One thing I thought would be different when I hit 40 would be my obsession with my favorite sports teams. I am not obnoxious, and I don't spend 4 hours a day on message boards but I do love my teams. The problem is that my love for these franchises gets a little too personal some times. I can be a bit cranky when my team doesn't play well, and I take the losses and bad play personally. Like I have something to do with how bad they are playing or it reflects poorly on myself because my team stinks. It is beyond ridiculous and I am smart enough to know that my behavior should not be affected by grown men who ultimately could care less about my happiness, but I still fret and get all worked up over my teams. I know I would be much happier if I wasn't so into my teams but deep down I know this is just the way it is going to be for me. Part of it is my personality, and part of it is keeping a connection with family, friends, and memories. For example, I love the St. Louis Cardinals, and when I look back I don't think about the games they lost but I remember fondly at the games I went to with my Grandad as a little boy or talking to my Mom on the phone after the Cardinals won the World Series in 2006 while I was dressed up in my Captain of the Fallopian Swim Team Halloween costume or taking my lovely wife to her first Cardinals game where she broke out in hives due to the heat and humidity or having my heart fill with joy as I sat with my little man watching our first game together. So yes I know I need to take my obsession down a notch but in the end it is worth it because it takes me back to times I will never forget and always cherish.