One thing that, at times, annoys me about myself is my ability to microfocus - I can pick a topic and harp on it until it's unbearable. And I don't know if you've noticed, but I have a rather obsessive personality. I must focus on something; anything. This year, I chose to focus on baseball. This seemed natural for a couple of reasons: Sabrmetician bullshit and Red Sox bullshit.
The Red Sox bullshit started in 2011, of course. That evil fucking year when the Red Sox were flying high and there was no conception of a September collapse where the Red Sox wouldn't make the playoffs. Whoops. Even though Game 162 of 2011 was played in the regular season, it should hold the same rank in the compendium of Red Sox heartbreak as Game 6 of the 1986 World Series, or Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS. Afterwards, the Red Sox fired Tito Francona, hired Bobby Valentine, lost stalwarts Jason Varitek and Tim Wakefield, and as the 2012 campaign progressed the Red Sox became easy to hate. MARLON MOTHERFUCKING BYRD, need I say more?
Additionally, the end of the 2012 season played into the rise of the douchebag Sabrmetcians due to the MVP WAR (I use this phrase with my tongue firmly in my cheek) over Miguel Cabrera and Mike Trout. Miggy won the hardware, but the Sabrmetcians say Mike Trout is the true MVP. Despite the majority of MLB players saying that Miguel Cabrera really did deserve the MVP award, Sabrmetcians went as far as claiming that science was on their side in declaring Mike Trout the true MVP. What a bunch of douchebags - who would take themselves so seriously over a game?
By the end of 2012, my reaction to all of this became one long, sustained verbal cockpunch. I was just in that fucking mood.
Thus began my cycle of microfocusing on the 2013 Red Sox season. At the beginning of this season, I started taking the Red Sox very seriously - too seriously. Watching every game, scrutinizing every play, eyefucking every pitch like it had double-d breasts. Being a total dick.
Lately, I've exited out of my microfocusing cycle. Instead of watching every game, I'd listen to Sox on the radio instead and do other things - cooking, reading, drinking, picking out which one of my followers will be the next to receive a big green cockpic, etc.
Passively listening to Sox games reminds me that the national past time exists for passing time. Baseball isn't simplistic like football, where games aren't played often thus allowing all of the 'roided up concussions, brutality, and tiny prick chest beating to be digested over the course of a lazy Sunday. Baseball isn't meant to be focused on 100% of the time - indeed, every team plays 162 games and it's impossible for anyone to focus on all of them - it's there to allow you to focus on something else while cheering for your team. This fact makes me feel guilty, since I've made quite a few posts this season that have been disparaging to some Red Sox players when, truth be told, this 2013 team has grown on me. (Yes, even Salty.) And isn't that the point? Isn't that what they were supposed to do?
I had less fun observing baseball when I've visually observed it; watching every game. Conversely, I've had more fun listening to the Sox while doing other things. I'm finding baseball again, and I love it.
Taking in baseball differently doesn't mean I'll have less to say about the sport. It doesn't mean that won't freak out over the playoffs and want to watch every game, either - I mean, let's be normal here. It's the fucking playoffs. I don't think the opinions I've expressed in the past are wrong, either. But this isn't Bobby Valentine's or MARLON MOTHERFUCKING BYRD's Red Sox team anymore. Time to for me to focus more trash talk on the opponents.