Sports II

H.G. Wells imagined a world where the globalists could quietly go about their business of world dominance because the masses - that's you and me - would be too busy cheering on their local deities as they competed in gladiator-type games in giant stadiums.


I think of that when I see this commercial: it's the one where the guy's watching NFL on TV, and as he walks out of the room he grabs the TV and folds it up into a laptop, then it becomes a phone, then he arrives wherever he's going and it's a TV again. The point being that you can always be watching the NFL, no matter where, no matter what, no matter the season.


I think about it because that commercial scares me as much as Wells does.


I get the feeling sometimes that sports are hypnotizing us. I watch ESPN and think, "these are really smart people spending their whole lives analyzing boys' games played by adults." (they used to be boys' games, then college sports came along, then pros; and all of that is relatively modern). Have you ever listened to a good sports analyst? It's like listening to a scientist or an economist or any expert on a topic complex enough to be analyzed. It's really quite impressive when the person knows his stuff.


I mean, what are we doing? Aren't there worthier endeavors? Wouldn't studying the stock market bring more happiness and prosperity to humanity? Or what about teaching? If those smart guys on espn had all gotten their degrees in teaching or went on to be college professors teaching other teachers, maybe our educational woes would be less woeful. Maybe. Or what if they all gave up their sports and put their heads together to stop global warming. Is there global warming? Or are we getting colder? Yeah, they could answer those questions first. And what about time travel, or flying cars, or toilet seats that aren't cold in the morning, or pot-hole-proof roads? 

What's the opportunity cost here for humanity by having smart people commit their lives to studying sports? Think about this: just maybe, locked away in some sports analyst's head, is the cure for---sorry, gotta go. Top Ten Plays are on. 


Silly H.G. Wells.