…the more my price goes up!
This quote is from the song “Celebrity”. And I happen to find it particularly interesting.
I love sports. I am a former basketball player and a current fan of the sport. My favorite team just so happens to be, the current World Champions, The San Antonio Spurs.
I became a fan after reading about the former Spurs player, David Robinson. I truly admired him and the way he lived his life…regardless of his celebrity status. It just so happened that they won the NBA Championship that year. This made me a rather passionate fan!
Over the last several years, I have watched the Spurs as only a true, dedicated fan should. I really like the attitude of the team. I feel it is a hold over from David Robinson’s Christian influence on the team. But the Spurs have to be one of the few teams in professional sports that have so many team members with such character! I love to hear the Spurs interview. No whining about officiating. No “I’m all that” attitude…even by the biggest stars on the team. No jealousy between the players. No fighting amongst themselves. Lots of humility.
Well, lucky for this die-hard fan, the Spurs won the Championship again this year. (Lucky for me because I go through mild depression whenever they are put out of the play-offs!) So after they win I run with haste to Barnes and Noble to purchase all the commerative magazines. Or actually, any magazine that spotlights this awesome moment.
To my great disdain, no wonderful cover stories could be found. I had decided that in my eagerness I had not given proper time to print and distribute the materials. So I check back. Nothing. Then again. Nothing. I am completely heartbroken. I want to see this team bask in their well deserved glory. I want to read each detail from every player from the MVP to the benchwarmers. I want my magazine.
Well…I have no magazine. My mother has ordered the Sports Illustrated Special Edition but I haven’t seen it yet. And it’s been almost an entire summer. I’ve almost forgotten about it. It just keeps popping up on occasion.
So…I complain. To my boyfriend. “Why, oh, why do they not have 7 gazillion magazines about the Spurs? The Laker’s could always be found plastered all over every sports magazine three days after they won. Heck, they get plastered on magazines for losing! I don’t get it!”
So, he answers with the above quote from one of my favorite country music artists, Brad Paisly.
The more they run my name down, the more my price goes up!
I have decided that the reason I love the Spurs is the very reason I cannot find a decent magazine article about their play-off season. Their name has not been run down. I mean, really, who wants to read about a bunch of guys who just enjoy playing basketball, stay married to one woman, and have their children in wed-lock. Oh yeah…and they haven’t been accused of raping or beating any women. I guess it’s just not that interesting.