There are times when I am not sure I am in sync with Tennyson’s “Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”, at least to the extent one applies it to rooting for a sports team.
For most of my life I either was a fan of a really lousy baseball team or had no team at all to support, having grown up in or just outside of Washington DC. While painful, it was sort of a calm, comforting painful. Low intensity, though at the time I did not recognize it as such at the time.
However, this has now all changed. Over the last three years, the Nationals twice had the best record in the National League (once the best in baseball) sandwiched around a season where they were favored, and failed, to do that still a third time. In the two years they made the playoffs, they lost in the 5th game of the initial five-game playoff series, after leading 6-0, a game I attended in 2012, and lost in four, last night, by giving up one run on a bases-loaded walk and another on a wild pitch. At least this year, the loss was out-of-town and I merely watched it on TV in tense agony until it ended after midnight.
By the way am I the only person who seems to wake-up around the same time no matter when I go to sleep?