I had a bunch of interesting thoughts yesterday. But I didn’t write them down and can only remember one of them:
Following sports is a symptom of lack of purpose (just like all other entertainment created and designed to distract). It is easier to give meaning to something that, to be honest, has no meaning, than it is to take action that gives meaning to our lives.
“Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.” – George Orwell, “The Sporting Spirit”
“So long as they (the Proles) continued to work and breed, their other activities were without importance. Left to themselves, like cattle turned loose upon the plains of Argentina, they had reverted to a style of life that appeared to be natural to them, a sort of ancestral pattern…Heavy physical work, the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbors, films, football, beer and above all, gambling filled up the horizon of their minds. To keep them in control was not difficult.” – George Orwell, 1984