This is pretty much where I’m at. I find myself more engaged with American Football than other sports, but more than that, it’s literally the one thing my dad and I can bond over beyond a surface level. He’s a super conservative, ex-military, hegemonic masculinity-touting boomer and I’m a sociology major who’s active on the Waypoint forums – him and I don’t have a lot of overlap. And yet of all things, the little bit of crossover we do have is cheering for our team when they manage to make the Packers look bad.
The NFL is a garbage organization – even compared to similarly garbage organizations like MLB and FIFA – and I’m extremely aware of its myriad faults, yet watching NFL games is more than just something fun to occupy my time with. Like, if it was just that I’d probably have given up on hoping the Lions don’t disappoint me again a while ago. But when it serves as a means to have something resembling a normal relationship with someone I’ve never had that with, and probably never will otherwise, then yeah, I’m still going to watch this season.