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Nick, you break my heart!!! Coldplay should be honored to have you as much more than a fan, but a devoted patriot and believer (no pun intended and i mean that )

My friend is a Dolphins fan

 

 

He had quick, painless losses...not two years of dragged out, dagger-in-the-heart killers

 

 

 

Football is not worth it

As I've been telling everyone all along - American football sucks!!:P

As I've been telling everyone all along - American football sucks!!:P

Even Mark cannot find a pun in this tragedy

yes it does, american commerical football sucks , (and i appreciate it) bruce said that he would lilke coldplay should play the next superbowl but i would be too embarrased for them to do it.. we are not worthy of them

 

edit - its not like i am saying bruce is good enough an coldplay isnt, its just different, and i guees you cant realy know what i am saying unless you are from jersey and your husband and father are die hard football fans and you are addicted to coldplay ( that would be me not my dad and hubby)

Why I like football:

 

1. It's an entertaining game. Spectacular athletes making spectacular plays.

 

2. It's a chance for me every Sunday to sit down with friends and enjoy a game and the company of each other.

 

3. I don't have that many things in common with my father. We don't ever really talk about "serious" stuff. But we always talk sports.

 

4. It makes good rivalries with friends, and its fun to play football.

 

5. Yeah it sucks when your team loses. But I find the feelings are so temporary, especially since you as a fan have absolutely no control over what happens. Wearing a certain jersey or picking a certain team doesn't affect the score one bit.

Wearing a certain jersey or picking a certain team doesn't affect the score one bit.

 

True - but the steroids sure do!!:P

True - but the steroids sure do!!:P

FAIL

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FAIL

 

Yup. That's why it totally fails as a sport!!:smug:

 

In fact, you could say NFL = National FAIL League!!

First of all, people get worked up on any little thing. Not just sports teams, but musicial acts, TV shows, movies, you name it. It's just how some things are.

 

Sports reflect that struggle in life where one wins and one loses. Some make it while others don't. People see that struggle in sports. Yes, some sport fans get worked up on their team winning and losing, but the same can be said about fans getting worked up when their favorite artist wins or loses that big award. Granted, some folks get too worked up but those are the ones who probably need to get a life. LOL!!

 

The thing is...if you like a team then you should always stay with them. You should not switch your loyality. You should always stick with the team through thick and thin. When one switches loyalities then they are not really a fan. If one can not accept the victories or defeats then they are not really fans.

Heck, my team has been through so many defeats before they won their first SB but I never wavered from my team. It's just a part of life.

 

I don't hate the sport but I am not a big fan of it either. It's just a game that reflects the eternal struggle in life. Actually, all games reflect that struggle.

First of all, people get worked up on any little thing. Not just sports teams, but musicial acts, TV shows, movies, you name it. It's just how some things are.

 

I totally agree. It's very sad indeed.;)

 

Sports reflect that struggle in life where one wins and one loses. Some make it while others don't. People see that struggle in sports. Yes, some sport fans get worked up on their team winning and losing, but the same can be said about fans getting worked up when their favorite artist wins or loses that big award. Granted, some folks get too worked up but those are the ones who probably need to get a life. LOL!!

 

Definitely. It's a waste of energy.:dozey:

 

The thing is...if you like a team then you should always stay with them. You should not switch your loyality. You should always stick with the team through thick and thin. When one switches loyalities then they are not really a fan. If one can not accept the victories or defeats then they are not really fans.

Heck, my team has been through so many defeats before they won their first SB but I never wavered from my team. It's just a part of life.

 

I don't hate the sport but I am not a big fan of it either. It's just a game that reflects the eternal struggle in life. Actually, all games reflect that struggle.

 

Even WWE? Now that really sucks. Plus the fans of that get all worked up over something that is completely rigged from start to finish! Talk about losers!!:stunned:

It's strange to me that people have allegiances to sports teams. I can understand liking individual athletes but other than that, it's totally foreign.

 

And American football in general is utterly boring. It's the pro version of "red light green light" because they're always stopping you from playing for longer than 30 seconds. Of course, it's not really a game of endurance.

It's strange to me that people have allegiances to sports teams. I can understand liking individual athletes but other than that, it's totally foreign.

 

And American football in general is utterly boring. It's the pro version of "red light green light" because they're always stopping you from playing for longer than 30 seconds. Of course, it's not really a game of endurance.

 

I couldn't agree more. Far too much "stopping and starting" and no flow whatsoever.

And all that fake razzmatazz makes me wanna hurl.:dozey:

I really like Football...Its not borin like Baseball....

Yup. That's why it totally fails as a sport!!:smug:

 

In fact, you could say NFL = National FAIL League!!

 

Jesus Christ, kids are supposed to look up to you?

As a kid, I used to play AYSO soccer every summer. several times throughout the season we would occasionally lose (as is to be expected). And while the other team celebrated joyously, we would walk back to our parents with our heads down and our cleats kicking the grass. On such occasions that I was truly upset, my mom, like many would try to calm me down with the famous phrase

"It's okay, It's only a game!"

 

Back then, and to this day, that phrase consistently irks me, particularly on such a occasions that my team loses in tragic fashion to an unworthy opponent. I object to the question for the following reason:

 

 

 

Growing up, we are taught that you can achieve virtually anything if you put your mind to it. Part of the lesson to be taken from sports or various other competitions is the correlation between the amount of time and effort you invest in something, and the amount of reward you reap. If you fail, then perhaps trying harder, or practicing longer will impact those results in the future. The blissful sensation you get when you succeed, when your team wins, and/or you conquer the previously insurmountable obstacle is the feeling that all athletes love, and can relate to. The "love of the game" is not just one's fascination with strategy, or admiring a good shot. For athletes and fan's alike, it's love/hate relationship, like that most commonly exhibited in golf.

From an outside, or often even an inside perspective, golf is a ridiculous and ironic sport. Spend enough time around the links and you'll inevitably see an extremely dedicated golfer marching around the course, in a constant fit of anger, swearing profusely after every stroke. But after the round, despite the painful sight you've just seen, the golfer is not the least bit dismayed. And he returns day after day, and shoots equally abysmal scores.

To the sound mind, this sort of activity is only comparable to Sisyphus rolling a rock up and down a hill. Why doesn't the golfer stop? Because everytime he's on the verge of submitting to that rational choice, the usually cruel game with submit to his frustration...His jagged, wobbly swings will find their mark. His irons find more greens, and his putts, more holes than he had ever imagined. So he chugs on day after day in search of recovering that magic.

All sports fans are familiar with some form of this love/hate relationship. Your team wins, your teams loses. The sports God gives, and he takes away.

 

Going all the back to my AYSO soccer days...to concede to my mom's idea that it is only a game, or that it doesn't really matter, would undermine all of the efforts I had invested in it. It doesn't make sense to be told to work hard towards a goal, but when things don't work out, be told that it was never that important in the first place. I know it is a mother's instinct to try to comfort and take grief away from her children losses, whilst praising their triumphs…but sometimes the comforter doesn't realize that to lessen the consequences of losing, in turn, lessens the rewards of winning.

 

It is our shortfalls, our disappointments, our tear-stained defeats that keep up trying harder as athletes, and keep us persistently allegiant as fans. Undoubtedly it is the nature of the sport, and not the prospekt of winning that drew us to the game in the first place. But it would defeat the object of the game to remain neutral in regard to the victor of an event....It is necessary to identify oneself with either of the opponents. And so within ourselves we stage a wager. Only instead of money(well, sometimes…), we invest our hearts and souls.

 

We find as fans that it is never enough to flip a coin and root for a team. No, we need a relationship, an understanding of that team or athlete that allows us hoist it up above every other team, as one would a brother over a stranger. The more we watch, and the more time we spend on our team, the closer we feel towards them, regardless of their successes (although we care more and more about the result).

 

Just how much of ourselves we have invested in a particular player or franchise determines the cost and reward of their winning or losing. Greedy and irrational beings as we are, we don't realize how high we've placed the stakes until our team is at its best. The closer to the championship we are, the more there is to lose. No one who loses the super bowl, feels satisfied with a 2nd place ribbon. It’s often feels much worse than if they had never made the playoffs at all.

 

In times of such heartbreak, there are a couple options laid out for us. We could get up from the poker table, and cut the string tying us to our beloved athlete, franchise. But by leaving the team, we are also leaving the part of ourselves, our lives, that we have given the franchise over the past several years. The countless games, the joys, the sorrows all tossed away together.

Or, the “true-fan” response is to endure, and count the many blessings your team has given you in the past. to remember that there is much more to a relationship with your team than the hope that they’ll win the super-bowl this year. A team gives you so much more than that, game after game. And to be grateful that we get to care as much as we do. For it is better to love and lose, than to never have been a fan at all. And finally to acknowledge that we must take always take the bad with the good, and that it is these very times that will make future triumphs that much sweeter.

 

After watching the Titan’s lose by one measly yard in the Super Bowl against the Rams, and after enduring their nightmarish loss to the Ravens a month ago, I mourned, and I looked for distractions to making coping easier… But I also stood by the full heart-breaking reality of what had just occurred. As depressed as I may be for the time, I fully welcomed the consequences of my team' loss, for it is through the sting of defeat that victory has meaning. When I fall, I do not curse the sports God, but solemnly rejoice that I had such a high mountain to fall from. I much rather be soaring towards earth this high up in the atmosphere than be like those people staring up from below.For I am proud that I care enough about the Titan’s to be so affected by their failures.

And it is through suffering like that which Arizona fan’s went through tonight that will make their first Super Bowl victory that much more remarkable.

Jesus Christ, kids are supposed to look up to you?

 

Nope - and they definitely shouldn't be following your example.:smug:

As a kid, I used to play AYSO soccer every summer. several times throughout the season we would occasionally lose (as is to be expected). And while the other team celebrated joyously, we would walk back to our parents with our heads down and our cleats kicking the grass. On such occasions that I was truly upset, my mom, like many would try to calm me down with the famous phrase

"It's okay, It's only a game!"

 

Back then, and to this day, that phrase consistently irks me, particularly on such a occasions that my team loses in tragic fashion to an unworthy opponent. I object to the question for the following reason:

 

 

 

Growing up, we are taught that you can achieve virtually anything if you put your mind to it. Part of the lesson to be taken from sports or various other competitions is the correlation between the amount of time and effort you invest in something, and the amount of reward you reap. If you fail, then perhaps trying harder, or practicing longer will impact those results in the future. The blissful sensation you get when you succeed, when your team wins, and/or you conquer the previously insurmountable obstacle is the feeling that all athletes love, and can relate to. The "love of the game" is not just one's fascination with strategy, or admiring a good shot. For athletes and fan's alike, it's love/hate relationship, like that most commonly exhibited in golf.

From an outside, or often even an inside perspective, golf is a ridiculous and ironic sport. Spend enough time around the links and you'll inevitably see an extremely dedicated golfer marching around the course, in a constant fit of anger, swearing profusely after every stroke. But after the round, despite the painful sight you've just seen, the golfer is not the least bit dismayed. And he returns day after day, and shoots equally abysmal scores.

To the sound mind, this sort of activity is only comparable to Sisyphus rolling a rock up and down a hill. Why doesn't the golfer stop? Because everytime he's on the verge of submitting to that rational choice, the usually cruel game with submit to his frustration...His jagged, wobbly swings will find their mark. His irons find more greens, and his putts, more holes than he had ever imagined. So he chugs on day after day in search of recovering that magic.

All sports fans are familiar with some form of this love/hate relationship. Your team wins, your teams loses. The sports God gives, and he takes away.

 

Going all the back to my AYSO soccer days...to concede to my mom's idea that it is only a game, or that it doesn't really matter, would undermine all of the efforts I had invested in it. It doesn't make sense to be told to work hard towards a goal, but when things don't work out, be told that it was never that important in the first place. I know it is a mother's instinct to try to comfort and take grief away from her children losses, whilst praising their triumphs…but sometimes the comforter doesn't realize that to lessen the consequences of losing, in turn, lessens the rewards of winning.

 

It is our shortfalls, our disappointments, our tear-stained defeats that keep up trying harder as athletes, and keep us persistently allegiant as fans. Undoubtedly it is the nature of the sport, and not the prospekt of winning that drew us to the game in the first place. But it would defeat the object of the game to remain neutral in regard to the victor of an event....It is necessary to identify oneself with either of the opponents. And so within ourselves we stage a wager. Only instead of money(well, sometimes…), we invest our hearts and souls.

 

We find as fans that it is never enough to flip a coin and root for a team. No, we need a relationship, an understanding of that team or athlete that allows us hoist it up above every other team, as one would a brother over a stranger. The more we watch, and the more time we spend on our team, the closer we feel towards them, regardless of their successes (although we care more and more about the result).

 

Just how much of ourselves we have invested in a particular player or franchise determines the cost and reward of their winning or losing. Greedy and irrational beings as we are, we don't realize how high we've placed the stakes until our team is at its best. The closer to the championship we are, the more there is to lose. No one who loses the super bowl, feels satisfied with a 2nd place ribbon. It’s often feels much worse than if they had never made the playoffs at all.

 

In times of such heartbreak, there are a couple options laid out for us. We could get up from the poker table, and cut the string tying us to our beloved athlete, franchise. But by leaving the team, we are also leaving the part of ourselves, our lives, that we have given the franchise over the past several years. The countless games, the joys, the sorrows all tossed away together.

Or, the “true-fan” response is to endure, and count the many blessings your team has given you in the past. to remember that there is much more to a relationship with your team than the hope that they’ll win the super-bowl this year. A team gives you so much more than that, game after game. And to be grateful that we get to care as much as we do. For it is better to love and lose, than to never have been a fan at all. And finally to acknowledge that we must take always take the bad with the good, and that it is these very times that will make future triumphs that much sweeter.

 

After watching the Titan’s lose by one measly yard in the Super Bowl against the Rams, and after enduring their nightmarish loss to the Ravens a month ago, I mourned, and I looked for distractions to making coping easier… But I also stood by the full heart-breaking reality of what had just occurred. As depressed as I may be for the time, I fully welcomed the consequences of my team' loss, for it is through the sting of defeat that victory has meaning. When I fall, I do not curse the sports God, but solemnly rejoice that I had such a high mountain to fall from. I much rather be soaring towards earth this high up in the atmosphere than be like those people staring up from below.For I am proud that I care enough about the Titan’s to be so affected by their failures.

And it is through suffering like that which Arizona fan’s went through tonight that will make their first Super Bowl victory that much more remarkable.

 

However, in the grand sheme of things, it's totally meaningless.;)

Well, so is 99% of pretty much everything we do. We can't all be monks and civil rights activists. And in any case I see sports as a few steps above your common T.V. program or movie. There's a beauty about sports that shares traces of art. Is it so different from listening to music?, or observing a painting?

Well, so is 99% of pretty much everything we do. We can't all be monks and civil rights activists. And in any case I see sports as a few steps above your common T.V. program or movie. There's a beauty about sports that shares traces of art. Is it so different from listening to music?, or observing a painting?

 

What I mean is, it's nothing to get obsessed and worked up about. When their team loses, some people act as if someone in their family has died or something.

That's just completely ludicrous.

By all means enjoy watching a game, but when it's over, don't dwell on it, as it's completely unimportant in the grand scheme of things.:dozey:

I agree, a lot of people go way overboard. But when it comes to the super-bowl, getting worked up is part of the fun. It's about screaming at the top of your lungs when the miraculous happens, and being that invested in each play. If you lose, you'll get over it eventually. But if you win (especially if it's close), it's the most joyous time of the year!

It's strange to me that people have allegiances to sports teams. I can understand liking individual athletes but other than that, it's totally foreign.

 

And American football in general is utterly boring. It's the pro version of "red light green light" because they're always stopping you from playing for longer than 30 seconds. Of course, it's not really a game of endurance.

 

 

Not a game of endurance? Are you kidding me? The players train very hard so they can play full out for the whole game. If you slow down on even one play the opposition is going to take advantage of you and you'll get burned almost every time. Getting hit almost everytime you throw the ball, getting hit almost everytime you catch the ball, getting hit everytime you run with the ball......that takes endurance to withstand that for a whole season.

I agree, a lot of people go way overboard. But when it comes to the super-bowl, getting worked up is part of the fun. It's about screaming at the top of your lungs when the miraculous happens, and being that invested in each play. If you lose, you'll get over it eventually. But if you win (especially if it's close), it's the most joyous time of the year!

 

:dozey:

 

That should actually be something you do, not watch.