My thoughts on football

The Fans

I live in Wisconsin. Wisconsin loves the Packers. It's inevitable. If you spend anytime at all in Wisconsin, you're bound to see that big G everywhere you look, from tavern windows to baby onesies. Wisconsin is insane about football, more than you'd believe. If you don't like the Packers, you literally won't survive more than a game or two (click here or here for recent examples), especially if they lose. They will rub every victory in your face and will go on homicidal rampages with every loss. People will always say "oh, the atmosphere at football games is so amazing!" or "the spirit of fans always keeps me going!" My god, people. If you've ever went to a football game (especially a Packer game), you'd notice that literally everyone is a drunk, wild maniac who will stop at nothing to support their team. It's insane. The only atmosphere at football games isn't pleasant at all, and it reeks of sweat and booze. Almost all Wisconsinites seem to constantly be drunk, rambling idiots (at least the ones I've experienced at least, and I live there for god's sake) who love cheese. It's sickening.

Now for my personal experiences with the fans.

My spoiled little brother is big into football, and mom has wasted hundreds of dollars catering to his athletic needs. He isn't even that good. He can't stand losing, so he just throws the football two inches up into the air, catches it, jogs to the "end zone" and wins every time. Whenever someone plays with him, he loses, and when he does, he throws a huge tantrum and flips over furniture, smashes windows, and beats up animals. Mom would yell at the person who beat him and say that they were being too hard on the poor cherub.

My mom loves to make fun of people who don't get their way and get upset about it (like how Hillary lost the election), but when the Packers lose, she goes straight to Facebook and posts post after post about how angry she is at her blessed team, and she'll throw us all into the living room and force us to pray that next week, they'll win to make her happy, etc. etc. It's mildly disturbing and hypocritical. When the Packers lose, my little brother throws a tantrum and won't talk until they win, and when they do, he freaks out and screams in utter delight and will call all of the relatives that aren't Packer fans and say "nya nya nya nya nya nya you suck your team lost hahahaha may you have a slow painful death hahaha lol." He knows that I don't like football, and he and mom will try "converting me." They both treat sports like a fucking religion, and will break up friendships and family bonds just because this guy happens to be a Bears fan or this guy happens to like the Vikings, and they'll try converting people to root for the team that they want to win because for some reason that'll make them win???

The Actual Game

Aside from the fans, I still don't like football. The whole thing just seems to be senseless and boring, and is basically just a way to make easy money, with a huge fanbase with every player and merchandise and jerseys and video games and toys and everything. It's also idiotically dangerous, too, if you're not careful. I don't really have too much to say about the actual game, except that it's a seriously imbecilic waste of time and energy.

In Conclusion

Look. I don't like sports. I wrote this to kind of vent about the negative effects of it and how it affected me personally, and it would also be interesting to write about, too.