Root

A question asked on Facebook:  how many teams do you root for?

I jokingly replied ‘two per sport; IT folks always have a backup.’  By default one of those teams is a local one.

Let’s do a tally.

Baseball:
Giants
Mets

Football:
Broncos
49ers

Hockey:
Sharks
Flyers

Basketball (kinda sorta):
Knicks
Warriors Lakers Bulls Raptors Cavaliers Michael Jordan
(admittedly, I used to root for basketball players, not teams)

Soccer
Tottenham Hotspur

Teams I have a passing interest in (mostly soccer):
Real Madrid (Zidane and Beckham were on the squad when I started following soccer)
San Jose Earthquakes (local team)
Seattle Sounders (mostly for their XBox 360 jerseys)

That makes 8 plus 3, so eleven teams that I root for.  And except for the two MLS teams, I have jerseys from the other 9 teams.


In a nutshell

This was the most emotionally draining day for me, as a football fan, with the two teams that I follow playing, but not against each other.

Throughout the day I wore my Montana jersey, cheering the 49ers on with my family, and only my cousin’s girlfriend and I didn’t panic when the Saints took the lead twice in the final minutes of the game.  I’m sure my brother Rob felt the same way we did, that allowing them to score with 4 minutes left was plenty of time for the 49ers to come back, and again with less than 2 minutes, the Niners would again come back to win it.

This had to be one of the greatest 49er games I had ever watched.

Then came the Broncos game.

From the first scoring drive by the Patriots I could tell that this wasn’t going to be the same as last week’s game against the Steelers.  When it was 21-7 I knew that there would be no Tebow Time miracle, and that the Broncos team from weeks 15-17 was back.  I couldn’t look away, even when I got home from my aunts’ place.

I went from an emotional high to an emotional low in the span of about an hour.

Anyways, at least one of my teams will be in a championship game next week.  So much for the Super Bowl XXIV rematch that I was hoping for.


Post-9/11/11 Post

While I stayed away from practically all specials and documentaries on the 10th anniversary of 9/11/01, I really didn’t mind the little snippets that I got to see throughout the day via sporting events.

That’s because they didn’t focus on the tragedy of the day, they focused on the heroism of the day.  First responders, police, firefighters, emergency medical services, they were the ones being saluted today, from one coast to the other and around the world.

I watched a moment of silence prior to an English Premier League soccer match, longer than any I’d ever seen.  I missed the ceremony before the Dodgers-Giants game, but only because I was watching the one before the Seahawks-49ers game, and I even heard the F-16 fly by near my neighborhood.

And then I watched the pregame ceremony and features before tonight’s Cubs-Mets game, where they brought back members of the 2001 Mets team, and showed a story of a family that was profoundly affected by the loss of the husband/father on 9/11, and how Mike Piazza’s homer 10 days later helped start the healing process for them all.  After the story, there was Mike Piazza, in tears before he was about to be interviewed, and here I was crying along with him.

It was great to see some ex-Mets being interviewed during the game, and the images of how the 5 boroughs of New York City are still thriving, 10 years later, and of course the men and women of the armed forces and first responders, enjoying the game.  I do agree with some folks online that these people need to be saluted, or at least acknowledged and thanked, on the other 364 days of the year that they work.

Of course, the Mets game went into extra innings, which seems to happen whenever I watch a Mets game on ESPN.  And I watched them lose in 11 innings, 10-6, because, as so many point out, I’m a fan.  Loyal to the end.  Plus, too lazy to check if anything else was on.

Anyways, I regret taking a short nap earlier during the Mets game, because now I feel wide awake.  Arrgh.

One last time for the day: Never Forget.