Pulling Buzz Bissinger’s Fan Card
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It has become somewhat of a pastime in the world of the
interwebs to shake sticks at Buzz Bissinger; it seems an efficient way to both curry
favor with the deadspin crowd and to defend the honor of mothers’ basements
everywhere.
Many of these attacks have bits of truth, several are truly
funny. The Office writer Micheal Shur’s attack on
Bissinger’s essential Costas Now thesis
remains one of my favorite passages ever written, regardless of medium. I’ll repeat the money quote here:
Picking a random blog comment and
wielding it as a club to bash “blogs” is like picking a random
romance novel off an airport bookstore shelf and saying, “This book sucks.
Fuck you, Tolstoy — your medium is worthless!”
But, unfortunately, many of these critiques have been
overplayed and overdone. Bissinger is a
fine writer. He just went fanatical on a topic that he wasn’t appropriately
versed in and was attacked, attacked, and then piled on because of it. When he dropped back to pass he left his
blind side exposed and was rightly sacked – what followed after that sacking
was overkill.
So it is with a bit of regret that I must address Buzz’s
most recent New York Times op-ed, “Where
Losing is Everything” on Philadelphia
fandom.
Bissinger makes some fair points – Philly fans do seem to be
passionate about even failure, or at least willing to accept failure as a part
of their identity “we haven’t won in 25
years, beat that!” – but his article comes off as smug and insulting, and regrettably
out of touch with much of what makes Philly fans
great. Bissinger’s article reads like a
sort of old school rough and tumble coach, trying to force the power-I offense
in the age of A-11 innovation.
The main thesis of Bissinger’s op-ed is that Philadelphia fans are
defeated and revel in that defeat.
His
lede reads
If you happen to be from Philadelphia, as I am,
last week’s series between the Phillies and the New York Mets was the perfect
three-act play for the city of perpetual sports futility – delight followed by
deflation followed by convulsive death with the double by Carlos Delgado.
He believes that Philadelphia
fans get shallowly sucked into the excitement of a potential success to the
point where we cannot embrace the success without at the same time consciously
focusing on how fleeting that success seems to be. He suggest that, for the Philadelphia sports
fan that initial hope is inherently tempered by the pre-realized understanding
that failure is inevitable. We can’t
enjoy victory because we expect it to be taken away.
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The most obvious problem with this assessment is its
unfortunate timing. Bissinger hinges his
argument on the back-and-forth between the Phillies and Mets, and seems to come
to the conclusion that Philadelphians believe that failure in this debate is
inevitable – that the team can or will not triumph over an insurmountable
foe. While his main point about the
relationship between Philadelphia
and failure has some truth, the example upon which he hangs his article couldn’t be more
wrong. After last season’s comeback
Phillies fans expect to beat the Mets, and the Mets fan expects failure. Anyone with their finger even mildly on the
pulse of Philadelphia
gets this, but here Bissinger is like an aging starter who refuses to get away
from his fastball even as middle infielders begin to catch up with it. He makes an epic, abstracted argument and
tries to force the real details of the moment into his larger, constructed
framework. When the details (read: facts) don’t run with his assumed current he
does not just ignore them, but actually seems to actively assume that they do.
Yes, when the Phillies dropped two out of three to the Mets
it was deflating for their fans, but that certainly did not mean that they had
given up on the division or the team. By
August 2nd, the day that Bissinger’s op-ed came out, the Phillies
had retaken first place and held it by two games. Phillies fans were thrilled,
but not surprised.
It is not just the Phillies either. Last season the Sixers out-performed nearly
every expert’s predictions, then added a perennial all-star at their weakest
position. The mood surrounding their team
-given these real facts – is less doomed and more hopeful. The Flyers also shattered expectations, taking
their fans along for the ride, and while half the Eagles’ fans do rightly
expect doom day in and day out the other half seems to honestly believe that this is the year.
It is true that part of Bissinger’s argument is right. He does accurately assess bearing disappointment as having become a Philadelphian badge
of honor. But even here he seems to have
a fundamental misunderstanding as to why.
Philly may take a sort of sense of pride in the pain we have
gone through, but that is the kinship born out of boot camp, not some sort of
self-inflicted schadenfreude that embraces the losing itself. We’re proud that we’ve made it through so
much. The attitude is not defeated but
fiercely optimistic – we have been through the tunnel, and while it has been long and
dark the light at the end will be sweeter and brighter. Sure, we’ll point out that the Phils are the
losingest franchise, but it isn’t a point of honor unto itself – what we’re
saying is that no matter how bad it got, we’re still here, together, still rooting. There is no part of us that wants to trade
a star for spare parts, but you’re going to have to work harder than trading
away Barkley, or losing a Super Bowl, or [add your favorite historic collapse]
to make us leave.
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He rightly points out that all-too-often Philly fans’ booing
is warranted – we boo because we know what we’re looking at – but misses when
he suggests that inevitable doom is greeted with any sort of glee. Bissinger tells the story of the 1993 World
Series: When the Phillies lost, WIP
would have people on hold 15 minutes before the show started. When they won, it
was 15 minutes after.
From that, Buzz assumes that Philly fans swarmed the phones
and radios in a twisted glee, ready to attack and dissect the teams’
failures.
That analysis is, of course, wrong. When moments call for celebration, Philly
fans are simply more apt to celebrate. We don’t care at all how our teams won
(until next year, when it may become relevant) we only care that our teams did
win. That doesn’t call for endless
analysis: losses may beg discussion, but wins call for toasts.
Read any game recaps – and I’m included here – and the story
of games is never what the other team
did, only what the Home Team did not do.
Couldn’t get a guy home from third with one out? We can’t hit. The other
team can’t get a guy home in the same situation? Our reliever came in and
did a great job. I challenge anyone to
find the words “the Eagles/Phillies/Sixers/Flyers were forced into a mistake” in the hometown discourse. No, we assume that our teams control their own
destiny. That just shows a fanbase which
is smart enough to understand losing, but also one that loves winning.
In all, the piece seems to more an attack on intelligent,
loyal fandom than a discussion of Philadelphia. Yes, Philly fans do seem anticipatorily ready
to bear losing. One early touchdown and
the Linc’s collective shoulders will tighten, like a child’s when a drunken
father arrives home with his belt. But
that reaction isn’t one that wants to be hit or beaten, it is one that is
prepared to be. Is that the most
positive reaction? Of course not, but we don’t come back for the hits, we come
back because we believe that next time our teams will smile back at us, will
finally love us back – we have the survivor’s guts and hope.
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Bissinger says that to Philly fans, losing is
everything. That’s wrong. Philly fans love the whole of the game; they
know it involves wins and losses, success and defeat. To us, losing isn’t everything – and neither
is winning. The fan experience in Philadelphia is about the
Game, something bigger than wins and losses.
Phildelphia isn’t a town that has given up on sports; it is
a painfully hopeful town.
A true fan could see that. But as Bissinger’s final tidbit
may reveal, he seems to have gotten further and further away from the man who
supports his team and the game with his heart and towards one who only enjoys
the idea of fandom with his mind. As
Bissinger intellectually analyzes fans he has forgotten the how to emotionally
react as one. His writing shows it.
His last note reads:
Note on last week’s Throwback: In
response to my column on escalating salaries in baseball in contrast to
cutbacks at General Motors, a number of those commenting said I was simply
adding to the problem by paying for tickets to the recent All-Star game at
Yankee Stadium. Just for the record, my son and I were given the tickets by a
friend.
To me, that comes off as hopelessly arrogant. Bissinger was able to attend baseball’s
All-Star game, held at historic Yankee Stadium for the last time – something
that would make any baseball fan’s heart swell. He uses that high moment for a
weighty attack on the game itself.
Bissinger makes it sound like he was doing a favor to the friend who
offered him and his son tickets. I would
venture to guess that his friend felt otherwise.
The All-Star game was a time for celebration, not for
analysis. A Philadelphia fan would probably have known
that.














First, Complex, nicely done!
Second, Buzz has both sinned against Us and sinned within his sin.
He could have published his murky analysis in the LA Times, The Picayune Times, The London Times, … but the New York Freakin Times?????
and was not an innocent blunder, he’s from here, he knows …
I’m grateful for Prayer for A Prayer for the City, Friday Night Lights made for a powerful movie – but now it looks like easy street ain’t agreeing with old Buzz – he’s lost his flair. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he’s got a contract year coming up – and he can get his game back …
but for now, only one thing to say: Hey Buzz
Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Fuck you
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