Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Of Gladiators And Bare Torso's.

Sport. That one word that could potentially get several million mind's off sex. That one word that, if you are accomplished at, could get you fame enough to never have to worry about when you'll next have sex. What is it in sport that causes severe lack of judgement in people? Insult my family if you like, but broach the subject of the flaws of the club I support, and I'll make your face look like the inside of a Masala Dosa. So that means sport runs in our blood, as deep as family. Long Ago, people flocked to stadiums to see gladiators fight to the death. Though sport now isn't quite as exciting, one thing is yet unchanged, the fanaticism of the fans. They still growl, hoot, cheer, shout abuse, jeer, fight opposition fans with as much passion as their ancestors. The only new form of support has arisen with capitalism- buying merchandise. It's pretty ridiculous if you think of it. I mean, we never had fans buying Hercules Underwear to support their favourite gladiator, but such is sport. It only shows that sport is right up there with Hookers, on things we will mindlessly spend our money on.
             Another proof that we are unnervingly passionate about sport is this knee jerk reaction to a major result that's gone your team's way.Wondering what to do when you- Score goal that wins your team the league in the last minute; Chase down 323 in a final after being down and out; Your team wins Champions league after having worst league season in 10 years? Don't worry. There's one show for all that joy about to be vented. Its simple- Take off your shirt. Why do people take off their shirt? Romans couldn't have swung their toga's like catapaults in fear that the man next to them would have a greater rumble in their man jungle. So where in the timeline of the fan/player can we put a bubble that says," Today, for the first time a shirt was removed. This rather pointless show of elation shall become a sign of beating the odds and triumphing." Because that day was definitely one for the record books.
              Nowadays, newspapers publish really silly studies that scientist who clearly have a lot of free time perform. Which self respecting scientist studies what side effects not cutting your toenails has? Instead, why not check in sport has become ingrained in our DNA. Because a bloody fist fight after your teams loss just doesn't seem justified. All said and done, sport just quite wouldn't be the same without those people who ask the score at a funeral. So evidently, my life has some purpose. And for that fantastic realisation, I shall celebrate by taking off my shirt.

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