadn’t settled in a stable environment as of yet over the last four years, I didn’t pick a bedroom theme geared to one franchise. I was technically a free agent, so I picked them all.
When it came to my favorite piece of mail that was delivered annually to our various homes over the years during my childhood, the Sears Wishbook won by a landslide. In fact, it was probably the only thing the mailman ever brought that I actually cared about.
It had it all. Star Wars action figures and action sets. G.I. Joe. Transformers. Everything a kid could ask for. I remember the G.I. Joe Aircraft Carrier was the Holy Grail of toys, which we never did find under the tree on any Christmas morning. But I think its legend as the pinnacle of action sets only lives so strong in my mind to this day, because it was so unattainable. I never even heard of a kid that actually owned it. It was truly the stuff of legend.