Some of you may think that I don’t seem like a big sports guy, because I make fun of everything. How could an awesome and intelligent person like me numb my personality down enough to stare at grown men running around and touching each other for three hours straight? Well first, I would like to mention that I only like really manly sports like hockey and football. I also only watch the professionals. I’m not the type of guy to devote my life to following people’s high school and college sports careers because I’m straight and not a creepy scumbag. With that being said there are plenty of things about sports that annoy me to the point that I begin questioning my sports loyalties.
I’ve gotten to the point now where I can’t talk sports with other people, or participate in any type of online sports forum. I just can’t do it. I used to visit a forum for my favorite football team and it ended up being one of the driving forces in my ever increasing hate for society. After every loss the message board would be filled up with posts saying “We’re terrible, fire all coaches, trade every player, start over!”, and after every win the board would be filled with posts saying “Yes, we’re the best, we can make it to the Super Bowl!”. Overreaction by a bunch of idiots with nothing else in their lives except football. They’re really just grown children and not in a fun, cool, playful way, like me. Their brand of man-child is primarily tantrum and insecurity based and it should be, because they’re fucking idiots.
Sports fans also have a tendency to think they’re part of the action. They get all riled up and ready to get unnecessarily physical in one way or another. Here’s some video evidence of people watching boxing and thinking they’re automatically tough for just being there.
Sort of in the same vein as the video above, I also despise ultra competitive douches that sports attract. They think that just because they wear their team’s jersey every day that they are actually part of the team. This delusion breeds screaming and general loudness directed towards the television. It annoys me when I’m walking down the street when a sporting event is on and I hear people in their house screaming for their team. You can usually spot these houses by the gigantic team flags they have flying off of their house.
I’m also not a big fan of fake names. For instance, if your team is playing their biggest rival they usually call the rival by some not-so-clever name like the New England Cheatriots, Buffalo Jills or Dallas Cowgirls. As you’ve probably noticed, most have them are set up to look like girls names. Oh snap! How clever! These guys haven’t came up with an original insult since they were five years old, and even then, they probably got it from overhearing their father on Sundays. Douchebaggery passed down from generation to generation.
Don’t get me wrong, I still get excited when my favorite sports teams are doing well, and some games can be legitimately exciting, but can’t we just calm down and act like adults? Am I supposed to feel ashamed when your team beats mine, like everything about you is legitimately better than me? These people must feel like it’s the only thing they are good at in their lives, being a fan of a winning sports organization. It’s sort of like thinking that you’re a genius businessman because you win the lottery.
I complain, yet I’m still going to have favorite teams, and hope they do well. I realize this seems hypocritical bashing sports fans when I’m one myself. Sort of like how every time I travel somewhere I end up complaining about how stupid tourists are, when I myself am a tourist.The best I can do is root for my favorite teams in the most classy and adult way possible. I’ll drink wine and smoke a fine cigar while possibly even wearing a beret and a monocle. Plus, being composed when there’s 50 jackasses around you hopping up and down, screaming like elephant rape victims, really attracts the ladies.
In an attempt to get a variety of new content on this site for you to giggle uncontrollably at I’ve started a new thing. It’s called “Dream Interpretation“. Here’s what the page for it says:
We’ve all had ridiculous dreams at some point in our lives. Maybe you’ve had reoccurring monster dreams as a child, or reoccurring dreams where you bang ugly chicks, as an adult. Either way, it’s scientifically proven that crazy dreams are significant to the development of our lives (allegedly). Whether it be foreshadowing an upcoming event, a message from someone in the spirit realm, or just something intriguing that you can tell someone, hopefully blow their mind, and then con them into sleeping with you.
Regardless, you deserve to know the truth about what dreams are trying to tell you. Luckily, I’m pretty damn good with this whole dream interpretation thing and am willing to help you out.
So I urge you to head over to the Dream Interpretation page and fill out the form.
Also, I just added some icons in the sidebar to the right where you can subscribe to my RSS feed, follow me on Twitter, and join the Absurdly Awesome Facebook group type thing.
I should also mention that I recently added an “Archive” page that lists every single one of my blogs. I’ve known some people to read through every one of my posts and this should make it much easier to navigate that amazing feat.
Right now I’m writing about two posts a week, but if you start submitting Dream Interpretations, and Ask Josh questions that number will likely increase. That’s also why you should help promote this site in any way you can. More people visiting and submitting means more content for you to read, and I get fucking famous. That’s an amazing three step plan that cannot fail.
As always, if you have any ideas for new segments, anything that will help the site, multi-million dollar writing offers, or boob pictures, use my Contact form.
Alright, that’s enough self promotion for now. Check back in a day or two when I return to my regular amount of genius.
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