Time for brief bloggery before hopping the Metro to the march. (Yes, I know, another link to it....) So, a brief thing about some “sports” that I just don’t get.
I don’t get hunting. As a sport, I mean. If you need to hunt to get food, or clothing, that’s one thing. Or if you sell what you kill to others for food or clothing, yes, I see that. But I don’t get how one can go out and track down and kill furry animals... for fun.
I don’t get target shooting, as a sport. It seems to me to be no more than practice for shooting other things. If one wants to hone skill at hitting a target, why not use a bow and arrow? Why not darts? Why a loud, powerful mechanical thing? Does it help one feel like a “man”?
I don’t get boxing. Two people beating each other senseless while a crowd around them watches and cheers, and cheers all the louder when one of them is knocked down or bloodied. Anyone who does for for any length of time is likely to have some level of brain damage from it. And the spectators are safe in their seats with their beers.
I don’t get watching car racing. I see how it’d be fun to be a race driver, but watching it? They go ’round and ’round in ovals, and the spectators seem to be waiting for someone to crash and burn. That seems to be the point of it: hoping for a spectacular crash. Much like watching an “action film”, and there it is: the car-chase scene!
I guess it’s that I don’t get our need for mayhem. If it were a release, which eliminated the need to act it out for real, I’d say “Great, better that way.” But it isn’t, it doesn’t. And I don’t get it.