Some things just feel like common sense to me. For instance, if you grow up in Cleveland and take any liking to football at all, you root for the Browns. In turn, your feelings towards the Pittsburgh Steelers should be negative, even if there’s a variable level of disinterest towards that professional football team in Western Pennsylvania. It’s probably unhealthy to reach dangerous levels of hate that make you want to vandalize cars, swear at children, or spit in the faces of anything or anyone that supports the black and yellow team. All that I expect, out of respect for your hometown, whether you still reside there or not, is that you would stop short of wishing them well; it’s a simple matter of civic pride.
Personally, when I sit down at the keyboard to publicly share my thoughts, I have to step outside of myself a little bit, maintain a cooler head for the sake of credibility. I honestly don’t know if it’s a matter of Superman pretending to be Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne pretending to be Batman; whatever character in me exists outside of cyberspace is the one that irrationally abhors the Pittsburgh Steelers on every level. I see every supporter of such an evil empire, some good friends among them, as the enemy. Now, I do stop short of being criminally insane about it, limiting my disgust to a disapproving nod or roll of the eyes, and maybe a playful Facebook post that is almost always perceived by its target audience as malicious and hateful. In reality, malice and hate don’t exist for me with something as ultimately trivial as sports; they are just the Roadrunner to my Wile E Coyote.