When I was a kid, probably around 7 or so, I was watching a football game with my father one Sunday. It didn’t involve any teams we rooted for, but instead had two teams that my parents had taught me to hate. Noticing that I wasn’t supposed to care for either of the teams playing I turned to my dad and asked “Who do we root for when we hate both teams?” He responded immediately and without breaking eye contact with the tv screen. “You root for a meteor to hit the stadium”.
That answer delighted me immensely in the moment, and has stuck with me to this day (obviously). The idea of being petty enough to find mass destruction preferable to seeing either rival win a game made a perfect bit of sense to my brain. I didn’t consciously know I was a dark, morbid smart-ass in waiting but the first sign of what was to come was right there.
“Root for a meteor” is a philosophy that transcends sports. I don’t want to get bogged down, so I’ll say this: if you’ve seen what’s going on with the world, you can’t tell me a meteor sending us to the dinosaurs wouldn’t be in the best interest of lifeforms everywhere. It’s that versatility that makes “root for a meteor” a guiding light in my life and the perfect name for the home of my pointless ramblings. Hopefully these pages help you pass the time until we’re all mercifully removed from this spinning hell rock.
