I’ll admit that I’m not a sports fan. Football, baseball, basketball- it’s all just millionaires in tight pants or baggy shorts. Pre-game shows, post-game shows, hyperventilated blather, color commentary, merchandising, endlessly excessive analysis of minutae. It’s all a bit too much. It is a repetitious pageant of faux gladiators wrapped up in a glitzy Las Vegas style package promising wildly more than it delivers.
March is basketball fever time. My God! How the hell can you people sit through this stuff? Here is a proposed improvement to the game. Raise the hoop 24 inches. If you can dunk the ball, the hoop is too low. This seems obvious.
Is there a correlation between the popularity of Bud Light and the popularity of basketball? Two dreadfully bland inventions beloved by a common population? Hmmm. Panem et circenses.
Yeah, yeah. I know. How can a guy who “writes” a blog like this criticize basketball for being boring? I don’t know. I’ll have come up with a rebuttal.
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Thoroughly agree with you on the boringness of basketball. It’s up the court, shoot a basket, down the court, shoot a basket, up the court…Any sport where you score 40+ times (more for the pros) a game is going to be boring.
Soccer is the other extreme.
I’d complain about NASCAR, but that would elevate that activity to being a sport, so I’ll keep quiet.
Personally, I watch as much bicycle racing as possible. I will gladly admit that it is boring, but having raced for 7 years myself, I see the racing from an insider’s perspective, and that is plenty different.
I like to watch the Olympics, partly out of simple novelty. Because it’s not on all of the damned time.
NASCAR- Southern people driving in circles.
As far as the insiders viewpoint, I have to think that is behind the mass appeal of basketball. A lot of people play it so they have an insiders view. I can understand that. For 10 minutes. After that, let’s move on.
You know, I can handle reading your politics. But you crossed the line with the Bud Light comment. It hurt, man. Inside.
Hey man. I’ll have to introduce you to Fat Tire. It’ll make the hurt go away.
I’m trying real hard to keep the politics off the blog. It is really difficult to shut up about it. Now that I think about it, most of my major run-ins with authority have been a result of things I’ve said.
My buddy used to throw a taste-testing party at Oktoberfest time. Everyone brought a sixer of their favorite and we did rounds of blind testing. When Bud Light won three years in a row, I stopped buying expensive beer. Looking forward to Fat Tire… Informex is back in New Orleans nex year, and that means Abita Springs Turbo Dog. Gotta drink it just for the name.
I used to go to Informex in NOLA. The sickest I’ve ever been on the road is from a deep hangover there. I remember sitting at the booth in full schmooze configuration, hoping that a beam would fall from the ceiling and put me out of my misery.