Owning pessimism – Why it doesn’t make you a bad person
As my Milwaukee Bucks world came crashing down around me earlier this week I found myself, as I often do, looking to Twitter and Facebook for some sort of kinship. I don’t know what I was looking for. I guess I wanted to see other people complaining about the Bucks. I wanted to see people frustrated about what was going on.
My search ended almost as quickly as it began.
I saw almost nothing.
I did see the occasional person compliment Milwaukee on its effort. Then I saw someone in my Facebook timeline had a picture from the Knicks game with a caption of something like, “Got last minute tickets to the Bucks game.” The first comment was about no one ever actually making a plan to go to a Bucks game. The second was something more simple, like the Bucks suck. I shook my head, rolled my eyes and moved on to Twitter where some people were feeling the same way I was.
All the national writers and bloggers I follow had little to nothing to say about the ramifications of the Bucks-Knicks game though. A few comments about the Knicks probably securing a playoff spot and about the Bucks having their work cut out for them the rest of the way were made. Matt Moore had a bunch of funny tweets throughout the night. But after the game was done on Wednesday, the biggest regular season game the Bucks have had a couple years mind you, pretty much no one was talking about the Bucks.
That’s our reality right now. I was incredibly charged and full of a variety of thoughts from “I TOLD EVERYONE SO” to “Can it get any worse?” to “Maybe Monta Ellis can work.” But only a few hundred people really cared.
No one ever really cares. The Bucks do not matter. And that’s why I am the way I am. That’s why I write the way I write.



























