Escaping COVID hell
Hello friends,
IT'S SUPER BOWL SUNDAYYYYY! LET'S GO BUCS!!!
I know. You don't generally see that level of enthusiasm here. I like to keep the newsletter pretty chill. But I was in elementary school when the Bucs won their first and only Super Bowl to date. Now I'm almost 29, and my boys are finally making another appearance—IN OUR HOME STADIUM. (Ok, no more caps lock. I promise.)
Even if we weren't in the middle of a devastating pandemic, I'd still be pumped for this day. I love sports. But seeing as how we are, in fact, still dealing with this deadly virus, this game holds even more significance.
For almost a year, I've barely left my house except to visit the pharmacy drive-thru or drop off a package at the post office. Sometimes I sit out on my back porch just to feel the sun. My home, which was once my sanctuary, is now a prison of depression. Well, that may be a bit grim, but I think you know what I mean. We're all living in our own variations of COVID hell. My beloved sports, though, take me out of that hell for a bit.
When I'm watching sports, whether it's the Super Bowl or an early-season hockey game, I get to leave my home/prison for a while. Granted, I'm still technically in my house. (I don't know if you've noticed, but sports bars are kind of a no-go right now.) But my brain is at the stadium, or the rink, or the racetrack. For a few blissful hours, my mind at ease. Even shouting at the tv or feeling my entire body tense up during a big play brings me joy. Sports anxiety is a whole different ball game (I'm sorry. I had to.) than pandemic anxiety.
I don't know how many of you are sports fans, but if you aren't, I hope you have your own pandemic escape. I hope you have something that clears your head and brings you peace. And if you do, please let me know. I'd like to share it in next week's newsletter. It'll be like our own little support group. Plus, I enjoy hearing from y'all.
Until then, enjoy what's left of the weekend.
And go Bucs!
Yardena