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Loving the Timberwolves When They’re Good (or Bad) | The New Yorker

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Rooting for a hapless team for nearly two decades teaches you to find pleasures beyond victory.

Save this story Save this story One must consider that Sisyphus is, perhaps, deeply in love with the boulder. That, from time to time, during his endless task, the sun glints across the rock’s face in a way that reminds him that there were good times, or at least different times. It helps to imagine his perpetual hoisting not as a punishment or as a necessity but as a task charged with affection. He can’t stop, but he wouldn’t want to even if he could. To imagine it any other way would be to admit that it’s all misery, all the time. Your sports fandom, my sports fandom, the sports fandoms of p

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