“It’s some kind of joke, I’m obsessively opposed to the typical.” – Lady Gaga, “The Fame”
Like Many of You, I Learned What “Stalwart” Means from the “CSU Fight Song”
Unlike many of you, I am not very much of a sports fan. In this competitive culture of ours, where such interests are expected especially from the male population, I do not rise to meet them. Yes, sports are fun to play (well… it depends on whether you’re playing with fun people or with people who think an Olympic gold medal is at stake), and it’s always a good time to go out to downtown Denver to see the Rockies play at Coors Field or the Broncos at Mile High, but half the fun lies in the going out, not in the event itself, for me at least. Unless someone reminds me, I don’t stop, sit, and watch a game, and I’m more outraged over The Exorcist losing Best Picture forty years ago than I am at any given team losing any given event, and I know I’m not the only one.
Still, go to as many Rams games as you can, whoever you are, whatever your interest is.
Men’s Basketball at Moby Arena, Saturday, October 25
I went by myself to the Regis game, meeting up with a group after Fall Clean-Up, with my face sunburned, my hands dirty, and my muscles aching. I have gone to many a football, basketball, and volleyball game, but always with friends, and with my social circle scattered across the off-campus landscape, many of us working or else overwhelmed by school, I have gone less this year. As I waited for my rendesvous to find me, I found myself with nothing else to do but watch the game, and it’s something I should do more often, regardless of if anyone can go with me or not.
There are few opportunities to feel close to an academic populace of twenty thousand, particularly at a university where each of us is pursuing different majors in separate colleges, but athletic ocassions are among those opportunities to bring us together in a place where every one of us belongs. Suddenly, school comes to mean something more than homework, studying, and exams. It becomes a community, and all of you are cheering together for a common sense of pride. Any preexisting notions of isolation, alienation, insecurity, and inferiority are buried alive under a uniformity of green and gold, and your heaviest responsibility is to support the players by screaming as loud and jumping as high as you can.
Whether they win or lose is irrelevant. The biggest loser at something like a basketball game is the one who acts the least like a loser. Have fun like no one is watching, because all eyes are on the court anyway.
Thank you for reading.
Paws up, and GO RAMS!