What is with the fascination of Sports? It is just a bunch of overpaid men fighting over a fucking ball. Win or Lose how does it impact one’s life?
Growing up I wasn’t allowed to play sports because of all the competitive assholes who would toss me to the side so they could win. They say that sports teach people life lessons, however the main lesson that isn’t taught is that even people who aren’t good at sports should be allowed to play to have fun.
I don’t understand how one enjoys themselves watching other people play. It would be like going to a friends house just to watch them play video games. Don’t tell me that you wouldn’t want to grab the controller from them and play too.
Sports is just a giant waste of time and money.
Just because you could care less about football doesn’t mean you should have the audacity to trash the integrity of the sport. By that logic, soccer/futbol is just the same; a bunch of “overpaid” men or women arguing for a simple ball. Same with baseball. Same with hockey, just with a puck and gore on th ice. And if you knew a simple lesson in economics, they’re overpaid because of supply and demand. There’s only 32 quarterbacks in the NFL, but there’s such a high demand for them that they get paid millions upon millions by the billion-dollar NFL organization. People look to sports as an escape from reality, just like how the fucking “otherkin” utilizes Tumblr to escape from the “oppressive” and “manspreading” urges of the patriarchy. And no, watching football on the television is not comparable with watching someone play videogames. If I was offered to play on the Denver Broncos, I would completely refuse because I’d get crushed to death from the inexperience, as opposed to playing videogames that has no risks to it.
Sports is just a waste of time and money? By that logic, movies and TV shows, shit that Tumblr obsesses over with, are a waste of time and money to make too. Orange Is The New Black? House? Hell, throw in Jessica Jones and Daredevil as well! All these TV shows contribute nothing to the economy other than connect a wide audience together and form a new cultural heritage! But wait, sport teams do that as well, shocker. Those Marvel movies are a waste of time and money by your logic, because all I can do is watch the movie without the ability to physically interact with it.
Being obsessed with a book or TV show is perfectly equivalent with being obsessed with sports. You feel a wide range of emotions, from intense anger to prolonged sadness when your team loses games, to fulfilling happiness and excitement when your team wins games, and you have the ignorant audacity to say that sports cannot impact one’s life. Each person is raised differently, and some people are raised as sports fans at an early age. Just like how Superman and Batman were inspirational figures for some of us as children, others look up to athletes because they are shining examples of class and respect. These athletes and sports organizations allocate their money for donation, helping those who can barely find food on the table, and you still say that sports is a goddamn waste of money. I could care less if you care about the Super Bowl, the FIFA World Cup, or any sporting event, but when you disregard and trash any sport that emotionally and physically impacts millions upon millions of people, you can kindly keep your head in your gaping ass because it would be beneficial for the rest of mankind to have your asshole muffle any sound coming from your mouth.
It doesn’t really matter that the stranger had… what sort of badge was that? – Curtis took a longer moment than he usually would trying to figure out if and where he’d seen something like that before. No luck. And then the stranger was talking again and Curtis resumed his air of bitter disinterest.
Until the children were mentioned. Eyes were on him but Curtis looked away quickly, down and between two invisible points. Thinking. An almost panicked reaction, and one impossible to be missed, but still Curtis set his jaw and looked back.
“Obnoxious isn’ the word I would use for us– not after the treatment that caused any sort of… alarming actions.
– Most people won’t want to talk to you here.“
DeWitt nearly chuckled out of random amusement from the man’s curiosity at the gilded piece of metal he held out from his chest. Was the outside world already forgotten? Theaccidental.. icycatastrophe decades ago almost seemed like yesterday, or even just an hour ago. Maybe it was just in here, where memories of the past were blurred by the immense desire to barely survive. But even at the front of the train, the distracted folk – all of them – neglect any need for knowledge when all they needed was the train. Their god.
“ Terrible conditions, cannibalism, … eating fucking cricket protein bars.. yeah, that ain’t obnoxious at all– tell me, pal, I saw the spark in your eyes. Both of them. What do you know? “
ooc; – for those in college, how do you manage to maintain a blog and keep up with classes? i’d hate to neglect this blog again, since college for me starts in.. two months. holy damn.
&. Mr. b was gone, he had left her, fell to the ground & became an angel, leaving her with no where to run, & so she had bolted, assuming that the ‘baddies’ were lurking near her protector’s corpse. Her speed had slowly decreased, now just wandering through the hall, holding that same glowing needle to her chest, she had to find a vent, it was the only way she would survive.
At the sound of his voice she jumped, glowing hues frantically searching for the source, there was a baddie here, she was sure of it, he was trying to draw her out with lies,lies of him not attempting to harm her, she wasn’t going to believe it.
That voice. Though it was more of a terrified yell. Definitely a little sister in here.. hiding..? Booker almost chuckled upon hearing ‘baddie’. It would’ve been almost adorable if it weren’t for the high, scared shriek in the girl’s voice.
Momentarily stopping in his tracks, he resumed his pace, now searching for the lost– oh, there she was! Booker was quick on his feet, hoping his torn dress shoes didn’t splatter against the standing puddles around. The poor girl was racing for something, maybe an escape from him. A tall, intimidating man, it was absolutely absurd to even try showing affection– But he tried anyway.
“ I promise I won’t hurt you! Just– just let me help! “
-pushes Booker moodily out of his way in the hall like a middle school bully-
DeWitt brushed the dust off his pants after barely catching himself from falling. His immediate glare beamed at the other male, recognizing the all too familiar bastard of a surgeon.
“ Maybe a new fucking prescription for glasses is needed, doc. I’d look into that. “
