<<Nihil, I think football is a mindless way to sit on your butt watching other people get exercise, while ignoring the gentle feelings of non-football addicts in your household, who would love to have some of your actual companionship.>>
Christine, darling, your posts deserve the five star treatment.
We have not been allowed to watch other people actually kill each other live and in bloody color since the religious fanatics shut down the Colosseum, or maybe we ran out of religious fanatics to feed to the lions in the Colosseum, or maybe Rome ran out of war captives when they stopped winning wars. At least the Roman people got something out of wars and religious persecution in those days. [Remember the old score at the Coliseum: Lions 50 - Christians 0!] Most of the mass murder and torture takes place out of sight of the UN inspectors and even CNN these days. Can't male heads or tales out of the pictures of Tomahawks homing in on emergency hospitals and orphanages. AI manages. Anyway, but the good old days are over. The most blood you can see now is a heart transplant for a German Shepherd on "Emergency Vets" on Animal Planet.
The Marines at Georgia Tech in World War II used to put steam houses into the garbage pits and go after the rats with baseball bats. Then we boys began to bring our terriers and play "Rat Pit" and the Marines would watch and bet. My 8-year old Scottie, Susie, was always top dog and earned the lowest odds. The dogowner didn't get to drag the pot, it was just for the honor of the thing. I guess most of the Marines, some of the little boys, and all of the dogs and rats are dead by now so we can't bring that sport back (the best I've ever had!). Too bad. If we did and if there were animal resurrection by sheer force of canine will, Susie would be there. She lived 17 years in increasing pain and suffering, and almost to the end she would kill the giant rats and bury them neatly aligned in my sister's sand box. My sister would put up rows of little crosses until that great getting up morning came and their stinking corpses were hauled away to rat heaven (the big city garbage dump!) When Susie stopped killing rats my father decided it was time to put her down without even bothering to tell us. I came came home from college and found her gone. I've missed her ever since. On the Fourth Night of Guanxi it is said that one gets to visit with all of one's dogs (and birds). I'm looking forward to that.
The next best thing would be nude hockey with sharpened skates, but damnall chance of that until we get some black men on the ice. I don't think Jesse has gone to work on the 'Hawks yet.
Roller Ball would be good. So would that tilt-table thing with spikes on Flash Gordon. Light Saber dueling could make it, especially in weightlessness. And then there's shooting womprats down at the dump.
Please leave football alone alone until we come up with something really good, like asteroid hunting with thermonuclear rifles. |
