That happens. I'm much more invested in the NFL, as my fall and winter journal entries make clear, but I can follow other sports. I've given glancing attention to the NBA this season, especially the Blazers. I've followed the Blazers much more closely in the past, in the 90s era of Clyde Drexler, Buck Williams, Kevin Duckworth and the mid-90s move to the Rose Garden Arena. (By the way, my first impression of that arena in 1994 was that I saw it and thought of the crashed Starship Enterprise saucer section in Star Trek: Generations.) It helped that my dad's parents, still around at the time, were BIG Blazers fans, and my cousins Jeff and Cindy were developing fans, too, so the family watched plenty of games. I attended one, too. The Blazers broke my (and many many other Portlanders') hearts in the 2000 playoffs Game 7 fourth-quarter collapse, which people are STILL pissed about. They could've beat the Lakers! They just deflated! And later came the Era of Troubles (when the team earned a derisive nickname I'd rather not use), and I just cringed more and more at the Blazers. That was one of the factors in my not following basketball so much. But that I've come up with this verbiage this quickly shows that, at some level, I definitely still care about this stuff.
And I've been following people who REALLY care about this stuff: longer-term and more involved Blazers fans, who boggled at all the injuries this season and the Blazers' frequent ability to still perform with so much of the team hurt or flat-out out of commission. To get to the playoffs with that much on-court drama (even COACH McMILLAN got hurt) shows a lot of heart, to use a sports cliche. Many friends of mine, and a fair amount of my family (save my dad's parents, who are no longer with us), have kept following and supporting the team, and cringing, but cringing for better reasons than the embarrassing behavior the team was known for some years ago. No, it's because we all know what getting hurt feels like. We can sympathize.
See? Lot of drama, as sports can provide, in that controlled in-the-court (or, for football, baseball or soccer, in-the-field) way, and I *can* get into it.
I wasn't into it Tuesday night.
I'm more into it tonight.
Right now my TV's on to Game 3 of the Portland Blazers-Phoenix Suns (and it's a frustrating game, I can tell you), and my radio is on to the Portland Timbers minor-league soccer game happening at PGE Park, across the river from the Rose Garden. The Timbers are doing much better -- they're ahead, for one thing (3-0 against the St. Louis expansion minor-league soccer team) -- and the crowd is excited, both for the game and for the coming move-up to major league soccer, which happens next season. I know lots of Timbers fans. I'm starting to absorb their enthusiasm, too. And so I predict I'll be in the sports-watching mood more often this year. And next year. And probably next year...