Any Given Monday

It’s hot.

Here I was thinking that the swathes of heavy rain rolling through today would finally break this pattern of sticky, still heat, but the respite has been only very brief. It’s tropical enough that I’m wondering whether I should start growing bananas. Literally.

Today has been filled with house plans and American football… and going into work on my day off. Let’s not talk about that.

The Steelers vs Broncos game was my first real chance to sit down a watch a game this season. I did up a plate of loaded nachos for lunch – blackened corn, black bean, tons of sour cream, homemade chipotle salsa. Normally I’m a Steelers fan, but they were a bit lackluster today and wouldn’t have deserved the win. The game was a closer thing than the score reflected though.

The appeal of American football seems wholly lost on most people in New Zealand. I was chatting to an American friend of mine online (who also does not like football, because it’s so cool there that it’s deeply uncool) and pointed out that American football is so uncool here that it has passed the zenith of uncoolness and that therefore starts to make it cool for hipster douchebags like me. But in America it’s largely the realm of salivating idiots. It’s their rugby in the way that rugby is our American football… and rugby league is Australia’s American football (let’s not even get started on Aussie Rules), and soccer is England’s American football. It’s the one sport within that culture that will see a fellow fan, who respectfully disagrees with your opinion, break a bar stool over your spine.

You’d therefore think that the violent idiocy of each game would hold a certain appeal for violent idiots elsewhere, but I think people get a bit snooty about sports that they don’t really understand. Personally I like American football because it’s more planned and strategic than rugby – the coach is very involved in every player movement during actual play. It’s like playing chess with people. However rugby does indeed have more “flow” and requires its players to think and react on their own, with no coach screaming in their ear the whole time. Neither of these features make one sport inherently superior to the other – it just makes them very different and quite pointless to measure against one another. It’s like comparing ballet to architecture just because they’re both “arts”.

“What’s that? You don’t like ballet because they wear silly shoes and it doesn’t pay enough respect to Le Corbusier?… That’s nice… Would you like some nachos?”

“… Please put down that bar stool.”

 

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