Immediately after the Giants' game, my friend Brian checks his Facebook wall and the entire home page smothered with people complaining about the Giants choking last second against the Eagles. First off, I'm a Giants fan and I consider the Eagles to be the Giants' biggest rival. But it's just a game and it's not worth the negativity. Were you on the field playing it? Did you personally blow the lead? Nope. Then don't worry about it. Why let a football game ruin your day?
It's just a game to enjoy watching. Teams win, teams lose. It's fun to feel involved and a part of a community, but there's a limit where posting about how much you want to strangle a player on your Facebook is needless. It's negativity. Negativity without purpose except to invoke the same sad experience in others. That's a simple concept most people understand. Commiseration brings people together. People love to whine and complain about things they can't control--ironically like I'm complaining about people who complain about sports losses. I suppose I'm thinking that maybe someone will refrain from clicking "share" on Facebook next time they feel fire rise in their belly after their team loses. 'Cause it's not your team. It's the team you root for. Rooting does nothing concretely, but should enhance your viewing experience. If it doesn't, it serves no purpose to you.
Back to my soapbox on general commiseration. In anything, people have the tendency to bond over all the crap in life that pushes us down. Ask yourself, how often do you do this? Does it get you anywhere? Could you have been talking about something positive, spread joy instead of "well gee, Bob, you're right, mechanics all suck." And don't think this is a gender thing. Men and women are equally culpable in the negativity column. They both yell out "fuck, shit, damn" and rage rage rage. Rage against the dying of the light, not against a bad punt return.