I guess it’s never ideal to need a distraction in your life, because that means something has happened that you want to be distracted from. Over the past few months, it seems like there have been too many instances where sports have served as a distraction when something crummy has happened. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be nice to be able to lean on sports.
The tornadoes in Oklahoma on Monday were another instance of something bad happening. And just like the tragedies at the Boston Marathon and in the days following in Boston, I was once again at home, getting ready for a week of work and reading every word about what was happening.
It can get to be too much.
Just like with the Boston Marathon, and the Newtown shootings, and the Colorado movie theatre shootings, it was easy to sit in front of the TV and Twitter, and watch everything play out. With the immediate information that social media puts at your fingertips, it can be too easy to get lost in tragic events as they unfold before you.
I don’t think it makes you a bad or insensitive person to want to look away at some point, I think it makes you human. And that’s why I was glad to be able to turn on a hockey game and then the Cardinals game on Monday night.
Sports can bring us together in good times and in bad. In the midst of tragedy and celebration. Even if a game is just on in the background, to serve as a return to normalcy after a day of watching and reading about horrible and heartbreaking events happening elsewhere, that game can mean everything.
Sports can never change bad things that happen. A National Anthem at the Bruins game a few days after the Marathon bombings didn’t change the tragedy that people are still dealing with on a daily basis. Turning on a Cardinals game on Monday night doesn’t have an impact on the recovery efforts in Moore, Oklahoma.
But it can provide a break. A few hours to get away, regroup, and be ready to try and move forward in whatever personal way you come up with. For me, it’s getting back to routine. And turning on a game. Because tragedy shouldn’t be the norm. A ballgame on a summer night should be. Thankfully, more often than not it is. And that’s what I appreciated on Monday night.