chaotic moments

Ever take a broad view look at human sports and see how chaotic their creation has seemingly been. Why do they tend to be ideally suited for the fringes of the species? The average basketball bling bling whiner is a foot and a half taller than the average fan. The average foolsball player is 100 lbs heavier than an average fan and we're a country of soft obese people. What's the purpose of neckless highbrow giants whomping each other to move an ellipical inflated pigskin covered ball down a 100 yard flat plastic carpeted field? How about bowling. Who had the time to randomly come up with an activity centered around a hard plastic ball being tossed down a hardwood lane to knock down 10 wooden pins shaped like belly dancers? And who devised the scoring, a frustrated high school math teacher? What's with soccer and the rule not allowing the use of hands and arms. Was the first game between armless tribesmen in northern Europe. Some sports just plain make sense like running, swimming, and jumping. Evolutionary survival required and some inner cities and bog hollows still require these skills. But tennis, golf, badmitten, volleyball, speed walking, racketball, cricket and of course America's favorite past time have no connection to survival what so ever. Where in nature does one need the split second reaction to hit a little white ball that another idiot just hurdled at you at 90 mph 60 feet away. And what explains the viewer obsession. A tiny fraction of the 6 billion humanoids ever play these games yet some create revenue exceeding the GNP of 95% of the world's countries. What value to the advancement to mankind does these activities create? Do owners, players and fans go to their graves feeling fulfilled having participated in a no value added activity for, in many cases, most of their lives.

I propose a sport that's ideally suited for middle aged, balding fat people with a two beer IQ. Damn, it's already been done - Nascar.

A Christmas Story

How did we go from mirth, frankincense, and a little gold to a family room of guttony built from at least 3 months of multiple state shopping binges.