My reasons for reading this book:
1) I am from Cleveland, a town that has nothing better to do than bemoan the state of their sports teams (or apparently have paroxysms of delight this year, because some people won something or other),
2) I lived in Quebec for my young adulthood, where sports aren’t heavily emphasized (yeah, there’s the Montreal Canadiens but compared to the US, fans are only mildly interested) and sports bars play things like curling on the television, even on big football nights,
3) I recently moved to Boston, a town that has literally no hobbies outside of sports,
4) I’m currently seeing a sports fanatic, and
5) I’ve always, always, always struggled to understand how sports fans get so connected to their teams and view their victories as like, a personal achievement. This has consistently bewildered me, and finally I couldn’t take it anymore. Enter this book.
The author mentions that this one time his team lost was the most emotionally complex moment of his life. Ever. Even the birth of his daughter “can’t hold a candle” to it. What the literal fuck. In my mind, that’s sheer, unadulterated insanity.
By far, my favourite part was the chapter devoted to what an abysmal fucking wasteland Cleveland, Ohio is, though I’m puzzled as to the point of the chapter in the greater context of the book. I have zero hometown pride and regularly cheer when my friends force me to a sports bar to watch some game and Cleveland loses.
Some gems that really capture the Mistake on the Lake: “a shitty, dying city”; “the most miserable city in the Midwest”; “the pain brings you back”; “waiting for next year is all there is”; “the incredible despairing tedium of Cleveland’s football/baseball/basketball tradition”; “the miserable winter weather and the lack of other options have led to the culture of fandom”; “you stay miserable; that’s the Cleveland story”; “in a town where jobs and people disappeared… the mere existence of the Cavs, Browns, and Indians seems like all that keeps Cleveland from slipping into darkness forever”; “‘this city blows’ ‘put that in the book.'"
When he asks Clevelanders if Cleveland is “different” they all said “Absolutely, there is a bitterness, a frustration with Cleveland that cannot be matched anywhere else.” Yep, that about sums it up.
I also learned that Stadium Mustard is a Cleveland-specific thing? It tastes like cat pee so I can’t say I’ve sought it out ever, but I just assumed it was an everywhere-thing. The more you learn.
Unfortunately, I don’t think this book quite made the goal it intended to (pun intended). Most of the substantive material could be found faster and more comprehensively with a few quick Google searches. The “expert interviews” he incorporates don’t seem to have much relevance (he interviews, for instance, a pro hockey player on what makes him a good hockey player. Point?). Most of the chapters, which each examine a particular possible source of sports fandom (e.g. hormones, neurons, etc.) end with “Evidence goes both ways so who knows! Let’s move on.”
So the problem is, I read this book trying to understand what makes sports fans, sports fans.
I still don't get it.