I am the type of sports watcher who SCREAMS at the TV. This year, i thought that perhaps tweeting some of my gut-reactions to various plays, calls, and other happenings at game-time would be a healthful channel but it just seems to have ramped-up the heart-pumping, making them linger on a bit longer with the addition of REPLIES to my typed outbursts.
I really started following post-season baseball during the 2004 ALCS Red Sox vs. Yankees. Oh, how I was pulling for the Sox - and of course, they came back from a 3-0 deficit to beat NY and go on to win the World Series.
This year, my hero from that era - Johhny Damon - is now the enemy in a Yankee uniform. [sidebar here - is it me or has he aged significantly in 5 years? Maybe its the loss of his caveman/pirate look. He looks best hairy and scraggly, IMO]
My Philadelphia Eagles have had an uneven season, but today they stepped up and demolished the Giants - a game I would have LOVED to have seen. Sadly for me, it was not aired in the Chicago market, even though the FOX afiliate here merely played re-runs of syndicated cartoons/sitcoms instead of carrying it, likely because the Bears were playing on CBS. Radio is ok if, for example, you are in the car. But tuning in to internet streaming broadcast of a game...that just aint gonna do it for me.
Since the Blackhawks got hot last season, there is now much more game coverage - although this year I noticed that the camerawork when the games are covered by Comcast Sports has been AWFUL.
I was contemplating re-acquainting myself with basketball and try to watch some Bulls games but I think my circulatory and nervous systems may have had enough for a season...and the season(s) aint even half over yet for football and hockey!
Worst of all, my husband hates sports so I watch either alone or with my daughter, who enjoys it but usually falls asleep during night games.
I also dont like sports bars (not sure why but I despise the atmosphere) so on game day/night, I usually snuggle into the corner of my sofa and wait for the next big play before hurtling whoops and hollers at my unassuming 19-inch old-school TV.
