I was accused, yesterday, of being a fair-weather fan because I complained that I was giving up on last night’s game and heading off to bed. I surprised by the accusation. No one with whom I work would ever consider me a fair-weather fan, but since I couldn’t sleep last night, I gave the matter some thought.
I gave up on the game in frustration. I think this is a natural emotion, the more so when you care about something that is completely out of your control. You can only shout at your TV so many times (the results are the same, regardless). Frustration, to me, is an emotion that shows you care. If the poor showing by Yankees pitching didn’t frustrate me, I’d see it as a sign that it was something I just didn’t care much about. But I love baseball and I have been a lifelong Yankees fan, despite nearly everyone around me hating the team. There is nothing wrong with frustration.
I also complained that I didn’t have the energy for tonight’s game and my accuser took exception to that. What kind of fan am I if I don’t support my team, whole hog into the wee hours of the night? I suppose, under those circumstances, I am a fair-weather fan. I’ve found as I have gotten older that it is more difficult for me to stay up late, and these games often go past midnight on the East Coast. This difficulty, however, has nothing to do with being a fan of the team. I have difficulty staying up to midnight on any night. Even so, I claimed I didn’t have the energy to watch tonight’s game, and in part, I think I meant I didn’t have the heart to watch it. This goes hand-in-hand with frustration, I think.
But there are other, more practical reasons why I won’t be watching tonight’s game. Wednesday night’s are my writer’s group nights and at the moment, writing takes a priority over baseball. If that makes me a fair-weather fan, then so be it. I can live with that. The bottom line is that fan though I am, baseball doesn’t always come first.