This week’s new Dustinland comic is about sports fandom. It’s pretty long and wordy — I haven’t done one this long in a while, mostly because no one has an attention span anymore, unless it’s for a video. But that’s another rant. We’re here to talk sports.
Now, I am posting this comic on Sunday, which is maybe not the best time, but it is right after the Mets lost two games to the Braves, and this is my way of processing that. Maybe they’ll win tonight and then I can feel at least slightly better tomorrow. Fingers crossed!
Posted in New York, sports
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This week’s new Dustinland comic is about sports and our obsession with using them as a way to measure societal worth. I’m sure there are books written about this, probably saying sports are a substitute for ancient wars games, they’re in our DNA, we’re like orangutans tussling for dominance within our jungle groups… and maybe that’s all true. But either way, it’s an interesting topic, especially in the way that even when you’re aware of how silly this can be, you still fall for it.
Also, Noam Chomsky. Also, Tom Wolfe hated Noam Chomsky.
Posted in parenthood, sports
Tagged children, dad, dad life, dadhood, dads, father, fatherhood, fathers, kids, little league, manliness, parenthood, parenting, parents, raising children, raising kids, respect, sports
Man, as I said in this week’s Dustinland, I really thought the Mets had it this year. After a shitty first half they had such an amazing second half, ended on a bright note, then had a killer first two rounds of the postseason. Things were so magical — how did KC just stop us dead in our tracks?! I guess they had their own magic that beat ours. Kind of like a game of Magic The Gathering except not.
Man, losing all the time SUCKS. What a downer. I’m so tired of expecting to lose. I don’t know how Cubs fans deal with it. Or how Boston did. I guess that’s what made Boston’s first World Series in a zillion years so fulfilling. But I mean, I really don’t want to wait decades. I think since 1986 is more than enough. Especially in a town like NYC where there’s another team—one that wins every other year and spends twice what the Mets does, since they’re not bankrupt and we are. Damnit. I could go on all night but it’s too late. Stupid sports.