Thursday, September 18, 2008

Punched in the Gut

When I left the house to go on a family walk this evening, the Brewers were up by 3 with two outs in the bottom of the ninth. Clearly they were on their way to a very important win and maybe back into this playoff race. When I got in the car after our walk at the park, I heard the final score on the radio: Cubs win 7-6 in 12 innings. The blood instantly ran out of my head and I've felt sick to my stomach ever since. It's hard not to see this as a sign that things just aren't meant to be for the Crew this year.

Sports are crazy, though. And if the Cubs can score 4 runs in the ninth with two outs, the Brewers can reel off 9 wins in a row. I'll cling to that as long as I can.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Monday, September 15, 2008

Happiness is the Absence of Misery

The UW football team won an important game on the road at Fresno St. on Saturday and the Packers won on the road at Detroit yesterday. These wins should make me happy. As a (perhaps overly) passionate fan of both teams, I should take great pleasure in their success.

But all I can think about today (apart, of course, from Aristotle's Ethics, on which I just lectured) is the ongoing collapse of my beloved Brewers who got swept in a crucial four game series in Philadelphia over the weekend. The pleasure I took in the football victories is completely outweighed by the agony of the losses. Failure dominates my horizon far more than success, even when neither the failure nor the success are mine.

Maybe this isn't so strange. After all, when someone is beating you over the head with a hammer, it's tough to enjoy the sunset or the beautiful music playing in the background. Nevertheless, I shudder to think what this kind of outlook says about me and what fun a psychiatrist would have deconstructing my experience. All I know is that the Brewers play the Cubs tomorrow and I'm longing for some relief from my current misery.