Why Are People So Obsessed With Sports?

This is just something I am wondering about. What is with the ridiculous love for sports? I don’t mind people enjoying watching sports at all. But leave it at that. But they don’t. Sports are like the bane of our existence, for people are so neurotic about them, as if nothing else in the world matters.

How many violent actions have come out of people simply liking a team that another person hates? And heaven forbid if they say something negative about their favorite teams. I mean, people are murdered over this kind of crap, and I just can’t understand why. Who cares if someone hates a team you love? What does that matter in the slightest? What does that teams success even mean to all these spectators? I have the answer right here…ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!

None of these sports fanatics have anything to gain from a team they root for winning out their season. People who place bets do, but most of the time, I’ve seen people are far more upset that their favorite team lost rather than the fact that they just lost $500, which is truly baffling to me.

I’ve been told from many people that they gain bragging rights. Great…really good answer. People are killing one another over bragging rights. But guess what? You don’t get bragging rights. What could you possibly have to brag about?

What…do people going around saying, “Ha Ha, I decided to like a team that won the championship. You stupid losers picked the wrong team to cheer for.”

Wow guys, good job, brag that up, really, you earned it.

Seriously, they aren’t playing for the team, they don’t coach the team, they are associated virtually in no way with the teams they would kill and die for. All they do is add to the athletes already way too high salaries.

Seriously, they play a game and make more in one season than everyone in my community will make combined in our lifetimes.

But that is besides the point. All I am wondering is why people are so frickin’ crazy about it. Football fans being by far the worst that I’ve seen. And going with that, the Super Bowl is the biggest over-hyped ridiculous thing I have ever witnessed. It’s a stupid football game dragged out to be four times longer than it needs to be. And everybody every year raves about how great the commercials are. I’ve gone to my brothers super bowl party the past three years (for the delicious food, I couldn’t care less about the game) and I’ve seen a few of the commercials, and I’ve got to say, they are really, really dumb. They all try too hard to be funny, and most of the jokes seem to be geared towards people with the sense of humor of a fifth grader. I don’t know, it might just be me. If you like the commercials, than more power to you.

While watching sports, I’ve seen people punch holes in their walls, smash bowls over their heads, cry, freak out like someone just ran over their child, scream themselves hoarse out of excitement or rage so they can’t talk right for days, and I just can’t understand why. It just is so pointless.

Again, it’s great if you watch sports, but for the love of God, settle down, because other than a quick bit of entertainment, it has no meaning or purpose in your life. None. At all. Accept it. And I use the term “entertainment” loosely, for I find watching sports almost as dull as watching people play video games. In other words, my God is it boring. But that is just my personal opinion. Just like it’s my own personal opinion if I think your favorite team sucks. Get over it, you don’t need to fight me over it, for our opinions are insignificant in that matter.

And let it be known, I don’t hate sports. I will play any sport if a game presents itself, but that’s just it. I would rather play them, not watch them.

And holy crap, sports is all anyone and everyone talks about, all year long and it drives me nuts. One of the first things I’m generally asked when meeting new people is “So, who do you like?” Not, “do you watch sports,” or “do you like soccer?” or something related to that. Just who do I like. At first, I was very confused by this question, but now I know they are always asking what teams I like. And a lot of people ask these questions so apprehensively, as if they are afraid I am going to name a team that they hate, so that even though we just met, we are going to have to throw down for not liking the same teams. And when I tell them I don’t follow any sports, they look as if I either slapped them across the face or told them I was a transgender engaged to a rhinoceros. How dare I not participate in the beloved covenant that is observing sports!

And the worst part…I mean the absolute WORST part is how people talk about sports. Instead of saying the Yankees, or the Cardinals or Giants or what have you, they refer to their team as “we.”

For example, a typical conversation I hear everyday sounds something like this.

“We are playing the Giants on Sunday. It might be tough, but I think we can beat them. Then we’ll have to play the Reds in the playoffs, which means we will be in really great shape. That is exactly where we need to be. It will be smooth sailing from there on.”

Oh really? And here I thought you were just a guy who works in the dairy department at a food store. I had no idea you played for the Patriots in the evenings. Play real hard for me, will you? Your teams success is banking on it!

That’s all I have to say about it I guess. People can gladly enjoy their sports, but just remember, you don’t play for the team, hurting others, yourselves or property is quite unnecessary, and at the end of the day, you are really just watching a bunch of people living far better lives than you ever will.

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