23-12-2024, 20:50
(This post was last modified: 23-12-2024, 20:52 by St Charles Owl.)
I have never watched the darts, it’s not on TV over here and I never watched it when I lived in the UK, but what you describe here is your top line Boxing events, WWE wrestling or the MMA events from Vegas!! It also describes in part most sports, Raiders football or Christmas games in the NFL, Xmas Day NBA games, LIV golf, short cricket games such as the 20/20 and even a lot of aspects of football. Sport brings out the testosterone in a lot of men, and even some women, always has and probably always will.
I never played any sports at any real level, I took part but wasn’t any good at them aside from recreational versions. I do love watching it though, I love the anticipation, the drama, the sheers joy in a goal or winning and perversely even the lows of defeat!! It more often than not reflects the rough edges of society or at the very least gives us an opportunity to expose those traits in public!! Always remember as a young lad going to Hillsborough with my Dad and always remember that he would swear at the ref or the players, nothing really coarse in terms of swear words but swearing all the same. It was his release from life as a whole, as place where he could vent without any real conviction nor with any real consequences!! I still to a degree cherish that, and when at games I find myself instinctively jumping up every so often to claim a foul or berate a ref, it’s not become my release as I only get passionate like that at Wednesday games, but that is the only place my heart and emotions come to the surface when it comes to sport.
I never played any sports at any real level, I took part but wasn’t any good at them aside from recreational versions. I do love watching it though, I love the anticipation, the drama, the sheers joy in a goal or winning and perversely even the lows of defeat!! It more often than not reflects the rough edges of society or at the very least gives us an opportunity to expose those traits in public!! Always remember as a young lad going to Hillsborough with my Dad and always remember that he would swear at the ref or the players, nothing really coarse in terms of swear words but swearing all the same. It was his release from life as a whole, as place where he could vent without any real conviction nor with any real consequences!! I still to a degree cherish that, and when at games I find myself instinctively jumping up every so often to claim a foul or berate a ref, it’s not become my release as I only get passionate like that at Wednesday games, but that is the only place my heart and emotions come to the surface when it comes to sport.