Hate me. I like Elon Musk. Before he came along I didn’t know first principles to asking questions. Like why are these guys down there on this field, why is where the ball is such a fuss. And why on earth dumb people shill even dumber stuff to a nation that landed on the Moon, invented macs and drives rovers on Mars.
I totally do not oppose dogs doing it
Now imagine you are that stranger, day after day you show up to a field and you chase that ball. 24/7 your entire capable life, all the dexterity of your body, all your ambitions are focused on chasing a ball. The same rules, the same routine everyday.
We have athletic fields and basketball courts all over New York City. It's part of the street culture. It's an actual culture and community. I see kids after school and Wall Street guys kick and play ball after work and on weekends. It's awesome. Exercise the body, hand eye coordination, charge some dopamine, get fresh air. It builds communities. I stop to watch them sometimes.
It's great for kids to play sports and students and I totally approve of amateur sports, maybe semi-professional-amateur and I kind of like the Olympics in principle.
But I cannot understand having a grown man invest a lifetime in chasing a ball. How could that be the ambition of a life, every dog does that even better.
Yes, I approve of dogs chasing balls but not for a living
And I cannot understand wasting an afternoon watching a stranger chase after a ball, especially a group of millionaires. Yeah maybe it's worth seeing it once just as a curiosity, but cheering on a grown man running down the field day after day without any life purpose, and watching tons of commercials as a side dish it's just unfathomable to me.
It sounds like a prison sentence without a trial. You're basically stuck at that vicious circle for at least a decade of the most fruitful time of your life. I can understand if it's just a you know kind of a side gig but I cannot imagine chasing a ball professionally on a field.
I'm open to horses doing it?
But grown men in heir prime.
I'm going to organize a clapping and cheering day for New York City street cleaners. They do a very useful and very awesome job. They need to be cheered on at a Super-Bowl.
But for the ball chasers there's no excuse.
Get a real job
And by the way all the watchers of the super bowl are waiting for commercials to tell them what to think.
Hey I'm going to watch a bowl of cereal tell me all the truth about planet Earth and then I'm going to set my course in life based on a box of crackers that may not be made almost entirely of Monsanto crap and chemical shavings.
How about I'm going to wait for an independent artist with an army of 10,000 marketers and sound mixers, and a corporate boardroom on corrosive drinks, to tell me what to feel watch say or how to live.
I'm also going to set my course in life based on complete strangers who for some reason have chosen a life of pretending to have a profession in front of a camera and have doubles do the real work, especially thinking.