I don't pick fights. I've long since divested myself of the time-gobbling cost of Cyber Quarrels. Debris such's yourself aren't worth the time. But when something is outrageously ridiculous, such as your post, I occasionally comment.
Yes. The analogy was
obvious. And you're obviously very proud of it, hence your defensively lashing out at my contemptuous dismissal of it.
Just because I found it
idiotic didn't mean that I didn't
understand it.
It just meant that I find your lame attempt to draw a comparison between rooting for the hard-working, dedicated Gladiators who represent New EngLand on the Field of Honor ...and characters on a Zombie Soap Opera...
pathetic.
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Man
must wage war upon Man. It is the nature of
all Beasts.
Sports are Man's way of waging War between regions with
minimal Casualties.
It's one crucial evolutionary step in our species of which I am especially proud. I am not sure that mankind as a whole entirely grasps its substitutive power
consciously, but this means of channeling and perchance
sating our warlike instincts in satisfying yet far less horrific ways speaks emphatically in our favor...and fills me with Hope for our collective Future.
But Casualties, there
are...And because every Gladiator who straps on a helmet puts himself at mortal risk, his decision, while undeniably made with full understanding of the risk and for his own gain...deserves
respect.
And the Gladiators who've played under Coach Bill The Mad (Genius) ere the last 17 years and counting have collectively displayed a previously
unheard of dedication to excellence...and to each other...and thus to their
Fans.
So, yes: I find your dismissive attitude, which compares these Gladiators who place their health at risk in pursuit of Glory and Immortality, Glory and Immortality which their true Fans share in, to characters on that Zombie Soap Opera, characters who risk nothing but ratings...a bit
flaccid.