Kat’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

There is just no way to spin any of the things that have happened to me as a sports fan this weekend. Specifically the last 16 hours. There are just weekends where no matter what you try to do to bring about good energy for your teams, everything just goes horribly wrong. Not a single thing to hang your hat on. Nothing that makes you say, “at least we have that!”

This was one of those weekends for me.

It has been one that has made me question every single life choice I have made when it comes to the teams I choose to support & the sports I follow. Whether or not I should even continue this blog because if we are being honest with each other, I’d rather shut this whole thing down than write about the complete and utter disappoint I am going through today.

Let us take a trip back to 10:59 pm on Saturday night, exactly one minute before the start of my least favorite race on the F1 calendar. The Las Vegas Grand Prix is the worst sporting event put on each year. It is a sponsorship showcase with about 90 minutes of racing each day. As my Dad stated earlier this weekend, it is the United States version of Monaco. A subpar borderline awful street track that costs ridiculous amounts of money to attend. Speaking of which, is probably why they were trying to dump off the rest of the tickets earlier this week. Never have I seen more posts about so many tickets being available to a race the week of. It’s poorly timed & wickedly bleh. If you want the full rant of why I strongly dislike the Las Vegas Grand Prix, let me know. I would happily provide that for you.

Back to 10:59 pm on Saturday night, the drivers are all lined up in their starting positions & I am giving myself a pep talk that maybe this race will make up for the weekend as a whole. At 11 pm lights out & away we went. & what does my most favorite driver and current World Championship leader do? Pull one of the most insane dives & goes wide at turn one. I was left completely gobsmacked. In that moment, I knew we were screwed. I spent the next 49 laps trying to figure out what the heck just happened & in the end, he fought back and secured solid points. I was able to go to sleep content & look forward to my Sunday morning.

Wrong.

I woke up to an accidental alarm that was set for 6:15 am & I looked at my phone & saw texts from my dear friend Leah that I should not look at social media. I immediately opened twitter. I was greeted by a bright papaya orange F1 graphic with my teams drivers plastered on it saying “Disqualified from Las Vegas Grand Prix” In that moment, I promised myself I will never ever voluntarily consume any content from that race ever again. Cursed. How. HOW ARE THE WORLD CONSTRUCTORS CHAMPIONS GETTING DISQUALIFIED WITH 3 RACES LEFT IN THE SEASON BECAUSE OF A TECHNICAL ISSUE. Honest to god you can’t make this up. The script writers are going OFF.

In my state of complete disbelief I manage to fall back asleep & awaken with a new hope. A new hope for my Tottenham Hotspurs to make North London Blue. Because that’s all a girl had.

11:29 am on Sunday: the feeling of hope that we are #soback has made itself very well known. I disregarded my Dads negative thoughts going into this game because after my weekend as an F1 fan, this was my next best shot.

Wrong.

I watched my team get consistently tore apart on defense & beat to the ball time & time again. For 90 minutes. At one point I genuinely had to change the channel & then turned it back on but muted. When I am frustrated at games, its normally what I do. I am doing it right now with the Jets vs Ravens.

I watched my team lose 4-1 with the player we were looking to sign in the off season scoring a hat trick for the other team. Absolutely gutted.

This leads me to now, watching my NFL team, the NY Jets, getting absolutely ran through by the Ravens offense. The fact they were my last hope in having a decent Sunday as a sports fan is abysmal. No one should ever be in this spot. Of depending on the Jets to actually do something positive for the greater good of my mental health going into this week. That’s actually a sentence an insane person would write while on a grippy sock vacation.

So, as I watch the Jets get tore apart for the next 45 minutes, I will be resetting. Honestly, that’s all you can do. When the sports higher powers knock you down, you complain for about 7 hours, get back up & come back 10x more delusional than when you started.

There is a another race this weekend & obviously more football of both kinds to be viewed. Will this weekend stop me in the slightest from being right back where I was at 10:59 pm Saturday night? Absolutely not.

We persist.

& if they decide to act up again, we will take the advice of a wise man/boy, we will buy these teams facilities & fill them with sand.

Hopefully you are all having a better sports day than me. Enjoy it. May you never have to go through what I am currently battling.

Have the most stupendous week & enjoy all the family time.

Talk soon.