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I never understood sports fans until walking around Key West with my Navy buddy who wore a hat for the Browns. Random dudes kept cracking jokes at and/or with him the whole day. Still ain't enough to get me into the cult, but I get the appeal now.
Sometimes I think I should spend a few minutes each day reading the sports headlines, just so I know what’s going on enough to banter with people about the latest goings-on.
But, ain’t got time or energy for all that.
Did you see that ludicrous display last night?
What was Wenger thinking, sending Walcott on that early?
Thing about Arsenal, they always try and walk it in.
As a dude who’s sometimes socially awkward and struggles to connect with men, becoming invested in football seemed like a serious cheat code to me tbh. Sit with random strangers at a bar? They’re wearing something that makes their club affiliation obvious, or they spot yours? You’re there talking how is the season going, is their keeper recovered, when will your striker score again? And maybe throw some well-meant insults while saying cheers.
As a guy who is socially awkward with other men, the longer I'm around them, the more difficult it is for me to conceal how very different I am from them.