There was a reason why I was once a psychology major. People are weird. Peoples' reactions are odd. And it's interesting, no matter how ridiculous they might be.
As everyone knows, UofA is done with basketball. We lost to Michigan. For me, I was glad, because this meant the stressful times at work were over and nobody was "on call" anymore. For everyone else, it was a time of "depression" and "anger". People grew hostile. Because of my one comment about how I was happy we lost on Facebook so I didn't have to work, one of my friends (and co-workers) got very hostile. He quickly apologized, however. Then you hear about a riot on University. Of course there are two sides to every story. I've heard that the cops egged it on. I heard that if the cops weren't there, who knows what would have happened because before when we've lost a sports game, people started a fire or something. Not to mention, everyone is drunk and nutty win or lose, so win or lose a "riot" was going to happen.
But it's odd to me. Why does everyone care so much? Why is everyone so invested in it, as if they themselves played the game and lost? They didn't play, they sat around watching, drinks in their hands. Why are they hostile? Is it school spirit or the alcohol? Or both? Neither should warrant the language and behavior people adopted when we lost, but it still happened. And it will still happen.
We're putting people on a pedestal that do not deserve that. And then freaking out like we played and lost. They are not Gods and you did not play. Losses happen.
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