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It can easily be said of any sport, but it's really the high-contact sports that invoke a sort of genetic memory, a hidden recollection deep within our psyche of the gladiatorial competitions our ancestors enjoyed (or perhaps participated in). Whether in the past or the present, we envision these men and women as the things we aspire to be, either literally or metaphorically.
They become an extension of our consciousness - tapping into that part of our minds that can't be controlled. That part of us that, if left unimpeded by our higher brain functions, would render us little more than feral beasts, vying for domination of our chosen territory.
Perhaps I make it seem like a negative thing, but it is in fact the contrary. We need to live vicariously through these gladiators, our champions of the modern world. Every time our team makes a great play, that sub-conscious, primal instinct to dominate the field feels satisfied that its accomplished its goal.
Or maybe I'm just over-thinking it, and we just really fucking like our chosen teams.
Actually, that makes a lot of sense. These are indeed our modern champions. Although I wouldn't necessarily say it's the contact sports, because I am even more passionate when I'm watching basketball. But it's true, we like to vicariously share those victories with our heroes.
ReplyDeleteSHUT YOUR FACE, BONZO.
DeleteAlso, I agree with this a lot, Cody. :)
But mostly, SHUT YOUR FACE, BONZO.