Photo Chris Breikss
“Marx was wrong: The opiate of the masses isn’t religion, but spectator sports.”
– David P. Barash
I don’t own any jerseys. I have a Jays cap, but it’s black on black, and from a bit of a distance looks like a simple black hat.
Sometimes I struggle with fandom. I love sports, and I cheer as hard as the next person for the teams I support. Sometimes though, I’m a bit bothered by us all putting on the same clothes, marching to arenas, and yelling at grown men and women as they play children’s games.
I understand the allure. I love the allure. Inside though, I know that what we’re all experiencing is some form of tribalism. Strength in numbers, enemies vanquished, more wooly mammoths killed, etc.
Give up your identity for three hours and revel in the collective joy, shame or anger of the thousands of people that you might not share a meal with, but you’ll happily share the experiences of a sporting event.