Through the links you’ve shared on your blog I’ve begun to listen to a lot of the same CBC radio programs you sometimes refer to. One of those very programs recently had quite an interesting documentary on the psychology behind being a fan of a sports team. I am not really a big sports guy but the documentary was excellent except that I do not feel that it succeeded at truly explaining the psychology behind what I would call the truly rabid sports fan. Watching people reacting to the Olympics exposes the fact that this behaviour seems almost primitive to me. My hope is that you can provide me with more positive ways to look at the antics of some of these people who otherwise look slightly insane from my perspective. Thank you very much Scott. I appreciate your assistance on this matter.
Confused by Sports
Yes—I heard part of the documentary you’re referring to. It was on the program Ideas, on CBC One —one of my favourites. It was very interesting and well done, but I didn’t hear all of it. So I don’t know what sort of explanations they provided. Regardless, I can definitely find something very positive in the behaviour of sports fans for you.
The basis of the documentary’s premise was: why do people volunteer to be fans of teams even though on average they’ll lose and suffer about 50% or more of the time? (A lot more in some cities… ) Because this idea was at the core of the premise of the show I’m going to presume that’s the part you didn’t feel was explained.
I’m glad you asked, because after considering it for a while I came to realize that it’s actually as heartwarming as it is interesting. To start with let’s consider our nature. Before we lived alone or in very small groups in houses, we were collections of people. We were tribes and clans and bands. We were together.
People pair off. They have friends. The vast majority would rather work in groups; people consider loneliness something unpleasant; and around the world solitary confinement is the worst possible prison to be in. So we naturally fit together. We’re a pack animal.
In a modern world with fewer ‘packs’ —in a world with no tribes or clans- we opt instead for teams. We voluntarily combine our interests with those of others. And why? In the hopes of winning? Maybe our egos think that. But the centre of us —the part that’s still plugged in—knows that we’re not there to win. We’re there to play.
In the confines of the arena of play we will surrender to the vagaries of sports. We’ll love it even though the outfield is uneven, or the court is slippery, or there’s the uncertainty of injuries etc. It is so easy for a good person to lose —but that’s precisely what makes it exciting. Like we do with movies, we choose to engage in a roller coaster ride. We ride the downs because we accept that they are a fundamental aspect of the ups.
Now, can an ego get this all muddled? Absolutely. Then we won’t be participating in this spiritual way, we would be participating in an egotistical one. As egos we won’t want an exciting interesting game, we’ll want to win. We won’t want to share our pain, we’ll want to unload all of ours onto others. We will feel separate and in opposition.
For an ego the game is a mask. It’s often little more than an excuse to indulge in tantrums. For the average person and the spiritually wise alike, fandom is merely a form of remembrance of who we really are. And that’s why it feels so invigorating to us no matter what direction things are going. Whether we are cheering happily together, or wailing in agony, the point is that it’s a collective experience. That’s what we like about it. Not the winning or losing.
This surrender into co-experience allows us to join and meld with others. We melt into stupendous cheers, we get chills up our spines together. We become one with the entire experience. We forget there is an us. We do not use our thoughts to create an ego —instead we are simply Being. This is no small thing.
That sense of connection is why people say things like “we won,” or “I can’t believe how terrible we’re playing.” There is no separation between us and the group. And the athletes themselves are more like the elders around which the tribe convenes. But everyone is an equal part. Everyone feels the sting of defeat and the elation of victory.
This is actually an excellent lesson in what enlightenment truly is. Enlightenment is not being happy all the time. Enlightenment is being okay with anything. Even death. We choose to suffer when we engage as fan. But because we choose it with our free will, we have no resistant thoughts, and the result is that we enjoy the experience not for its result, but for the experience itself.
Our spirit is not our ego. An ego does things, but a spirit has experiences. And as long as the experiences are intense and amazing and rewarding then we’ve done the only kind of winning that anyone can ever really do.
peace. Scott “Slap-Shot” McPherson 😉
A serious childhood brain injury lead Scott to spend his entire life meditating on the concepts of thought, consciousness, reality and identity. It made others as strange to him as he was to them. When he realized people were confused by their own over-thinking, Scott began teaching others to understand reality. He is currently CBC Radio Active’s Wellness Columnist, as well as a writer, speaker and mindfulness instructor based in Edmonton, AB where he still finds it strange to write about himself in the third person.