The Giant Irony of Sport

Los Angeles. A sports fan’s paradise. A sports fan’s wasteland. You can root for anyone. Or no one.

Your team does not matter.

It is a paradox that can only be understood if you live in L.A., and one that you embrace with equal parts fervor and sadness. You search for the one bar in town that has your game, and with a little luck, a few fellow fans who wear the same colors.

Your team does not matter.

Today, we all watch for the sake of history. The New England Patriots are one win away from becoming the first team in the NFL to go undefeated in a 16-game regular season. Only New York stands in their way.

Today, we must stand together against evil. We must accept our existence as a city without a team. We must swallow our pride, and rally for one of our own biggest rivals.

Today, we must become Giants fans. Your team does not matter.

5 thoughts on “The Giant Irony of Sport”

  1. funny but this post addresses LA’s fickle fan’s…they are only a fan when the home team is winning, otherwise we tivo and skim for highlights when we have a spare moment. My middle however knows how to be a fan…Packer kid all the way, just like my Dad for as long as he can remember. Good games or bad they are there.

    I’m with Julia, sorta. Hate is strong as it implies we loved them once. How about we root for NY because we don’t want a new record set instead?

  2. I’m a Bears fan, born and bred. (Although not as hardcore as this guy.)
    I don’t know if it’s that I hate the Patriots, or that I just hate smug Patriots fans. May they suffer the burning-hot defeat of a thousand scorching suns.

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