You BruWin some; you BruLose some.
I am experiencing a very new phenomenon in my life. A while ago, I wrote about how I somehow like a sport now and that was weird. Now I’m sad about a thing that happened in that sport and it’s even weirder.
It’s hard for me to decide whether it is overall a good thing for me, and humankind generally, to have something [admittedly kind of arbitrary] to root for.
The only thing I have to compare it to is being the fan of a musician, but in the case of musicians my support comes from the fact that their art has an effect on me. I admire it because I find it to be somehow exceptional. It speaks to me. But when it comes to the Bruins, I don’t love them because they’re exceptional or they’re the best team. They’re the best team because I love them.
And of course, my favorite musicians are rarely (if ever) competing. Which means they don’t ever lose. I’m always psyched about them as long as they keep putting out music and it keeps being awesome music and such.
With the Bruins, this is not always the case. Like tonight.
Despite my sadness, though, I must say I’m proud of my Bruins. (Yes, they’re mine now. I feel I have experienced a broad enough spectrum of Bruin emotions to claim this as true.) Sure their hopes for the Cup have been dashed this year, but I still love ‘em. Even though I still don’t really know why.
All-in-all, the tl;dr version is that tonight’s loss has brought a new perspective to my newfound likage of a sport. And I think I like it even more now.
Still really weird.