I was raised in central Ohio, which means I was issued an Ohio State Buckeye fan card sometime around kindergarten. I still follow the team. Sixteen years after leaving the state, I still know enough to have opinions.

I am also a terrible fan.

Not the kind who paints his chest in freezing temperatures or argues with strangers online who type exclusively in capital letters. I mean terrible at the actual job description.

If Ohio State is winning by 35, I find something else to do. Some people call that enjoying a comfortable victory. I call it “having access to a remote control.” And if the game is close, I get personally annoyed that they aren’t dominating. My ideal game is apparently exciting enough to hold my attention but not exciting enough to threaten the outcome. I recognize this is irrational. I have made peace with it.

My fair-weather tendencies hit new heights during Game 6 of the Thunder-Spurs series.

My wife and I faithfully watched the first quarter. Then we remembered our son is on his honeymoon and the HBO Max subscription attached to his account expires next month. This created urgency. The Thunder would understand. We switched over to The Pitt.

Our plan was simple—watch for a bit, check the score, return in the third quarter if Oklahoma City was still in it. Professional sports teams have benches. We were simply taking advantage of ours.

When we checked back, it was clearly a two-episode night.

For what it’s worth, we didn’t miss much worth watching. The Spurs outscored OKC 32-13 in that third quarter, including a 20-0 run. Our emotional support from the couch would not have changed the trajectory.

My son Jeff, for his part, is a real Thunder fan. His father-in-law figured this out before the wedding, watching Jeff sweat through games and pace and shout at the TV like his voice was patched into the coaching staff’s headset. At some point, he quietly pulled us aside to ask whether Jeff was betting on the games—because in his experience, nobody gets that stressed unless there’s money involved. Apparently, cricket fans are calmer. Jeff wasn’t gambling. He just genuinely cared. I continue to find this fascinating.

Here’s my most embarrassing sports opinion: I think other cities deserve a turn.

I like the Thunder. I own the shirts. I wear the hats. But I also think championships are more interesting when they move around. Maybe OKC gets a good two-year run, raises some banners, and then hands it off. Let another city have the “wait, we’re actually the best?” feeling for a while. The big markets will be fine. The big markets have been through this before and will be again.

The same logic applies to the junior hockey league our boys play in. The Lone Star Brahmas have won the South Division of the NAHL three years running and took the Robertson Cup one of those years. They’ve earned every bit of their confidence—they’re good, they know it, everyone else knows it. But fans from other South Division teams apparently aren’t allowed to feel neutral about it. You’re supposed to convert and cheer for the Brahmas as your regional representative, and if you don’t, they take it personally. The league gets healthier when different towns get to feel something. More fan bases believing they have a shot makes for a better sport.

Tonight is Game 7, right here in Oklahoma City. I’ll watch.

Well, mostly. The middle portions remain negotiable.

What I actually want is a contest—teams that refuse to say uncle, favorites made uncomfortable, nobody handed anything before the clock hits zero. In a best-of-seven, you don’t have to be the better team all month. You have to be the better team tonight. That feels honest.

I’ll accept whatever verdict the court delivers, assuming the referees don’t completely ruin it. Even a terrible fan is allowed one irrational opinion.

ABC’s Wide World of Sports used to open with “the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.” Most fans spend their time trying to avoid the second part. But the agony is what makes the first part worth anything.

Even if I did miss it because of a TV show.