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Donovan: Remember Sports?

| Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Remember Sports?

Well, this is them now.

And for once I feel I can speak on them with authority.

Hell, I was there when Remember Sports was just Sports, full stop.

Raised a Scene writer, I’m inclined to use this space to deride a forced comparison between Sports — that is, the Sports we all love and cherish — with a certain talented but forgettable synth-pop duo. But, alas, this is not a Scene article, so I’ll keep my focus narrow, stick to the genre: We’re here to talk about Sports, after all.

Given current circumstances, it’s easy for those of us longtime Sports fans to get bummed out. We prided ourselves on going time and time again to see Sports live, alongside legions of fellow Sports fans. But now, since we can’t get together in large groups without putting others at risk, our cherished venue gatherings have been put on hold.

What else is there to do but Remember Sports?

We can look back on the halcyon days when we, the real sports fans, had nowhere to be but present when Saturday mornings came, and we, sun-choked with friends at our side, could enjoy 20-minute increments of fast, furious and physical poetry without a worry in the world.

I recall one team member, in particular, who always stood out to me. Even after we both moved on, he to more professional aspirations and me to different interests, I could point to him and say, “I liked you best.”

But those days are behind us now. If you want to put all of something in perspective, you have to realize that the past is the past. Progress reigns.

Sports fans in the age of coronavirus meet this reality begrudgingly. Some feel stunted without their beloved entertainers to comfort them on lazy afternoons. For these folks, the days only get harder.

Others return tragedy’s insults with a flimsy response, held in shape by mammoth swaths of hot air: “I’m getting on in spite of you.” They aren’t though. They’ve merely supplemented their typical, quite nutritious media diet, with an inadvisable dosage of reality TV. Not ideal.

It’s important though that we don’t lose ourselves in the highly-addictive, heavily doctored slow buzz improperly labeled, “reality television.” Sports? Real. The Kardashians? Garbage.

It’s our duty, as Sports fans, to pull through.

I know nothing’s coming out at the moment, nothing to save you from the tight spaces and the isolation.

I know you’re fed up with your siblings, your parents even, infringing upon your much-needed moments of respite with some version of “you can have alone time when you’re dead.”

I know making it right seems near impossible at the moment.

But, there’s no going back. It is what it is.

I have some suggestions.

Spend some time on YouTube, where you’re sure to find snippets (and maybe even full recordings) of those times when your Philadelphia favorites had fanatics on their feet.

Check out a podcast or two. Hear about how your beloved group‘s past triumphs and failures might have some bearing on where they’re going.

Talk about Sports more. Even though you can’t watch or listen for something exciting as you’d once did, you can still create a commentary, carry on a conversation, make connections based on dramatic moments past.

You can even play some Sports yourself — maybe with your family. While some might prefer to spend time with Sports alone, isolation demands we find new and constructive ways to enjoy ourselves together.

Don’t just sit around moaning, “Where are you?” Whiney, emotionally unhinged, nonsense helps no one.

Remember Sports.

It’ll keep your mind off the GDP (zoinks).

The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.

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