I'm going to complain about sports, wow!
The fact that my ears are still able to allow me to hear after countless childhood infections and 11 or so years of being in "rock n' roll" bands is pretty amazing. The damage I have sustained was not enough, however, to protect me from the fallout of yet another big, dumb sports argument.
A couple of gents to my right were discussing holiday weekend plans that, not surprisingly, included watching football throughout Native American Slaughter Day. They seemed to be at odds with one another about which collection of millionaires would be running around playing grab ass the bestest. The root of the argument was based on the idea that each of these fine fellows had (indubitably!) picked the unquestionable winner of certain sporting events in the future, but they had not landed on the same conclusion! Conflict! I'm so FUCKING glad I get to hear this go on for 10 minutes!
And why all the logic crushing that goes on behind choosing to back one team over another?
Sports fan: Oh mayn, the Minnesota FuckPunchers are totally gonna FuckPunch the shit out of the New York Polesmokers!
Logical observer: Oh, have you been following Minnesota's training regiment, statistics, player analysis and track record against New York's current lineup?
Sports fan: Fuck that, I totally LIVE NEAR THEM! WYYOOOO!!! WWWYYYYOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Logical observer: I don't think that's how...
Sports fan: ..OOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
I have never understood proximity based fandom. And I am aware that this very opinionated, self-imposed stereotype is not indicative of most/all sports fans, but that's not going to stop my infantile complaint.
So the Xtian themed holidebts are totally here, I guess. Time to pay lip service to the god you most likely "believe" in which is heavily based on your geographical location and the religion your parents happen to have been tricked into. Time for us heathens to be forced into biting our tongues that much harder in order not to scream in people's faces RE: the fallacies with which they choose to live their one life by.
It's a good thing I'm already a degenerating introvert/cynic/hobo, because being social at this time of year must be torture for the rest of the rational thinkers.
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Yeah, being social can be a bitch, especially when dicks start talking about the "reason for the season".
"Reason for the season?" You mean the tilt of the Earth's axis relative to its orbital plane? Because that's the reason it's winter.
We celebrate a nice, non-magical X-mas in the Park clan, so that's good.
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