Limbo Week. Or Month. The time between the Super Bowl and the date pitchers and catcher report for spring training. Although, the number of football games in a week has been dwindling since January, and spring training games don't start for a while yet.
And really, Football, I'm trying! But I just can't get totally into the NFL Combine. Watching muscular guys run a 40 yard dash in 4.4 seconds does motivate my interval training, but waiting to see if they can jump 11 feet or not? Not terribly exciting. Maybe if I knew these guys (I don't follow college football. I think you only do that if you have a team.) or knew who they would turn out to be, it might grab my attention. Even still. Where's the drama?
I can only imagine how difficult the reporters on NFL or MLB Networks have it. Asking pitcher how their arm felt after practice today or coaches who might get a franchise tag is all they've got.
Some people suffer from SAD - Seasonal Affective Disorder, and I say, "Which season? Football or baseball?" Sure there's basketball, but I never really got into that once the Dream Team retired and Allen Iverson packed his bags. Not much of a hockey fan either, especially with the season cut dramatically short from the strike. That leaves me in SWS - Sports Withdrawal Syndrome.
While I was at the gym the other day, I realized another reason for this depression. (And there my be more to it than what I made up.) Running on the treadmill at the gym, I had been used to watching the games on TV, or watching the analysis the next day. I never had to focus on my own performance. I was too busy judging someone else's. (As if I had the right!) I could tell you who messed up and why the game was lost. (In my own opinion, of course.)
Here we are on the off season, with the combine predictions the biggest news on NFL Network. Try as I might, I just can't get all that pumped up about it. With no other athletes to watch and analyze, I am down to one. Me. How is the speed on my runs? What resistance am I putting on the bike? I'll tell you. The runs could be a lot faster. And bike resistance could be higher. As a matter of fact, those guys I was criticizing last week on the gridiron could do much better.
I'm realizing how average (or even below average) I am athletically. When I am watching TV, I am ignoring my performance. With the TV off, I have no choice.
So the moral of this story is that you might want to take in consideration what time of year it is when your favorite sports fan is grumpy. Be gentle with us because we are sometimes too hard on ourselves.
T.C. Slonaker, Eagles fan
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