It used to be Every now and then, I reverted, once the dust, smoke, clogged freeway cleared, to the notion that I'm possibly glad to live in california as though california has some special place beyond my own history. Although, there is a tendency in america to not only be a nationalist (and to believe in some sort of american exceptionalism) but, also, an indistinct, vague belief that where one lives i.e., state, city, or town has some special relationship to us who live there. It's not about patriotism, thats reserved for the nation, but the flag of the confederacy or tolkien empire manifests a pride that cannot be denied, and should it?
Nowhere is this more apparent than in sports where one's affiliation with a home team is nearly as passionate as the furor over going to a righteous war.
These are mens ideals. Its about the underdog rising up to smite the one with all the weight, david vs goliath, and get the praise and if the passion you have is for the champ, then to crush david over and over again. And get the boos.
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