If you are a man who watches sports of television, I'd like you to consider this scenario.
Imagine you were in a bar, and you saw Barry Bonds (or whatever sports "hero" you admire) and you called out to him, "Hey Barry! How's it going?" Think he'd invite you to sit down and have a beer and shoot the breeze? More likely he'd look at you like you were something he scraped off the sole of his Manolo Blahnik shoe.
Really, I'm not criticizing you, I am genuinely curious. Why do you spend so much time following the feats of men who don't know you're alive and wouldn't give a shit about you if they did? Why not practice a martial art, or read to the kids, or toss a football around with the kids? (Or if you don't have kids, someone else's kids.)
A third-generation freethinker
Imagine you were in a bar, and you saw Barry Bonds (or whatever sports "hero" you admire) and you called out to him, "Hey Barry! How's it going?" Think he'd invite you to sit down and have a beer and shoot the breeze? More likely he'd look at you like you were something he scraped off the sole of his Manolo Blahnik shoe.
Really, I'm not criticizing you, I am genuinely curious. Why do you spend so much time following the feats of men who don't know you're alive and wouldn't give a shit about you if they did? Why not practice a martial art, or read to the kids, or toss a football around with the kids? (Or if you don't have kids, someone else's kids.)
A third-generation freethinker