In the Guardian today, once you get past the bizarre belief that we are suffering post-Olympic blues – why, FFS? – there is a considerable amount of bitching about sport in the comments, one guy even claiming he was made to feel a pariah because he doesn’t like sport – I’ll come back to that
I have no interest in sport either (as I explained in this post), but I sure as hell don’t feel a pariah as a result – why should I? Nobody cares how I feel about sport and, even if they did – well, I suppose they do now – what’s it to me? Not liking sport is allowed.
Nobody is forcing anyone to watch sport ,or even follow it in the papers (though you could, I suppose, be forgiven for feeling differently at times). Ignore it – go read a book, or several, listen to a radio station that doesn’t care about sport – there are plenty, especially online. Likewise there are plenty of sport-free TV channels – I’ve not seen a moment of the Olympics on TV, except for the occasional ad. Not because I tried to avoid it, but simply because I didn’t seek it out.
And if you do stumble across it when reading the paper, skip it, nobody is making you read about it. The football season will soon be upon us, feel free to ignore that too. I shall, as always, because I feel that any game involving a ball is a serious and insanely expensive waste of human endeavour. I accept that others feel differently but, hey, nobody’s perfect.
Someone calling themselves Bluebirch, in the Guardian, has it entirely wrong – not liking sport is not indicative of a closed mind, rather, it’s indicative of one that feels it has better things to do. Some people might disagree, and say that there is nothing better than sport. That might hold true for them, but for me, and the rest of us who loathe sport, it most certainly does not, and for us there’s an infinity of very much better things to do with our time. Each to their own.
I do appreciate what it took for the Olympians to reach the standard they displayed over the past few weeks, and I did keep an eye on the medals table, yet it seems impossible for the likes of Bluebirch to comprehend that some people have no interest in watching them perform – that, to me, is more indicative of a closed mind. (And I have participated, by the way – I was an excellent archer before illness and injury put me out.)
But, all things considered, the best thing anyone who doesn’t like sport can do is not whine about it, because you will never change the minds of the sports–obsessed (which mostly, in this country, means football–obsessed). Sport isn’t going to go away – so just disregard it.
Preferably quietly. The only possible way you can become a pariah is by constantly pissing people off by bitching about sport – so don’t, because you won’t change anything – sport, and more specifically, football, rather than religion, has become Marx’s “opium of the people”.