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Is this a classy post? Answer honestly in 500 words or more.
As I see it, “class” is an often overrated concept misused by people with an over-inflated measure of self-worth. They see the world as is and think they are above it by making it a point to point out that they are the wheat above the chaff when in reality they are the chaff itself.
We live in a world where countless people live beyond their means so as to represent themselves as part of a better class than they should be. This insecurity causes much pain and anguish to people and families alike; this constant need to impress everyone by pretending you’re better than them. Sadly, there are some in this world who advocate and celebrate this behavior because people just cannot be comfortable being who they are. These people are perfectly content to put up facades to be able to thumb their nose at the common denominator, unaware that the people they thumb their nose at secretly pity the thumber for not being able to extract even a quantum of joy from their own existence and have nothing if they do not have an expressed, misguided scorn towards the people they deem beneath them.
As it applies to sports, the concept of classiness is misguided. We celebrate players with massive character flaws ranging from, but not limited to, adultery, illicit drug use, alcoholism, violence of all sorts, including murder. In that sense, we have opened Pandora’s Box in a manner of speaking much in the same way that the creation of guns have caused everyone into a panic that they must own a gun in order to defend against a gun. When we celebrate flawed humans for their athletic talents we accept that to be representatives of those athletes in the “fan” sense, we must not create this false dichotomy where the fan must behave on a level above the athlete.
To err is human. To appreciate is human. To act in a manner expressing joy is human. Even schadenfreude at the misfortune of fans of your opposition is human. Such is the nature of competition, is it not? In order to win, there must be a loser. Real life is not youth soccer or tee ball where there is no score kept and the name of the game is to make everyone feel like a winner. 32 teams play in the NFL. 31 of them will have their season end on a negative note. There is only one champion. And when you represent that champion you represent them as the reality of fandom would demand you represent them: With endless hubris and elation, as anything less than that is evidence of a tragic inability to appreciate what many others would give enormous amounts to feel.
Look at Chicago for the last century. Look at Boston for 90 years before 2003. You cannot take these things for granted as there may not be another chance in your lifetime to appreciate the elation associated with victory. What you call quiet dignity, I call impotent fandom. What you call class, I call a charade. I apologize for nothing. And I weep for you.
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