Oh, the slightest criticism, obviously equivalent to being burned alive » « 3,600 life sentences for preaching “don’t be a dick” YAY THE SPORTSBALL IS OVER! The Oilers lost, and now the sportsbros will stop honking. I will sleep, and it will be glorious. bah humbug -Shiv Share this:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestGoogle Related Oh, the slightest criticism, obviously equivalent to being burned alive » « 3,600 life sentences for preaching “don’t be a dick”
Tabby Lavalamp says
How about “puckball”?
I wonder if every second car is still going to be festooned with those flags. The sheer number of them have to affected weather patterns in the area.
Marcus Ranum says
I used to live near the old baseball stadium in Baltimore. So I got the traffic jams and no parking during the season, and the economic collapse when the team convinced the mayor to spend tax $$ to build a new stadium downtown. I love sportsball as much as I love herpes.
I used to think it ironic that sports fans were considered normal and healthy while video gamers were considered unhinged weirdos, because it was the sports fans who condoned racism, sexism, violence, and even cheating from the players as long as they could win the big game and whose idea of a celebration was to riot. Then Gamergate came along. Apparently everyone in America is obsessed with their hobby to the point that it overshadows logic, reason and basic human decency.
Marcus Ranum says
Apparently everyone in America is obsessed with their hobby to the point that it overshadows logic, reason and basic human decency.
For one thing, I’m the founder of an in-game freelance rescue organization in Elite Dangerous (the Fuel Rats! If we can save you we probably will!) And I did it specifically because I knew there were lots of gamers who were annoyed by sociopathic griefers and I thought it’d be a cool thing to demonstrate that you can role-play good guys as well as bad guys. So I know at least 2,000 American gamers who are trying to demonstrate basic decency (if you search for Fuel Rats you’ll probably find fun stories of some of the gang’s amazing accomplishments, all done in the name of “why the heck not?”)
I live 15 blocks down from Rogers and I could hear clearly every time they scored. So I’m also petulantly glad the games are over.
Where I live, sportsballing (and sportspucking) doesn’t tend to be disruptive in that manner (though I’ve heard it’s worse in the capital). But back in the days, when we were some thirty people who used to meet just about all the time at our favourite coffee shop we could always tell when our puck-rival city competed with our city, since all our black friends arrived at a jog, looking over their shoulders. One-and-a-half guess as to the exact reasons why.
So ten or so years later, when people started talking about how there might possibly be some rare and not at all widespread problems with racism among sports fans, I went “Whatever do you mean?” in my most sarcastic voice.