I It started innocently enough by reading the YouTube comments underneath highlight videos of 90s basketball. If you follow sports at all then you can make a pretty educated guess as to what they said. These commenters reveled in the type of basketball that used to exist—full of big, burly men all clogged under the basket and absolutely no 3-point shooting. They were unabashed in their belief that these videos represented the golden age and that today only represents everything wrong with the sport. They just wanted to go back to that. Comments like these have tended to make me mad, even at times when I agree. There’s nothing cornier than crying about what was instead of enjoying what is. I’ve learned not to be so annoyed lately though. See the thing about those people constantly arguing about some imaginary golden era: it isn’t really about basketball or whatever other activity. They don’t pine for the old days as much as they just miss who they were at that time. They’re in mourning for when they watched the world with youthful ignorance and through fresh eyes before becoming withered and irrelevant. The world has turned and left them there.
The World Has Turned And Left Me Here
The World Has Turned And Left Me Here
The World Has Turned And Left Me Here
I It started innocently enough by reading the YouTube comments underneath highlight videos of 90s basketball. If you follow sports at all then you can make a pretty educated guess as to what they said. These commenters reveled in the type of basketball that used to exist—full of big, burly men all clogged under the basket and absolutely no 3-point shooting. They were unabashed in their belief that these videos represented the golden age and that today only represents everything wrong with the sport. They just wanted to go back to that. Comments like these have tended to make me mad, even at times when I agree. There’s nothing cornier than crying about what was instead of enjoying what is. I’ve learned not to be so annoyed lately though. See the thing about those people constantly arguing about some imaginary golden era: it isn’t really about basketball or whatever other activity. They don’t pine for the old days as much as they just miss who they were at that time. They’re in mourning for when they watched the world with youthful ignorance and through fresh eyes before becoming withered and irrelevant. The world has turned and left them there.