I used to be an enormous sports fan. Most American men in the last century have been.
However from Generation-X onward with ESPN and then the internet at our fingertips, we began to let sports run far too much of our lives.
Men started building man caves where other men they don’t know were put on pedestals. Instead we should have been building large families.
From about age 7 into my adulthood, sports were my passion. Then when Michael Jordan retired from the Chicago Bulls after 1998 I lost interest in the NBA.
Watching players act like assholes on the field dancing after 5 yard catches drove me away from the NFL about a decade ago. Dick Vitale’s stupid rants pushed me away from college hoops much earlier.
I stuck with college football a while until I was made aware in this video that my once beloved Fightin’ Irish of Notre Dame were all bullshit. Yup, the golden dome was tarnished in 1960 when the university got in bed with the Rockefellers and eugenics. I learned how this was instrumental to the liberalization of the Catholic Church.
So, Touchdown Jesus and Our Lady of Victory were all for show. At least I still had my Bronx Bombers. The 27 time World Series champions were built on pride and tradition.
But the pride went by the wayside as less and less players wanted to hustle and tradition was sacrificed to sodomites with LGBT celebrations.
I was never too big on hockey, but if I were to attend a team sporting event today it would be the NHL where players are still basically respectful, law abiding and willing to play hurt.
Combat sports still grab my attention. Whether it be boxing, college wrestling or mixed martial arts, the participants are rarely in legal trouble in comparison to team athletes and they make real sacrifices facing real fears for our entertainment.
I have not missed sports at all. To be honest I hope most of them get cancelled as long as working stiffs are put out of regular business.
Who knows? Maybe some of these divas have to look for regular jobs or actually pay to go to Florida State.
When I look back on my sports fanaticism beyond say age 25, my behavior and mindset were often extremely beta.
Let me count off the ways:
1-Binging on booze and bad food for hours on end resulting in blackout and elevated guilt and estrogen levels.
2-Keeping photos and signatures of strange men on display in my home.
3-Funding millionaires who refuse to run 90 feet or play with injuries that don’t keep me out of the gym in the form of tickets, overpriced beer, parking and television ratings.
4-Providing free advertising for billion dollar corporations by wearing team logos who take my money with no guaranteed return.
5-Losing Hours of sleep over a bad loss making me less productive at work and the gym.
6-Being annoyed by having to attend a family wedding or funeral during a playoff game. As fictional alpha male Vito Corleone said, a man who doesn’t spend time with his family can never be a real man.
7-Crazed outbursts at a television or at the stadium scaring families half to death and raising my own cortisol levels lowering testosterone.
8-Continuously dialing into and waiting on hold for radio hosts to take my call so I could get my point in.
9-Allowing beta broadcasters to lie to me or withhold information about what’s right in front of me. How many times did I hear about a guy turning on the jets into second ignoring the fact that busting it out of the box would have easily placed him on third?
How often did I hear some pandering broadcaster mention off the field issues as a reason for a player’s prolonged absence like he was taking care of an elderly relative rather than hearing that he assaulted someone with a weapon?
You know what you call a man who lets other men lie to him and keeps coming back for more? BETA!
10-Reliving certain moments, especially losses in my mind like the 2004 American League Championship Series when the Yanks blew a 3 games-to-none lead rather than focusing on something productive like starting a blog.
11-Arranging vacation time around possible playoff runs rather than going out and having real tangible experiences that I could be writing about. Shit, there were even times I turned down sex for sports. BETA!
12-Finally the worst: I was never a guy who wore jerseys much. Those were only for going to “big games” (what a tool). But you know what you call a man in his 40s wearing a t-shirt with another man’s name on the back? BETA!
I am not advocating gambling but at least gamblers have some skin in the game.
If you still miss and enjoy your sportsball, be happy and watch.
However, if it has any control over your mood, interactions with others or how you live your life you are allowing yourself to be a beta male just like I was. Talk soon.
-Marksman
PS: Conservative talk show host Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson has declared August Men’s History Month. I suppose since every little race, and gender (real or not) needs their own month, it’s only right that the first created and stronger sex have a month to celebrate our contribution to civilization.
So, Happy Men’s History Month fellas!