Two Things
I made a note this past weekend of two little things I wanted to share. One we saw when we were walking in the Annapolis Mall (which has for some time been officially called someone's "Shopping Towne" or some such, but I don't pay much attention to those details anymore.
Anyway, there was this little kiosk thingie in the middle of the floor, impeding traffic, that had a sign taped to it that said "Positions Available — Enquire Within", and I had to wonder where "within" is at a kiosk. I thought of asking, but the person attending the kiosk looked tired already from the effort of tying his own shoes that morning, so I left behind that little bid for verbal pleasure.
Before the mall excursion, we had taken Isaac's car to the Subaru place for some diagnostics. While we waited in their new and comfy waiting space, we watched whatever was ESPN. This was quite an unusual experience since, as you can imagine, we've never had ESPN on in the house. (Largely because we don't watch TV, but also because we don't have cable.)
It was like watching an alien broadcast from some other planet, to tell the truth; I decided that it was one example of programming on the Straight Boy Network, and it was one more reason that I'm more than happy with my gay lifestyle. Everyone seemed rather excited about the idea of college football that would be happening that day, and there were lots of shots of young men holding up "Number 1" fingers and shouting incoherently while shoving their faces into the camera. The insides of their mouths were slightly provocative, but not all that much to tell the truth. In between these episodes, there were announcements that generally seemed aimed at convincing men that fast cars would make them feel better about how small their penises were.
Mostly, I shook my head in incomprehending wonder.
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on Wednesday, 2 November 2005 at 02.28
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Uh, you don't have to be gay for that stuff to generate a complete lack of interest and enthusiasm. I can occasionally find some enjoyment in watching baseball, but any more, football makes the eyes glaze over and the channel-zapper finger do its thing.
In high school I actually enjoyed going to some of my school's games. I knew some of the players and felt some school pride in how our team did.
One reason sports generally leave me cold, I think, is because it's all become a big-money entertainment industry. Teams and players have no tie to a particular community except their contract. Colleges little better, when you consider their recruiting practices.
I think it would be great if there could be a baseball league that required players for a particular city's team to actually have been residents of that city for at least five years before being able to play on a top-level team. Rooting for the home team would really mean something. It would also be good for community spirit in many cities.
Oh well.