SeattleUte |
09-07-2006 03:18 AM |
What's hard for me to stomach about speactator sports.
I'm finding fellow fans almost intolerable. I know that there are many who don't fit the following description, but too many of them do. When the team wins, they think they did it, they think they're gods, preening and strutting around like they belong to a master race. All the while their personal success is just a figment of their imagination. Dungeons and dragons. For some reason spectator sports attracts many on whom the virtues of humility, reflection, gratitude, and memory are simply lost. Then as soon as adversity sets in, there is no place for the virtues of perseverence, optimism, and patience. If I were stuck in a fox hole with any of these whiners I'd take my chances fleeing across the open field strafed by machine gun fire. Inconceivable to them are the truisms that the reward is in the journey, that defeat is what makes victory all the sweeter, the fact of opposition in all things is what makes sport interesting. Most of these people shlep through life in a fog of mediocrity and sloth, spending obscene numbers of hours glued to the boob tube, often drinking themselves stupid, but when it comes to the coaches and players associated with their favorite teams, they demand standards of perfection attainable only by Greek gods. I used to think this was BYU fans. Not so. Ute fans are just as horrid. I despise most fans as a class. They're harder to tolerate now with the Internet. It used to be you only had to hear from the asses occupying the seats around you for three hours once a week. Now they're everywhere.
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