
Okay... I USED to be one of those guys who hated sports.
Having grown up as an uncoordinated, unathletic art-nerd, I simply had very little interest in them. Oh, I like playing softball with a group of friends and for a while I even got into volleyball (stunningly, I discovered that while I was inept in all other aspects of the game, I - shockingly - had a killer serve).
But as for watching and following professional sports... I dunno, it just never seemed like a priority.
Of course, having grown up around a lot of country-bumpkin trailer-trash-tornado-bait-rednecks, I can very vividly recall being alienated for my lack of interest in sports... I've always found it ironic that - among the vast unwashed - if you don't embrace a passtime that involves voyeuristically watching big, muscly men run around in alpha-male-enhancing Freudian costumes and jump all over each other, this somehow made you "queer".
And, of course, being "queer" brought on all sorts of bullying from the beefhead sons of petty larsonists that made up the vast majority of my classmates at school.
Like so many overly-sensitive-tortured-artists-in-the-making, I blamed sports and - like so many pretentious-wanna-be-art-geniuses, I
Over the years, however, I've shed that resentment. I'm still not 'into' sports per se, but I "get it." I get the excitement of the competition and gladitorial blah blah blah (I'm particularly fond of Hockey - but don't ask me to quote a bunch of statistics or have strong opinions about any of it... I just like watching it... especially when there's bloodshed).
Somewhere during my last couple of senior years in college, I realized that hating sports simply because lots of stupid people love it isn't fair to the sports in general. Lots of stupid people drive cars, too... that doesn't mean I'm gonna start walking everywhere. If I were to reject absolutely everything that is embraced by stupid people, I'd wind up having no choice but to go off into the mountains somewhere and become a hermit... and even then I'd probably come across other hermits who were stupid and pissed me off.
Ultimately, sports are no different than anything else in this world... when enjoyed responsibly with a healthy attitude, they're as legitimate as anything else.
After all... who am I to judge? I love transforming robots... you could probably make all sorts of psychoanalytical analyses about that if you wanted to. Any time anything is given unhealthy levels of priority (including one's own ego) it becomes annoying.
Anyway, these were the thoughts that inspired the cartoon below... the cartoon itself is in rough form because it was a submission for a magazine that got rejected (shortsighted bastards!), but it seemed appropriate to run the day after the Superbowl.
By the way... who won?