Here are my usual laymanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s thoughts on football. As always, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll offer the disclaimer that IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m hardly an authority on the sport.
I went with some friends to a New York City barbecue joint on Sunday to watch the Dolphins-Jets game. When the final seconds ticked off the clock, I high-fived and celebrated with two fellow Dolphins fans, because even though the game was one of the worst in recorded history and our teamÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s probably not going anywhere, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d still rather see your team win than lose.
And, frankly, none of us have any love lost for the Jets, though donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get me wrong, that head coach of theirs is a real peach.
At that moment, some young socialite resplendent in a pink button-down shirt got up with his family to leave the restaurant. As he walked by us, he turned and spat out, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re not going to make the playoffs, anyway.Ã¢â‚¬Â Obviously, he was a scorned Jets fan.
We got a good laugh out of this Ã¢â‚¬â€œ I mean, a pink button-down shirt? Ã¢â‚¬â€œ but a little later, I started to wonder: When exactly do we lose our ability to forget the big picture and simply love our teams?