DJEver Notice? LXIX
2nd January 2012
Freeberg is not afraid to ask the hard questions.
Mkay, I’m gonna go ahead and say it. I just don’t get football.
Football fans seem to be driven by a constant frenzied hunger, starved out of their minds, for something I get to “enjoy” in a greater abundance than any sane man could possibly want: The frustration of holding a stake in something that is being managed by someone failing to keep your confidence. What is it with that? Are they not put in this situation in their everyday lives? Or is it one of those things that, the more you get of it, the more you want? Kind of a weird, Stockholm-syndrome masochist whip-me-beat-me-make-me-write-bad-checks thing?
I can watch football for about five minutes, and then I get bored — pretty much on a par with watching flocks of birds maneuver as they fly south for the winter. ‘Huh. That’s pretty neat. Wonder how they do that?’ And then on to something more central to my life.