This is a Had A Few Beers Blog first. This update is a confession, and its not going to be a popular one. Most of you will exit out of this blog with haste, swear loudly for ever allowing yourself into being fooled into reading this in the first place.
A few of you will vomit in revulsion. Someone may in fact faint.
No. I don’t hate kittens (I love kittens). I’ve never kicked a baby (I love babies) and I’ve never robbed an elderly person (more than once).
It’s just that …
The Olympics bore me.
There I said it.
Let the hate mail flow in.
You see I was born without the sports gene. I blame my Mom. Dad’s side of the family has the sports gene, Mom’s side of the family clearly lacks it.
You see I’ll play your goddamn sport, I don’t care what it is I’ll go out on the field and utterly make an ass of myself trying hard and wrecking my body in the process but fuck if I care how professionals or Olympians (is there a difference) play it. I’ll even enjoy playing (albiet poorly) it. But I could care less about watching it.
But I’ll play basketball with you and I’ll suck at it but I’ll try my best. I’ll get creamed as in “OH SHIT THAT HURT,” by someone twice my size playing American football but I’ll at least get the ball a few yards closer to the goal before that happens.
But when it comes to watching any sport (pro or otherwise) on TV, here is my rating on a scale of one to ten of their importance to me. Ten being more awesome than a topless beer drinking contest and one being equal to a math test.
College football: 1
Pro sports of any kind: -78
Army vs. Navy Football: 1.002
Army vs. Navy anything else: Who cares?
Baseball: My balls itch, I should Google why my balls itch.
Hockey: see next entry.
Boxing: Jesus, ouch! Why the hell do they … okay 1.00000003. No, no it’s like -1.0000001, screw that.
Golf: I suck, and I had lessons too, GOD I really sucks -1,000,000!
Point is I don’t give a shit about most sports and surely don’t give a shit about the Olympics. I don’t care if the Chinese swimmer snorted
performance enhancement drugs off the Olympic organizer’s penis, then looked into the camera and said “haha American I use ‘roids’ so f’ you”.
I say load the bastards up on drugs. We already KNOW what the limits of the human body can do and even if we don’t the difference is measured in like milliseconds.
With dope these athletes will absolutely shatter the records. The testing shouldn’t be a matter of ‘do they have performance enhancing drugs in their systems’ it should be do they have ‘enough performance enhancing drugs in their systems?’
Did competitor X from country Y just test positive for excessive amounts of feral-dog testicle extraction?
Everyone can get awesome discounts at the roids store where you will find fat burning supplements and more.
Great get them on the field and for the love of god let the fans know.
I’m also the guy that wrote to Lance Armstrong and recommended that he put a nitrous canister into his anus for added performance during the race’s final leg so I might just be outside the mainstream here.
My phone just buzzed and that’s means there’s an ‘important news update.’ This happened because I set my phone to only buzz when there are important updates.
Like you know when Madonna flashed her over 50-year-old ass at a concert in Rome ? Those kinds of updates. You know, important shit updates.
No the ‘news alert’ is about someone, and I assume it’s an American someone, won a gold in something at the Olympics. You can be on a cereal box now, congradufuckinglations.
We are so doing this wrong.
Which leads me to the following statement; fuck sports on TV all together.
Seriously fuck them, fuck the players, fuck the coaches and mostly fuck you, the fans.
What the fuck do they do? Why did Joe Paterno have a fucking statue on campus in the first place? Because he led a group of young men to better fight over a football than another group of young men?
A football costs like what, twelve bucks, maybe twenty, I don’t know. Maybe it’s a hundred bucks but for fuck’s sake please stop fighting over it assholes. You’re not heroes to anyone and the game is pointless. It may be fun to watch, sure, but it’s fucking pointless.
Same with the Olympics, and oddly they piss me off more. Let’s just play a thought game. What if fucking Guam wins EVERY gold medal there is. I don’t care what the contest, they win every gold medal there is in it.
The day after the Olympics, Russia is still Russia, Germany is still Germany, China is still China and Guam is still Guam.
I don’t get it, I never will.
I see the appreciation for a talented sports figure, I do. Anyone that has trained themselves to that level deserves a look; they deserve your ‘appreciation’ maybe but do they deserve the level of fame they achieve?
Certainly they do not.
The Roman’s got this crap right 2,000 years ago. Gladiators, charioteers and actors were famous but they were the lower rung run of society and you wouldn’t be caught dead talking to one. Okay maybe it shouldn’t be that bad but they’re not glowing examples of all that’s good in the world with the exception of Michael Phelps and the bong incident, which was hysterical and classic.
My boss reads this blog. I know because he has had to ‘talk to me’ once, twice or every update about the content here.
He love’s sports.
One of the most interesting talks we’ve ever had (non-work related at least) is about the whole Penn state fiasco.
Child molestation aside, and no you can’t ever put that aside, I’ll never understand why we elevate people who are basically either A: chasing something meaningless (the ball) or B: directing the chasing of something meaningless (the game result) to hero like status.
Why did we do that? What beyond their ability to chase a ball around did they do to tell us they were good people? Sure there are exceptions, but they prove the rule. They chase a ball around a court for no purpose other than it pays well. You followed the ‘ball’ well, why? It paid a lot of money and/or fame and/or the attention it gets you that’s why.
The result makes no difference and my brain cannot swallow it.
You know an award I could get behind? The award that thanks Guatemala, China, Japan, the U.S., Russia and that country we all hate, yeah that one, for putting a manned mission on Mars and returning them home safely. That award means something.
Not to you? Fuck Mars you say? I don’t agree but I can get behind your disagreement, let’s put it toward ending world hunger, disease, war or stopping me from ever blogging again.
Any of that is better than the amount of effort we spend on fencing, I don’t care what your nationality.
Because seriously fencing, who the fuck fences?