Sports Team fandom is something very special, something somewhat unique in a world where all sorts of communal identities and associations are in decline. American professional sports are about any number of things (including most admirably the artistry and athleticism of very talented players who deserve the praise and adulation their excellence receives), but the thing that American professional sports are most about is money. American sports have become immensely profitable. According to Vivid Seats, the cheapest price for a single ticket for last Monday's Game 3 at Madison Square Garden was $3,940. The average price for a ticket was $7,683. Meanwhile, the most expensive ticket sold for approximately $65,000.
Obviously, a lot of ordinary fans are willing to splurge on sports tickets, but it is equally obvious that sports are ultimately all about profits for some and significant expense or just being priced out for the many, thus in a sense replicating the inequities at the heart of American society. In their obsession with profits and their indifference to their local fans' loyalty (remember the Brooklyn Dodges!), American sports readily replicate the deranged values of contemporary American late-capitalist society.
Yet as late-stage capitalism continues to destroy what little remains of authentic communities, somehow sports fandom survives as a vehicle for linking local communities with one another in an almost atavistic expression of pre-modern loyalty - loyalty itself being a barely surviving pre-modern virtue in today's post-modern moral desert.
Even so, the desire for community and for identification with a community bigger than one's individual self and its narrow desires. The collapse of non-self-regarding aspiration is perhaps most magically reflected in the collapse of marriage and the decline in national fertility. Superficial fandom cannot compensate for that calamitous long-term social loss, but it remains a vivid illustration of the human desire for connection. Cheering for the Knicks solves none of the inegalitarianism and deprivation Americans are experiencing and the multiple crises of our time, but it does offer at least a temporary feeling of connection (however limited and even illusory). And that experience of connection and apparent validation of local identity and loyalty serves as an oasis of festivity and joy in the oligarchic desert our 250-year old American experiment appears to have become.
So let us celebrate together, New Yorkers!





