I’ve always sort of wondered the obsession and deep emotional connection some people have with sports.
The best I can come up with is its part tribalism, but more so I think it’s experiencing vicarious success. If you put in the emotional work to follow your team, especially with a displaced loyalty during losing seasons, their successes are your successes by proxy, but it also distances you from their failures.
Success irl is hard to come by and this is a chance to feel success without actually working very hard towards it, other than the emotional investment
Idk does anyone have any other thoughts why some people get so attached to their team?
i’m a huge sports fan so i’ve thought a lot about this and imo it comes down to alienation. being a fan of a team gives you a “we” to be part of that i (and probably a lot of other people) don’t have and desperately need
For me it’s the same as watching a ballet, but without the predetermined outcome of narrative theatre/dance. In the process of this, I need a protagonist I relate to. The easiest emotional connection I’m going to form is to my hometown teams given my mnemonic and experiential connection to it, especially having lived prior to the genera death of monocultural and regional identity in the US.
In the case of my alma mater and college sports, I tend to relate it as imagine your local sporting club association football team, but attach it to an entity that plays a gigantic part in educating you, housing you for your first time alone (in a walkable community no less), feeding you, facilitating your first experiences as a young adult away from home, setting up your professional network and several adult friendships — and in my case — hooks up your first big-boy job, licenses and the high pay that follows. So yeah, I’ll buy the sweatshirt and hoot like a doofus for my alma maters’ bottom-wrung Big Ten and PAC 12 teams every January and March. Hell, I’ll wear the free suits they gave me every quarter while I’m at it.
educating you, housing you for your first time alone (in a walkable community no less), feeding you, facilitating your first experiences as a young adult away from home, setting up your professional network and several adult friendships — and in my case — hooks up your first big-boy job, licenses and the high pay
I never got a single one of those things in my life, so sports can eat my ass
I’ve always sort of wondered the obsession and deep emotional connection some people have with sports.
The best I can come up with is its part tribalism, but more so I think it’s experiencing vicarious success. If you put in the emotional work to follow your team, especially with a displaced loyalty during losing seasons, their successes are your successes by proxy, but it also distances you from their failures.
Success irl is hard to come by and this is a chance to feel success without actually working very hard towards it, other than the emotional investment
Idk does anyone have any other thoughts why some people get so attached to their team?
There’s a ritual and tradition component to it as well; you inherit the fandom of your family etc
i’m a huge sports fan so i’ve thought a lot about this and imo it comes down to alienation. being a fan of a team gives you a “we” to be part of that i (and probably a lot of other people) don’t have and desperately need
Death to America
For me it’s the same as watching a ballet, but without the predetermined outcome of narrative theatre/dance. In the process of this, I need a protagonist I relate to. The easiest emotional connection I’m going to form is to my hometown teams given my mnemonic and experiential connection to it, especially having lived prior to the genera death of monocultural and regional identity in the US.
In the case of my alma mater and college sports, I tend to relate it as imagine your local sporting club association football team, but attach it to an entity that plays a gigantic part in educating you, housing you for your first time alone (in a walkable community no less), feeding you, facilitating your first experiences as a young adult away from home, setting up your professional network and several adult friendships — and in my case — hooks up your first big-boy job, licenses and the high pay that follows. So yeah, I’ll buy the sweatshirt and hoot like a doofus for my alma maters’ bottom-wrung Big Ten and PAC 12 teams every January and March. Hell, I’ll wear the free suits they gave me every quarter while I’m at it.
I never got a single one of those things in my life, so sports can eat my ass
It’s the closest thing we have in the U.S. to native religion.