During this pandemic most of us a have learned a lot of things, some interesting, some not so interesting. Early on I realized that life could go on without sports. I did miss the NCAA’s March Madness, but I soon realized that life went on without the Sweet Sixteen or the Final Four.
For as long as I can remember, I always went directly to the sport’s section on the newspaper. It didn’t matter whether I had just picked it up from my driveway or just accessed it online. . . . the sport’s page was always first. When I was working, sometimes I would not have time in the morning to read the other parts of the paper, but if knew the score of yesterday’s game and who got the big hit or who scored the winning touchdown, I was happy.
When the virus hit our nation, sports, in general, hit the skids for me. Was there Spring training this year? Actually, I don’t know, and surprisingly, life went on. Was there a pro-football draft? Not a clue, and believe it or not, life went on. I assume that neither the NBA or the NHL had their respective playoffs, but if they did, I missed it, and life went on.
A few years back when the NFL started with the kneeling shenanigans, I stopped watching the NFL. What I learned from that experience was there were a lot better ways to spend my Sundays. I’m pretty sure that the NFL did not miss me, and I didn’t miss the NFL, and life went on.
These days the NBA is in a bubble somewhere, and I understand that they are playing games. I used to love to watch the NBA playoffs. Many years ago I would never miss a Bulls playoff game. Are the Bulls in the bubble? Are the Bulls still in Chicago? I do not know, and I do not care. Whether they are or they aren’t, my life goes on.
Now that “protests” have made their way into just about all sports, I no longer feel guilty that I haven’t watched ESPN in months. Is there still an ESPN? . . . I do not know, and I do not care.
The other day I heard that some of the fan-less MLB night games were “protest-cancelled”, and then played the following day as part of a double-header. Shucks! It doesn’t matter to me whether I miss a night game or miss a double-header the next day . . . my life still goes on.
I have heard the rumor that there are no sports in heaven. If that is true, and if I make it there, I will not have much adapting to do even though life will no longer be still going on.