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Date: 14 August 2005 20:35:24
Sport. There, I've said it. Sport. Or perhaps more accurately, Philosophy of Sport. I've been trying to think what my attitude to it all is and I've come to the firm conclusion that I haven't got a clue what to think. Sure sport has it's pleasures, in June I was on cloud 9 (which as any meteorologist will tell you only ever appears over Istanbul once in a blue (red?) moon), the lovely Paula nodding her way to another Gold medal, etc, etc. In fact I've participated myself....and inhaled. The peak of my career coming at the tender age of 15 (I peaked too early) being 5 wins in a day at a Swindon track meet (100m, 200m, 400m relay, long and triple jump). Signed photos available on request. Or maybe it's all just a big diversion from the things which really matter. But what if all the weekend wannabee Rooney's up and down the country did something useful with their time instead of feeding their egos with endless attempts to chip the keeper from the half-way line? I wonder what would happen if, just as a social experiment, 200,000 18-30 year old males did a couple of hours of community service at the weekend instead of hacked at each others shins. Enough of the preaching. Been thinking about why our government is sooo keen on sport since, oh, let me see, umm, about May '97. Perhaps as an attempt to keep everyone so busy and knackered that we never have time to ask the questions which will reveal to us how we are being £ucked each and every day of our lives? It's just like Bill Hicks said, all the drugs which do nothing for you (nicotine, alchohol, caffeine, McDonalds, Coke) are legal, all the drugs which make you question everything and reveal to you the (mis)uses of power at an interpersonal, local, regional, and national level, they're all illegal. I'm sure it must all just be a coincidence. On that basis sport is just another drug.