No, this isn’t one of those articles. I’m not going to tell you that all sports are dead to me, and that I’ll be getting plenty of other things done between 1 and 4 p.m. on Sunday afternoons this fall. (By the way, how lazy are you during the week?)
This is a joyful piece. You see, I went to bed Monday night extremely happy with the knowledge that the Pittsburgh Pirates, who were playing their home opener against the Milwaukee Brewers at PNC Park, were enjoying a 5-1 lead as they headed to the top of the eighth inning.
It was a great scene in Pittsburgh; yes sir, the piped-in crowd noise went frantic as third baseman Colin Moran smacked two home runs and center fielder Jarrod Dyson provided some insurance with a big hit in the bottom of the seventh inning.
Baseball was back! Sports were back! The Battlin’ Bucs were about to improve to 2-2. In a season that will only be 60 games due to the Coronavirus pandemic, it’s anyone’s ballgame as to who will make the playoffs. Every win is precious. Every victory is a step toward Buctober.
And then I woke up Tuesday morning. The Pirates had actually lost in extra innings. I was crestfallen, and for all the reasons I mentioned in the previous paragraph. There are only 60 games in this shortened season. Every win is precious. Each heartbreaking loss makes it less likely that there will be any Bucs playing in October.
Tuesday evening, I went to bed angry. Why? The Pirates 2-0 lead over Milwaukee had quickly vanished by the seventh inning and became a 6-2 deficit. “This bullpen blows,” I texted my brother. “They need to get Keone Kela back. Sure, he’s a huge tool, but at least he can pitch!”
I was in a stable state of mind, which is always healthy when you decide to turn in for the evening.
I woke up Wednesday morning totally shocked to discover that the Pirates had managed to overcome their horrible bullpen and defeated the Brewers, 8-6.
Ah, sports, always a roller coaster of emotions. It’s nice to have you back, my friend.
And before I bore you with all this Bucco talk, I even noticed on Sunday that I was extremely angry over some Twitter thread about Mike Tomlin and how he was the most overrated coach over the past decade. I joined in on the argument. It went on for a while. Even though I didn’t change anyone’s mind about Mike Tomlin’s competency as head coach of the Pittsburgh Steelers, or vice versa (imagine that in a sports debate), it was rather refreshing to tangle with an angry person over sports instead of tangling with an angry person over all of that other stuff.
It wasn’t just that, either. Other sports-related takes have made me angry over the past few days.
Is JuJu Smith-Schuster’s desire to further his brand really going to distract him and/or the Steelers and keep them from winning a Super Bowl this year? How about Zach Banner’s social media presence? Shouldn’t he just keep his mouth shut and concentrate on winning that right tackle job?
What about the backup quarterback situation? You mean to tell me the Steelers really are heading into training camp without a proven veteran to backup Ben Roethlisberger in 2020? What if he gets hurt again?
You see, this is why Tomlin only won with Bill Cowher’s players.
Ah, I never thought I’d be so happy to be so angry over that tired old statement.
It’s nice to have sports to be angry about, once again. It sure beats being angry over all of that other stuff.