My father is the same way. So stressed. I’m not sure that he actually enjoys watching the games. (So, I get it, Craic.)
I live for the thrill of the unknown; it’s what makes sports so exciting. Win or lose, I love every minute of my Steelers games.
And, where my father goes from “even-keeled to angry” my emotional range is the opposite; I go from “even-keeled to joyous”. It’s not that I don’t expect the Steelers to win (I actually expect them to win every game); it’s just that I take bad plays (and bad games) in stride. I don’t know why; it’s the way I go about the rest of my life, as well... Like, if I were to step in dog poop, I’d see the positive as being: “I know I’ll take care of it and not track it into the house... whereas, if someone else had stepped in it, they might not have been so careful in cleaning it up.”
15 years ago, a Steelers fan on a long-gone site used to refer to me as “puppies & rainbows.” I still email him every week, and at some point, he will make a reference to my outlook on life.
#epitomeofoptimist
#glassishalffull
#justhappyforhavingaglassatall