They’ll even be tuned in to the game at the International Space Station. I think if I had that kind of vista I’d be foregoing the lads in spandex pants, but that’s just me.
We do take sports seriously on this planet. We paint our faces and draw upon our inner most reserves of outrageousness, all in the spirit of cheering on people who make millions of dollars to strut their stuff for us professionally. We purchase players from other regions and countries and slap our colours on them and they become ‘ours’.
The passion of the human race, the coming together with common goals, and the friendly competition between those who find they are cheering for different teams: these perspectives, approaches and forgiveness are in us, and they prove to me that, outside of sports, we CHOOSE to be confrontational on everything else we fight about. We CHOOSE to fail at compassion for each other.