Sunday, February 01, 2004
Rather than follow the Great American Multitudes and watch the Super Bowl, I’ve decided to head to the seminary library and work on some homework. I realize that this choice puts me at odds with most of my friends and seemingly all of America, but I’m just not much of a football watching guy. Too many grown men seem to live vicariously through the lives of their favorite sports teams, with their moods and conversation ever dictated by the actions and on-field performance of a few incredibly over-paid yet highly gifted athletes.It seems to me something of a historical anomaly. I could be wrong on this, but my understanding is that the great athletes of the past were more than “just” athletes, but warriors. Did the Greek games feature men who did nothing but practice their particular sport all year long, or did the participants come from military backgrounds? I’m not sure, but I think it’s the latter. In any case, I remain fairly positive that modern culture has given birth to the concept of “professional athlete.” Whether that is tainting the notion of a given sport’s purity is up to you. As for me, however, the Typical American Male’s obsession with professional (or college, high school, etc.) sports remains a profound mystery, a sealed room with no keyhole through which to peep.