The absurdity of sports was really bothering him now.
The idea of rooting for this team or that team.
Some group of people wearing a costume
similar to a costume
he used to react favorably to
when he was young. Or at least younger.
Some subset of super-athletes whose contracts matched.
Whose agents got along.
“You might as well root for a cloud,”
he thought.
“Or for some portion of a cloud.”
Go cumulonimbus!
Geez, one overtime loss and you go all to pieces.
All I’m saying is, that cloud should have fouled.
For some reason my mouse lately has been clicking on photos of young ladies painted in mock soccer costumes showing their country’s colors. There’s something to be said for differences.
yeah, yeah, sports dumb, me not Tarzan, you not Jane, where else can i get a $15 beer and hot dog and deal with my feelings of love for the military industrial complex?