From the good gents at Penny Arcade:
"In any case, this will be the last time I invest myself in a game where I have no power to determine the outcome. I really feel a need to emphasize the distinction between this and the sort of game that usually occupies my time. When I feel the kind of plundered devastation I felt on Sunday, there is usually a "learning phase" that follows it. It's the first step in a process, a chain of well-documented events which culminates in the expulsion self-doubt and leaves as the remainder the possibility of future victory. Provided, of course, that I have internalized the deep wisdom presented by the universe - taken the yoke of that strange intellect which courses through defeat."
This sums up precisely my issue with televised sports. You watch, someone wins, someone loses, and networks get paid. There is no phase of this process in which you actively participate.
In any kind of gaming (electronic, athletic, board, etc.), if you get your butt whipped, there's something you can do about that.
I watched the first half of the Super-Dee-Duper Bowl. Glimpsed the second half.
Then I sat down to play a game of Memory against Kate.
She beat me soundly. The kid has a photographic memory when it comes to cards laid out in a grid.
I think I'm going to need to start practicing Memory on my lunch breaks.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
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True that! Mindless, non-interactive dribble. Actually, football, from what I hear, is interactive: you get drunk and become an arm-chair coach yelling at brutish, adrenal gladiators crushing one another for the adoration of thousands of fans. Did I miss anything?
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