I recently posted this in a fantasy baseball league. I started explaining why I chose not to do fantasy football this year, then it got out of hand! So it probably has a better place here, where I can love it and caress it. Oh, sweet, sweet blog...
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Football gives me the creeps these days. Too much fantasy crack flashbacks. I shudder when there is a game on TV.
I have these recurring dreams that include a T-Rex. Not all the time, but at least a couple times a year. Every time I see a T-Rex, say if I were to watch Jurassic Park, there is that connection. It can be pretty scary. That beast once snorted by body over, while I remained as still as possible so his motion-sensitive vision wouldn't see me. His breath smells of rotting flesh. Seems real.
A more pleasant example...When you dream about someone and see them the next day. It is like you were hanging out all night in real life. Sorta like that.
But instead of a dream, it is football seasons past. Players that made my team suck last year are like little demons that terrorize my television. GET THEM OFF, NOW!
But after a good deal of pre-season analysis and games, it is just getting to the point of annoying. And there wouldn't be Wes without the anti-. Sports does a great job of 'manufacturing consent'. It is why this country has become a bunch of infantile pansies that allow themselves to be stepped on every day. They allow their rights and country to be stripped away from them. People are getting slapped around by their pimp, then turn around and give him a blowjob.
Because they would rather look the other way, watch sports, and buy [stuff]. "I LIVE FOR THIS, MAN!"
Fantasy football only perpetuates this. What better way to keep the masses hooked on a sport, in which many would only passively follow.
Back in 2005, I had "Sunday guilt"...I just couldn't pull myself away from the games and the StatTracker. [Then there was Sunday night. And Monday night. And Tuesday through Saturday updates.] I knew I was wasting away days of my life that I would never get back... on pure garbage. Last year, I said I wouldn't do it again. I caved in and joined a league. Then I found out I was right, and shouldn't have caved. So this year, the decision was easy. Convictions are part of it. There is also a baby girl and a hellish school schedule that will leave me with little time for things like leisure-reading on my own.
Fantasy baseball is a much more difficult battle...
No one asked for this, I just started writing and couldn't stop! I am gonna go put this on my blog where it belongs. This is like George W. Bush being the keynote at a GLAAD convention.
I am not trying to make myself out to be better. However, if I could have the magical power to make everyone choose the other path (something other than mindless entertainment), I would snap my fingers and make it happen. Mindless entertainment is OK in small doses. But a continual cycle of sports seasons that never ends?
So am I personally better? No. Is the path I chose better? Yes.
Watching porn all day might be entertaining for someone, but I think we would all agree that it is unhealthy. Is there a difference? Hmmmmm....
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