Here are a few confessions from a dying sports fan (No, I’m not really dying, thanks for worrying, but my love of sports is):
I haven’t watched an entire NBA game all season.
I haven’t watched an entire NCAA College Basketball game all season.
I haven’t checked my fantasy basketball teams in two months.
I have no intention, desire or interest in fantasy baseball this year.
I’m really excited about the confession above.
I can’t seem to bring myself to care about sports since the Red Sox won the World Series.
Sports were better before ESPN became the World Wide Leader, the internet, and adulthood.
I don’t play sports video games.
Golf is terrible and I could give two shits about Tiger Woods’ greatness and Phil Mickelson’s propensity to choke.
Sports talk rots the brain. I really don’t understand how people can argue about sports with the same intensity as someone arguing about peace in the
Mel Kiper Jr. makes me gag.
I hate sports reporters and journalists who have become television celebrities. Journalists as celebrities have destroyed objective reporting.
ESPN’s lips get closer to athletes asses than jock straps. Not really a confession this just bothers me).
Pitchers and catchers, schmitchers and schmatchers.