You know, the one where we all sat down in a circle and came to the consensus that Human Cockfighting was okay. MMA, UFC, Cagefighting, whatever the hell else it’s called. Guys (and gals) beating each other to a bloody pulp in the name of sport.
I don’t know, I guess I view the world as one in which there are lines. Lines that separate appropriate and inappropriate behavior. This is one of those things that, in my view, clearly crosses that line. The level of violence is just too raw, too primal for me to feel good about. Ultimately, it’s one of those cultural excesses that I feel the need to make a feeble attempt to stem in order to slow the decline of the Western Civilization. Sigh.
Look, my kid loves it…I’ve watched it. The combatants personalities belie the barbaric nature of the sport. Nice guys, trying hard to compete in something they love. I don’t want to stop them, but when, as a society, were we okay with this? I’m not a prude. I love football, boxing (you remember the sweet science don’t you?), and ice hockey. In fact, in high school, I lead my league in penalty minutes for…wait for it…fighting. With bare fists.
Fighting was and is such an integral part of the game of ice hockey that as a former participant, I can easily justify the combat. Maybe I need to find a local chain link cage and throw myself in for a few rounds…or not. Maybe it’s not really about the actual sport itself but my desperate attempt to forgo the inevitable…a change in the culture that I find distasteful.
Either way, I really wish I’d gotten the memo.