I’d be willing to bet good money that a graph charting the popularity of organized religion over the last 100 years is inversely proportional to a graph charting the popularity of commercial and collegiate team sports.
But hey man, whatever floats your boat. I’m not judging you.
Whether you are chatting up your imaginary friend or cheering on your imaginary teammates (WE didn’t “miss our three-pointers”, a bunch of genetic freaks did while you watched), I really don’t give a fuck as long as you don’t try to waste my time in addition to yours.
The point that the legendary Dennis Reynolds once made about people’s dreams also holds true when it comes to watching sports.
That is – watching team sports is like looking through a stack of someone else’s photos. If I’m not in any of them and no one is having sex, i just don’t care.
