I hate sports. All sports. Now while most people think that's very odd, it actually isn't. There are manymillions of men and women who have no interest in sports. They just don't get to be heard because our country and others are obsessed with who can play children's games more successfully. Sports fans never question whether a man who can hit a ball with a stick should make 15 million dollars a year, or why a super tall person who can drop a basketball into a net is proclaimed a legend. Even stupider they don't complain about having to pay excessive ticket prices to see these one-trick ponies make $50,000 for an afternoon's exertion. While sedentary fans are living vicariously, club owners are laughing their asses off at the morons who are paying through the nose for tickets and even being taxed to build their stadiums. Talk about costly stadiums and paying to travel for the thrill of watching strangers doing their athletic versions of plate twirlng, this week is really annoying because of the Olympics in Rio, which I have already noted is nothing more than an international pissing contest. I can't imagine why anyone cares who ran the fastest, jumped the highest, did the most flips, or used the most steroids. Interestingly the news today is proclaiming that Michael Phelps has won his 20th Gold Medal. Naturally sports fans who subscribe to the "We won" school of illogical thinking feel the achievement is theirs. Is it even an achievement when so many physiologists have proclaimed Phelps a biomechanical freak of nature who is practically designed to be as much fish as man? Who knows? Who cares? This infantile obsession will continue. Persons of no significant value will be extravagantly overpaid. And people like me—and there are many—will always be subject to the boorish strangers who always ask you something stupid like, "Hey. How about that game?"
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