Once upon a time the big city next to the small city in which I live wanted to host her own football team. A big push in the media got enough of the do-re-mi together to fund the construction of a nearly perfect stadium and a team of players was assembled according to the rules. The team got a name, the Panthers. They played a fine first season and we were happy.
The following seasons came and went and as they went so went the fortunes of the Panthers. We began to lose more and then more games so that I joined a growing number of tv football watchers that said it is painful to see those high-priced dudes fumble and tumble, an excercise they can perform easily for much less money in any local excercise club.
As of this writing they lost all five opening games of the 2010/11 season and I am sad for them, for us, and for our reputation. All I can do is wishing them for the rest of the season to straighten up and fly right, to show us what a multi-million dollar salary per individual will truly purchase and deliver on the playing field so it becomes again fun to watch the games.
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Good words, Opa! Here's to hoping that the Panthers turn it around sometime this decade.
ReplyDeleteOpa, part of the drama of following sports is that we are often called to lifelong mourning over the performance of our teams. We develop a deep comradeship with the other people who are lamenting alongside us. The failure to conquer becomes part of our collective psyche. So enjoy the failure. It is what almost every team must endure at some point every season, and many for long stretches at a time.
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