Twitter has finally broken my will - those of you who seldom post except to aggregate your tweets, I beg your forgiveness (and we're still friends, I swear!) but I'm going to "de-friend" you because I find the twitter thing too ... I don't know. I suppose if it were individually well-executed, there's nothing wrong with brevity. But it rarely if ever is. Mostly it's just the easiest possible way to relate something, which whether it's profound or simply chatty, is rendered trivial by the medium.
Today, the sports team that is owned by a multi-millionaire who happens to reside in the geographical region where I grew up triumphed over another sports team that is owned by a different multi-millionaire from a different geographical region. The sports team that happens to be logistically situated in my hometown, a place where I no longer live and to which I only ascribe the most simple, nostalgic loyalty, is a fine examplar of the very virtues from that town. The other sports team, on the other hand, are nefarious bastards that are not to be trusted due to their criminal habits, unsportsmanlike play, and general aura of pervasive badness because they are from a state wholly dissimilar to my own home state in both culture and climate.
The game itself was an upset - the other, nefarious team was highly favored despite a late-season meltdown. But the rivalry between both teams (and hence the cities for whom they play, even though all members of both teams are highly compensated and generally do not originate from their respective towns) is long and bitter. It was the sort of triumph that indicates that the sports team owned by the man in my town of origin is true to the virtues prized by my town, and that their triumph over the more high-flying, fancy team proves that the simple, humble virtues of hard work, heart, loyalty and determination are eventually invincible. What is more, the team that is owned by the multi-millionaire who happens to base his sports corporation in my home town where I no longer dwell now advances to the playoffs, and has a shot at the championship as a result of their victory. They will have to play many teams owned by multi-millionaires from other cities, but none so hated and reviled as this most-recently-defeated team, and therefore any victory after this one is simply a "bonus".
Thus, I bask in borrowed glory! The team that is owned by the multi-millionaire who happens to base his sports corporation in my home town where I no longer dwell has won! Hooray for he team that is owned by the multi-millionaire who happens to base his sports corporation in my home town where I no longer dwell! Boo to the sports team from another state with a dissimilar climate and culture that is an examplar of many flaws, the greatest of which is pride! Pride goeth before the fall!
(Yay Eagles! Boo Dallas!)