¡No es una prolema! ..concur re
'Murican football--a result of inculcation that stark-viciousness preempts any soupçon of er, 'sportsmanship' as young guys are fed the Patriotic-grade Idea that: s'OK to macerate-Your-Brainz from the get-go via insane drills-on-sweletering-daze of 'Practice; (and so much moar insanity along the way, as can occur only because: Jingoism never went away in Murica).
I cannot adequately comprehend the worldwide obsession with that real-Foot. Ball. except to note:
there's mondo Artistry in having trained One's Feet ..to behave more like Hands (!) in their dexterity. Collisions there may be--enroute to such virtuosic displays--but nothing near-so-Menacing as: the bile intentionally force-fed into the young-Muricans' brain-pans. As their youthful injuries tot-up and Show-up ... only later-on ...
(when they had wanted to live a real-Life) ..but can no longer imagine what that was like, viascrambled-brainz,
{{sigh}}
ie. One's a doped-like Gladiatorial display of raw-Machismo while t'other: could even be likened to umm, Ballet-writ a bit over-the-Top?
But that's just moi, not truly a Sports-fan generally (Olympic ice-skaing is beautiful); the insane-lock-step Training of young gymnasts? Appallingly sadistic, injury-producing spectacle ... I cringe to occasionally watch. Etc.
But Everyone Needs: *some* respite from the daily mind-fucking boredom of sitting in front of a screen in an 'office' ... as your daylight Hours-each-day:
b'long to the Capitalist-in-Chief with the Maserati--his 'work-car'--parked in its A/C-d garage near his exit door.
HOW? did Murica get all this shit so-Rong-from-the-get-go??
But I digress, mayhap it can be explained via The Ostrich Position since near-birth? + $$-mesmerizing along the way. Go ask Jung.
I cannot adequately comprehend the worldwide obsession with that real-Foot. Ball. except to note:
there's mondo Artistry in having trained One's Feet ..to behave more like Hands (!) in their dexterity. Collisions there may be--enroute to such virtuosic displays--but nothing near-so-Menacing as: the bile intentionally force-fed into the young-Muricans' brain-pans. As their youthful injuries tot-up and Show-up ... only later-on ...
(when they had wanted to live a real-Life) ..but can no longer imagine what that was like, viascrambled-brainz,
{{sigh}}
ie. One's a doped-like Gladiatorial display of raw-Machismo while t'other: could even be likened to umm, Ballet-writ a bit over-the-Top?
But that's just moi, not truly a Sports-fan generally (Olympic ice-skaing is beautiful); the insane-lock-step Training of young gymnasts? Appallingly sadistic, injury-producing spectacle ... I cringe to occasionally watch. Etc.
But Everyone Needs: *some* respite from the daily mind-fucking boredom of sitting in front of a screen in an 'office' ... as your daylight Hours-each-day:
b'long to the Capitalist-in-Chief with the Maserati--his 'work-car'--parked in its A/C-d garage near his exit door.
HOW? did Murica get all this shit so-Rong-from-the-get-go??
But I digress, mayhap it can be explained via The Ostrich Position since near-birth? + $$-mesmerizing along the way. Go ask Jung.