It’s an overcast day in the 40s in The ‘Burgh this morning. The Old Soldier marched into Little Italy earlier today in order to supplement my food supply. There was little traffic and few pedestrians.
Armand’s Bar was still closed, but I won’t have any fun money until New Year’s Eve anyway.
Back in my apartment, I sat at my workstation and spent time on my Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr accounts as I listened to the local sports talk show on the radio.
I really get a kick out of fans calling into the show, 93.7 FM The Fan, prognosticating about the Steelers chances against the Bengals tonight. I mean why talk about it? Just let the teams play the game. Right?
I understand why the hosts on the show do all this prognosticating. It’s their job. They’re getting paid.
But why do the fans call in, at all hours of the day and night to talk sports?
Sports obviously fills a deep need in many of us. I think it’s the need for community. Is the need for community that deep in all of us? I guess it is. It must be like the need for community between a writer and his or her readers.