Vitor Meira Blowing Up At Indy 500 - Quite Literally

It’s understandable if you spent the Indianapolis 500 cheering for Helio Castroneves or leering at Danica Patrick. The former overcame significant personal obstacles to win the race and the latter ended up with the highest finish ever by a woman (and got frisky with a stripper). Two great stories, sure, we suppose.

Vitor Meira is enfuego at Indy 500

(Vitor Meira wishes this was Photoshopped.)

But if that’s all you paid attention to, you missed the schadenfreude-tastic day of Brazilian driver Vitor Meira, seen above playing with fire before his race-ending crash. Unfortunately for poor Vitor, being set on fire was just the beginning of his troubles. Thanks to JALOPNIK, we’ve got video documentation of Meira’s terrible, horribly, no-good, very bad day after the jump.

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In Which We Revel In The Public Pain Of Others

Go Rays, I’m sick of the Red Sox and their new dynasty. It would kill me to see them win this game and then sweep the Phillies in the World Series, that would make it a third ALCS comeback that would lead them to a World Series sweep. Please Tampa Bay, don’t let that happen.

-Random fan blog on ESPN.COM

Coco Crisp

(”Oh, the tears of unfathomable sadness…yummy, you guys!”)

My team didn’t make the playoffs this year; yet I’ve watched every game of the ALCS with a level of interest that surprised me. When the Rays eliminated the Red Sox last night, I found myself fighting the urge to jump around and pump my fist. I’ve been watching the playoffs just to see Boston lose.

I’m not the only one. It’s so normal, there’s a term to describe it - schadenfreude, or shameful joy. It’s a misleading term. Schadenfreude is a private feeling, and the sports world exalts publicly in the failure of certain teams. And there’s nothing remotely shameful about the joy felt in rooting against certain teams, be it Duke, Notre Dame, the Yankees, or on Sunday, the Boston Red Sox and the Dallas Cowboys. So I submit to you the notion that the sports world could not exist without schadenfreude.

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