My apologies for another “un-Jakob” blog entry, but I’ve got some neat stuff planned for the rest of the year that should make up for it. I won’t ruin any surprises now, though, so just bear with me for now.
By now you probably already know that I am a pretty big sports fan. I have my teams that I love and I have my teams that I hate (looking at you, Pittsburgh Steelers). September is an interesting time of the year. Baseball season (the regular season, at least) ends mercifully for some teams and heartbreakingly for others. Simultaneously, the NFL begins its new season, and with it comes new hope for success.
The way I see it, my sports fandom mirrors my life: heartbreaks, near-misses, and a continued hope for success. Other than the Chicago Bulls’ run in the 1990s, my sports teams have not fared particularly well. The Cubs continue to tease every few seasons, only to choke in the postseason. The Senators made it to the Stanley Cup Finals only to squander their opportunity, and my most beloved team of all, the Seattle Seahawks, had an impressive run in the middle of the last decade, only to fall just short in Super Bowl XL, a loss that haunts me to this day.
With all those failures, some would suggest I join a fan base like the Yankees or the Lakers, one with a greater chance of happiness. That’s not how I live my life. I believe in fighting fair, in not taking the easy way out, and in doing your best with hope that it will all turn out well in the end. A lot of times, I’ve fallen short, but I keep going. I still believe that one day I’ll stand atop the mountain. I also believe that the Cubs and Seahawks will have their day atop their respective mountains as well. Call me crazy, but hope springs eternal.
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