Wow, it was exactly 6 years ago that I wrote this. Time does fly but things don’t change that much. Now instead of our beloved monster, we have Tite, the Dude equivalent of the brazilian soccer world:
Sports are one of the last windows into our primitive selves. It’s messy, it’s irrational, it’s cruel. We can cite statistics, try to prove how ‘fair’ or ‘deserved’ that final result was. But at the end of the day, we don’t really care about any of that… You are happy because you won, and it really doesn’t matter how. Your little tribe conquered the other one. Sing it out loud and off with their heads!
Nowadays it’s only for fun you would say. Yeah, I wish that was it. After the final game last sunday, my wife told me she was really rooting for Corinthians this time. I was kind of surprised (she hates soccer) and asked why. “Well, you become unbearable when they lose regular games. I could only image how hard it would be to stand you had they lost this time.”
Which brings me to the really puzzling aspect of this all: how can we still willingly participate in this madness? How can I, after all these years and distance, still care for a group of people I don’t know (and never will) with this passion and commitment? Is this irrationality rooted on our psyche in some inexorable way? Do sports actually prevent us from going back to killing eachother even more than what we already do?
Ah, whatever! Bring it on my jingoistic brothers! Let’s celebrate and thank the Gods for our supreme victory over the hateful losers who could not place the ball inside our rectangular wooden frame! Hahahaha, we rule the world!!!