In which we reach the point in the NFL season where we can acknowledge that many/most of these teams are not fun to watch, and probably not having much fun themselves. And then push on, and make predictions anyway.
We'd buy scalped standing-room tickets, move as close to the field as possible, and yell "Yankees suck" or "Jeter, you suck," etc., while wearing our "Yankees Suck" t-shirts. Just screaming and screaming.
The 1977 TV movie Murder At The World Series offers none of the excitement of the World Series, and barely any murder. But it does offer notably more Intense Bruce Boxleitner acting and Houston Astros than any Fall Classic in recent memory.
The New York Knicks stage-managed their team's media rollout as best they could, and with all the paranoid passion the organization brings to its engagements with the media. Nevertheless, plenty of humanity still seeped into the proceedings—because these were the Knicks, and because that's just the way it works.
Acting out, getting left behind and winding up too big for Little League is no way to go through life. A personal history from the rugged baseball diamonds of Billings, Montana, haunted by the baddest of the Bad News Bears.
The Cardinals are a very good baseball team, and their fans are very good fans. No one really argues with all that, but -- with the Cardinals back in the World Series and the Best Fans In Baseball back in the spotlight -- no one seems to like it much, either. What's so worth hating, here?
Yes, it's frustrating when NBA players insist on acting like reasonable people and sign the richest possible deals as free agents, context be damned. But there is a time and place for taking a discount. These particular examples are not at all examples of that, but still.
At it's best, it's ike following a real-time, real-life Friday Night Lights, right down to the appreciation of the mundane, the athletic struggles, the triumphs, irrational fans, obnoxious competitors and loving marriages.