
As a very passionate sports fan, deeply emotionally invested as such, I used to rise and fall with the game by game results of my hometown Cubs. When Steve Bartman knocked that foul ball away from Moises Alou in Game 6 of the 2003 NLCS I was aboslutely crushed. My heart lept at the promise of the Bulls taking Tyson Chandler and Eddy Curry (aka the "Twin Towers"), and fell when they never fulfilled their promise in a Chicago uniform. I held up Sammy Sosa on a pedestal and defended the beleaguered slugger even through the corked bat incident in 2003. When Devin Hester returned the opening kickoff for a touchdown against the Colts in Super Bowl XLI I jumped up and down on the sofa. And when the Bears ended up losing that game I was slumped over sitting on that same couch.
In these recent times, much of that passion and faith has been rewarded with such events as the Mitchell report, athlete misconduct, rising prices on everything from tickets to jerseys, and a general disregard for the fans who are the life blood of professional athletics. I recently attended a Braves v. Yankees game for which I paid $18 for upper deck seats. Perhaps it was the near capacity crowd or the popularity of the Yankees, but these seats which might have went for $5 only a few years ago were nearly quadruple that number. Meanwhile some of the greatest baseball players of our generation have been singled out in the Mitchell Report as out and out cheaters (Alex Rodriguez, Sammy Sosa, etc.). We have witnessed an NFL wide receiver (Donte Stallworth), clearly driving while under the influence, hitting and subsequently killing an innocent pedestrian. Even more increduously Stallworth received a minimal sentence of 30 days in jail. We have owners firing hundreds of employees and cutting health benefits for these same employees while ringing up more then $30 million in profits (Green Bay Packers).

Perhaps this week a few more All Stars will be outed as steroid users by the Mitchell Report. Maybe a NBA lottery pick will hold out for another million or two. And these days a high school player bypassing college to play in Europe en route to the NBA is becoming a scary reality rather than a distant possiblity (Brandon Jennings). Job cuts will continue in the NFL, with profits rolling into the pockets of the owners and players. And arrogant owners will continue to hire overpaid coaches to watch over a group of overpaid, underworked prima donna athletes. In the worst economy since the Great Depression, with people waiting in line at the unemployment office and losing their homes and families along with their jobs, the sports we hold as so sacred...an outlet for the pressures of daily life...and the athletes and teams we revere and cheer for are not uplifting their fans but instead soaking in the reverence while sitting in their ivory towers.
While watching the NBA draft I realized that those fans at the Madison Square Garden cheering or moaning over the young men being picked by their respective teams will perhaps make a fraction of what these athletes will make over the course of their relatively short careers. To put this in perspective, the average NBA player will make over $5 million a season while the average annual income of a U.S. household stands at somewhere around $50,000 a year.
