Posted by Gravecat at 7:15 pm under Rants. Comments (3)
One of the downsides of living in an apartment building just across the road from a large, public park is — unfortunately — the tendency for incomprehensible gatherings of crew-cut youths clad in bright colours and their beer-gut-and-Budweiser parents in tow, two screaming babies in a pram and another in the oven. Yes, I’m referring to the unfortunate but inevitable occurrences of football games — soccer, as the Americans call it — which in itself would not be a big problem, if not for the fact that it both attracts and largely consists of club-headed neanderthals who appear to display a worrying lack of self-control, leading to what I can only describe as some of the most hoarse, vehement shouting forcing its way out of their Lambert & Butler tar-coated throats.
It’s not just this, though, but any occurrence of this inexplicably dull sport which seems to evoke the most primive and violent natures from these already low-brow plebians. Going anywhere near a public place before, during, or after any kind of match which seems to hold some ridiculous significance to these simians is practically a death sentence, due to their unfortunate nature to riot furiously and violently if “their” team loses the game, a haze of bloodlust hanging over them like a cloud. Similarly, if the team they “support” — and I use that word in the loosest manner possible — wins a game, they seem equally overcome with primal fury, destroying and fighting everything in their path as their uncontrollable wrath leaves broken windows and empty beer cans in its wake. This, perhaps, is the most bizarre aspect of the whole experience, as if every fan is simply a ticking time-bomb, waiting for the moment to explode in bestial anger regardless of the game’s outcome!
I can’t even begin to understand why sports of most kinds tend to bring out the worst, most primal and aggressive natures of ordinarily air-brained yet harmless peons — though it mostly seems to focus around the more physical of sports, ones that involve a lot of running, since I’ve rarely heard of a chess riot, or police being called in to deal with enraged snooker fans.
Truth be told, though, that’d be quite hilarious to observe.
(Image courtesy of my blogging compadre, Gorse.)
Churchwood — May 20th, 2010 @ 7:54 pm
People can’t control their adrenal glands, and I think that has a lot to do with it. They become addicted to the high of the rush of hormones, so they keep seeking it out, and therefore put themselves in situations where they’re more apt to lose control. The rest is behavioral, since they become so addicted to the experience that they actually WANT said control to be lost.
I really wish people would learn to overcome their biological programming, at least just a little bit. We can’t control everything, but these folks can obviously make more of an effort than they currently are. At least, I like to think so, otherwise we’re all doomed until the species begins to evolve further…
Churchwood — May 20th, 2010 @ 7:55 pm
Also, lol at that picture. I just noticed it.
Gravecat — May 22nd, 2010 @ 3:40 pm
Mmm, I suppose that does make some sense, but it just drives the nails deeper as it proves my point that most of these people are little more than drooling cavemen driving expensive cars, and seem to make no effort whatsoever to rise above that rather pathetic existence.