A bit of a silly conversation started on Ta-Nehisi Coates's blog the other day when he mentioned the fact that he's a Dallas Cowboys fan.
I commented, asking for an explanation, and, today, he responded, sparking a beauty of a comment thread.
After trying to imagine growing up without lovable home teams and reading TNC's explanation, I respect his love for the Cowboys. I don't like it. But I'm ok with it. I think it's real, and I think real love for a team is something to celebrate.
Which reminds me of something one of my cousins said as we wandered around the ballpark before going in for Game 4 of the World Series.
Everyone was wearing red and chanting and singing for the Phils, and one of us noted the fact that it couldn't possibly be like it was in Philly in Tampa Bay. Fans were probably way into it, but some of those fans were Phils fans, and that makes for a totally different dynamic. There's tension there. Home vs. Away. Red vs. Blue.
In Philly there wasn't tension. We were all Home, all Red, all Good Guys. No Bad Guys would have come close to that pregame party.
And then came the observation.
We shouldn't be celebrating our exclusivity. We should love the fact that there's no anger in the pregame crowd, but we should welcome Tampa Bay fans. We should be excited to have rival fans in the house. We should party together before the game. We should make fun of each other during the game. And we should party together again after the game.
We should be able to celebrate our losses as wins for other fans.
And that's a pretty powerful thought. Mature. Idealistic. Symbolic of way more than professional sports. And powerful.
Not an easy one to put into practice, however. Certainly not in Philadelphia. And certainly not when it pertains to the Dallas Cowboys. But worth keeping in mind regardless.
I decided to use Seesmic to make this post because I think the screaming-induced rasp in my voice lends it legitimacy.
Dear Boston Red Sox Fans...With love from Philadelphia and the Phils fans.