It seems that every year at about this time, this post gets written. It’s a strange sense of clockwork that is probably more emotional than physical, yet rings true nonetheless. We’ve officially reached that point in the summer where there’s simply no turning back: fall is right around the corner.
Now for the sports fan it means the same thing: football and hockey. As a sometimes-everything-mostly-hockey blog that’s very, very welcome news. I’m sure you’ve noticed the amount of content on the blog has seriously diminished over the summer months. It’s no secret that there’s much less going on in the sports world, but that our lives have sped up considerably over the last dozen or so months.
In fact, if there’s anything I’ve learned over this rainy summer it is that chaos takes up a lot of space. When things are out of place they lack a proper cohesion that makes, well, sense. That’s a pretty good definition of chaos, and in many ways I feel like that’s what I’ve dealt with this summer. Things out of place taking up far too much time, and in turn making the things I actually enjoy suffer.
Of course, one of those things has been posting here. Things have been less than smooth here since the Penguins lifted the Stanley Cup so long ago. However, there is good news on the horizon. As the seasons change and the Buffalo sports scene begins, order will come back to my life.
It may sound odd, but as a sports fan the rhythm of a season is a very important part of fandom. The routine involved with being a football or hockey fan gives that stretch of months an unmistakable pace. It’s a pace I still can’t achieve as a Red Sox fan so far away from ground zero, and one that takes years to cultivate.
For as much as we watch sports to be dazzled and entertained, I think part of the draw is the comfort in the routines our rooting interests create. Whether at home or at the stadium, on game days or off days, we have calibrated ourselves to function a certain way when there’s a game to be played. Left to our own devices, we read books and fall asleep in front of the computer wondering what the hell we’re going to write about.
If there’s anything I miss about the winter, it’s the schedule it keeps. Football at one, hockey at seven, baseball playoffs at eight. I in turn follow that schedule for most of my life, and that just makes sense to me. It might sound sad or desperate, but I need sports to create a structure for my life; a structure that suffers when there’s not much going on.
So as the days turn shorter and summer becomes fall, I look forward to getting back on track here. Once the football starts to count, reality seems to piece itself together for me.
Sad, maybe; but absolutely true.