Last night I went through a grueling 90 minutes as I watched Liverpool eek out a 0-0 draw in Italy to progress to the semi-finals of the European Cup (essentially the biggest club competition in world football/soccer). The unique thing about this competition is the scoring. Each game is played over two legs, meaning that you play at home and away and it is the combined score that matters. In the event that the scores are tied after the two games, the tiebreaker is the team that scored the most goals away from home. And here in lies the beauty, for you see in the first game Liverpool won 2-1 at home. This meant that if Juventus won 1-0, Juventus would progress by virtue of that one goal they scored at Anfield.
Because of that rule, it meant that for as long as no team scored last night, Liverpool would go through but one Juve goal and we could have been on our way out of the competition. As a result, I can say that I spent the last 15 minutes of the game in complete fear, all the while attempting not to be sick, so nervous was I. But now Liverpool are in the semi finals for the 1st time in 20 years.
Which brings me nicely to "Fever Pitch". My buddy Steve-0 has written an good, no outstanding piece on this movie and I urge you all to check it out (link to his blog is on the right of the screen). Steve-o is about the only other guy that I have ever met that actually compares with me in terms of taking a sport seriously. We spend far too long MSNing each other debating the merits of Favre/Culpepper Liverpool/Great Evil etc. Indeed, if it wasn't for his refusal to decide between evil and Southampton, I would say that he was a truer sports fan than myself. Anyways, in his blog he discusses how the movie Fever Pitch presents someone with a sports obsession as actually being flawed in their personality.
Since the movie has as its subject matter the Red Sox World Series success and I spent 3 consecutive nights in October staying up till 5am to watch their series against the Yankees, it almost sounds like a direct shot at me. So is it fair?
I am well aware that my support of any team has no bearing on the result and it is extremely unlikely that I will ever meet anyone on any team that I support. So what is the point? One advantage that I can see is that I am a very calm person (taxi drivers not withstanding) away from the sportsfield. Sure when Favre throws his 4th pick against a Viking secondary ranked 29th?? (I think) in the NFL, I wish death on those around me but take me away from the sport and I can put up with most things. Would this be possible if I didn't take out all my anger on the field (either playing or watching)?
Really though I can't come up with any other rational reasons for me to love sport so much and yet I can't see my love changing. It all comes down to what I always say "You don't pick your sports team, your sports team picks you."
Perhaps, when I meet my Drew Barrymore the European Cup semi final will mean nothing but in the meantime as a sports fanatic perhaps Jennie Finch would be more appropriate. In the meantime, bring on Chelsea.