People, Relax, Refrain from Death Threats Over a Game

C'mon, people, having rooted for my FL Gators even through the Muschump coaching reign, death threat towards him never entered my mind: http://network.yardbarker.com/college_football/article_external/michigan_punter_blake_oneill_getting_death_threats_suicide_suggestions_on_social_media/19733323

Nevertheless, the anonymity afforded gutless cowards on social media lets people leave all boundaries, reason, and good taste behind.  Show me someone who has never made a mistake and then we'll allow that person to throw the first stone.

Yet hiding behind the internet allows idiots to twit crap like this: @blakewoneill jump off of a cliff into a pool of spikes and cyanide

— Cakey (@jaaake_f1) October 17, 2015  (Emphasis added.  A trifle extreme, don't you think?)

The very nature of sports--except for soccer--means one team wins while their opponent loses.  Sure some games end innocuously unlike the Michigan punter and his egregious error in fumbling the attempt, but death threats just fall beyond the pale of civilization.  If you feel that strongly about a play in sports, put your name to it.

Hell, bagging on athletes can even lead to lucrative careers like that dick Skip Bayless.

The Michigan punter feels bad enough his last play lost the game for his team.  No need to threaten him like a spineless blowhard.

Sports of Sorts

No one knows why God in her infinite wisdom made sports and handed them down to humankind and yet theories abound.

First, sports helps people to get in and stay in shape.  Like Rule # 1 from Zombieland, cardio.  Good cardio health helps people outrun those zombie bastards and help us live longer even in normal times.  Of course, don't go overboard with it; exercise can kill you.

Next after solo sport like jogging or skiing, we have team sports.  These allow us to escape our mundane lives and identify with a concept greater than ourselves, often a college or university or perhaps pro sports

Of course, people often take things too far like Raiders fans.

'Nuff said.

Or we scream and yell in our living rooms as if that will influence outcomes of games 1000 miles away.  It also seems silly for us to wear all our game gear, putting in the aggregate millions of dollars into the maw of greedy schools supposedly concerned with student athletes and horrible graduation rates and billionaire owners of pro teams.

Nevertheless, in my time of stress--dialysis, paralysis, physiatrists and physical rehab--it helps me to root for my home team, the Florida Gators.  Sheesh, good thing life taught me to deal with soul crushing defeat before this season.

At least I have my Miami Dolphins.

What, a bullying scandal and team turmoil?  Can't a brother catch a break?

Well, at least I have my Chicago Cubs to root for for eternity.

Go Cubbies!