Full Disclosure: I have little interest in just about all professional sports with the exception of the NHL. Even with hockey, I found this year's "Compressed Season Stanley Cup Playoffs" a laughable non-event that meant nothing. On the other hand, I do, and did, take an active interest in this past year's "Stripers Abusing Dom Files" and only logged a record low 6 head ducks when a striper tail-slapped a lure back at me...
That being said
@george can you sympathize with this???
Drew Kanevsky, a Jets season-ticket holder since 2002, misses the familiar game day rhythms when the team is at home: putting on his trusty No. 74 Nick Mangold jersey, tailgating at Lot K1 at MetLife Stadium, explaining nuances to his 10-year-old son, Anthony, that the television feed doesn’t show.
But in this fraught N.F.L. season in which fans have mostly been barred from stadiums because of public health concerns, Kanevsky finds himself pining for a cherished bygone ritual: booing his favorite team.
“More than you can understand,” said Kanevsky, 42, of Belleville, N.J. “Because I have no way to release my venom.”
The void Kanevsky feels is yet another consequence of a pandemic that has muted so many joyous occasions —
buzzer-beating shots and
game-winning field goals drilled in empty venues;
the Stanley Cup awarded in Edmonton, Alberta, to a team from Tampa, Fla., that beat a team from Dallas — but also deprived the sporting world of a critical side of fandom: the collective venting.
We will see.
