Worst sports weekend ever

I’m an Angels and UCLA fan, and that’s really it. There’s no other team out there that I have a passion for like I do with the Angels and UCLA (all sports).

In case you don’t already know what happened for my two teams this weekend, a quick recap:

Friday: Angels lose Game 2 of the playoffs on a walk-off homer by Manny Ramirez
Saturday: UCLA loses to winless Notre Dame in one of the ugliest games ever.
Sunday: Angels lose Game 3 of ALDS, finishing the sweep, losing 9-1.

I called a friend Sunday evening — his first words to me: “How are you holding up?”

Prior to this weekend, I thought I didn’t take sports too seriously, that I put them in perspective, not getting too up after a win or too down after a loss.

Well, I was wrong. For more than I should’ve been over the last two days, I’ve been a combination of sad, upset and disgusted. I know, I know, my life is pretty good when the worst things that happen to me are sports-related. I admit that.

It’s just that as a sports fan, I’ve never had a weekend like this. All three days of my weekend involved a crushing loss.

I’ve seen my teams choke and collapse before. I suffered through 1995 and 1998 as an Angels fan, saw the end of the Lavin era as a UCLA basketball fan and have been frustrated with the Karl Dorrell era in football for over a year now. But those events were more spread out, not happening at the same time.

Never did everything merge into one weekend. One weekend where UCLA football used the worst gameplan ever, and wasted a great game defensively. One weekend where the Angels saw Vladimir Guerrero, Garret Anderson, Casey Kotchman, Gary Matthews Jr. and Bartolo Colon all miss games due to injury, making the Angels trot out a lineup that wasn’t anywhere near the best one they’ve had all year.

I’m addicted to sports. Usually, they bring me tons of joy and entertainment. Sometimes, you get this weekend.