The Game

I find it strange that exactly one year ago Barack Obama was chosen as our country's newest president, and as of right now (or rather, ten or so minutes ago), the Yankees have just won the World Series. These two aren't comparable at all, but the echoes in the quad are incredibly similar. The girls that screech at the top of their lungs, the mass amounts of voices that are screaming out from different quads, the stomping from three or so floors above. As my roommate Lauren said, "They're screaming more about the Yankees winning than the president winning."

I'm not sure that it's weirder that it has been so long since the day last year when chills literally ran up and down my spine from the news or that I'm pretty sure people screamed for a good twenty minutes before Lauren shut the window tonight.

Are these two events in any way comparable Can you honestly say that the Yankees winning the game is as important as someone winning the top seat in politics? I'm not answering because, honestly, I can't tell you. In my media ethics class, we have been debating (quite rigorously might I add) this very issue. The argument itself has been more so directed towards the ethics involved (like accepting gifts, remaining unbiased, et cetera) but I think one of the core topics we've discussed is what I just said.

There are sports fans who remain extremely dedicated to the craft; there are those who downright spit on professional sports in general; and then there are those like me who really don't care either way. I respect the talent that's involved, but when it comes to salaries, steroid use, and criminal affairs, that respect wavers. The big events are fun to be involved with, but as soon as they're done, I am too, and I go on about my days as normal as they day before.

I don't know what people care about more and I don't know if I ever will, but it was a moment of deja vu that I just couldn't ignore.