Anarchy loving, free-spirited, pathetic book bums ought to watch, or as we say in Amerika, tune into, Professional Sports. I, of course, include myself in this group.
Most of our fellow-men place their professional sports teams well within their own hallowed public spaces of national idolatry and personal identity. Professional Sports Greats or Athletic Heroes have become the contemporary Forms and Images of God-Men. This has been true for both boys and men for a couple of generations.
The male species now worships its Sports Gods, yet those same Gods must endure the modern surveillance of the heartless corporate media. Our contemporary age also lacks true honor and courage, so our professional sports athletes, those tough majestic warriors, must possess some virtue and honor liberally. If they fall outside the graces of the corporate media, then the attacks become merciless.
Athletes, and especially the top performers, media savvy ones, live inside a privileged law code system, just like our despised, apex pyramid living, political-economic elites.
Sports stars do make good money, and they often receive many additional benefits, such as endorsements and easier access to quick ownership status, such as restaurants, bars, car dealerships, real estate holdings, and of course, sports management consulting and broadcasting. Like our old Rock Stars of fame and glory with their good-looking, parasite women, all-night partying, and castle living glory – Sports kings also live among the World’s Blessed Ones.
Whether you play such a sport, or not – you have to at least know the general stats of a particular Sports League. And there are now many of them.
We have the NFL and its finale of the Super Bowl, the Champions League, Major League Baseball with its seven game, World Series, the NHL and its own Stanley Cup, the NBA, NASCAR, Formula One, the PGA (Professional Golf) Tournaments, the various Professional Boxing Juntas and their World Boxing Titles, Le Tour de France, ICC World Cricket League Championship, Wimbledon and the various Opens of Pro Tennis. There also exist those international events, which arrive every four years, such as the World Cup and the Olympics.
In order to avoid offending some sports fanatics, or fans, honorable mentions also pass to professional softball, volleyball, table tennis, swimming, water polo, lacrosse, shooting, archery, bowling and billiards. In the United States, College Football and Basketball even outranks the professional leagues in viewership – and especially during the Finals and the Bowl games, the end of the regular schedule season.
In the Stats and Fantasy Teams domains, we also record the winners with good records. There are also the losers with crappy performances. Some of the bad teams have good players, but little sustained attack and a lack of momentum. Other teams possess both decent players and better coaching strategists. The great teams often monopolize the point spread until the end of the game-match. Sports imitates life as they say – or does it?
The Cult of professional sports does not just include the professional athletes under the media glares. Sports also encompasses a super wealthy, team owner class, or jock sniffers, who often rival top bankers in capital gains profits.
We had better not forget those end of season, gold mine profit windfalls: the super event game-matches, such as The Super Bowl, which have thus transformed themselves into national-cultural event phenomenon. There are some sports fanatics who even watch the corporate teams offices on national TV pick and choose college players, called the draft!
For most of human civilization, our ancestors could have never conceived of such cultural divisions; between the athletes and the fans, among the owners, the media networks, the coaches and the players, and the even larger chasms separating the professionals from the amateurs.
Mesoamerican civilization had its sacred ballgames featuring warriors who replayed the cosmic order of life and death – and often quite literally. Ancient Greece did hold naked competitions of artistic genius in the city of Olympus, and which also included lyric poetry verse. The Byzantine Romans managed two teams of military-horse-chariot races at full gallop, named the Blues and the Greens. Those races happened inside the enclosed and open stadium of the Hippodrome Oval. But our modern Professional Sports-Players-Jock Cult is something entirely different.
Professional Sports is a racket on top of a scam, inside of a flim-flam operation, surrounded by swindles, bathed in fraud – while lying shackled to the ultimate pyramid scheme con.
The true jock sniffing, Mafiosi owners want four basic things from us. First, give up our hard-earned money. The owners vacuum those endless funds into their Sports Complex Slot machines, i.e. personal bank accounts, public financed stadium buildings, attending high-priced matches-games, buying extortion rate team merchandise, and even buying a genetically modified laced, crushed pig intestine and bone, hot dog, and piss beer for 15$ – all inside their stadiums paid through the public tax rolls of course.
Second, the owners would like us to submit our precious personal time to watch hours and hours of game footage on the weekends – our families all damned.
Third, we ought to capitulate our personal tastes to the new and improved, corporate brand loyalty logo. Team management wants us to become fans, or fanatics for the so-called, home team – even though the owners are from another part of the country – or even another part of the world. Fourth, we should even surrender our old identities of family tribe ethnicity towards that corporate-managed team identity. This also implies for both the men and the women.
The Professional Sports Racket and Jock Cult is nothing more than our own modern-contemporary Bread and Circus con from old Roman glory.
The Roman Empire had lots of crazy holidays, such a Saturnalia with its King of Misrule Idiot, (where the slaves became the masters during two weeks of partying craziness). This is where we get our modern Carnival and Mardi Gras. Saturnalia used to happen during the Christmas Holiday season, so the Church changed the date from Mithra’s birthday, December 25, to the advent of the 40 day Lent period – in order to make Christianity cool to those Euro-pagans, nominal Christians. This took place during the early Medieval epoch, around the seventh century A.D., (the 600s).
Also present during those Roman Holidays, were gladiator fights, mock naval and land battles, wild predator animal hunts, public executions and torture sessions, animal and human sacrifices, magical rituals and divinations, wine intoxication and sexual abandon, frenetic dances and highly eroticized music. Roman Holidays transformed into super social events, which also unified the populace around common rituals.
Festival goers could both let off some personal steam, or temporarily let go of the frustrations of life, and at the same time, fill up their idle time with entertainment pleasure. The Professional Sports Racket and Jock Cult performs the exact same bait and switch technique: offer the Spectacle, in place of the Actual. But like every pleasure, it comes with a terrible price.
The Modern Sports Racket also de-masculinizes its male victims. Instead of performing the old manly roles of Honor and Courage, the men endure the hard life of wage slavery, and cheer on the tough guys in the grid iron. There is an even far more insidious role to Professional Sports in Modern Society.
In Ancient Greek culture, boxers, javelin and discus throwers, sword fighters, tumblers and wrestlers were all artists. Yes, they were physical artists of mastery and strength, but they were first artists. Their contemporaries represented the great philosophers, amazing playwrights, fantastic writers, scholar historians of Greek and Latin, sculptors, painters and architects in the plastic arts, and even tutors, military generals and political orators in the art of rhetoric. In the ancient world, they could never conceive of art as separated from religious devotion, life and death. Art was the magic performance, moving from intention to completion, which also displayed years of practiced craft.
Yes, our great athletes and heroic sports stars are actually great artists. But how many TV broadcasters and commentator hacks actually mention such truths? And why did the Professional Sports Racket separate the super jocks, meaning, the tough guy athletes, from the fag, loser artistes?
The answer is inside the question itself. Emasculated men are not going to fawn over painters and writers. They tend to admire hard physical action – since so many of them have already surrendered their male dignities. This is the same reason crap Hollywood cinema keeps driveling out the same comic book hero, special effects, action film garbage, season after season.
This false actuality also leads into the phony division between the professional players and the regular amateurs. The owner bosses want us to internalize the loss of our hard manliness for the worship of the professionals. Since it is really the team owner who actually owns the professional, we therefore have to bow to the team logo, as a way of getting to view and cherish our magical heroes.
Why do so many wealthy jock sniffers, most of whom can’t even kick a football, catch a pass properly, hit a ball with a bat, catch a fly ball, or even dribble a ball – want to get into the Sports Team Business? Those dorky men of super wealth know that the Modern-Contemporary Sports Team offers the grand lie of false community to millions of hapless men. The money vacuum pit is beyond enormous – it is humongous.
Both the home team, double colored identity logo with the local TV media induced hype, create a phony regional culture of local pride. Now millions of wage slaves-lumpens can join together every weekend in a screaming and cursing fest – with the entire community of fans. Although most team fanatics utterly hate the other fat slobs, those pathetic fellow fans, (mostly due to social class-racial differences), sitting next them in the stadium – they are still on the same side.
This is also the reason why Amerikan sports stadiums have warm box seating with free catered food plates and free booze for the local elites who also attend the games – all on top. The pampered elites can show regional loyalty to their slaves – without ever having to hear, tolerate, smell, nor even look at the poorer scum who sit in the cold air, anal gas warmed seats below them.
It is not a coincidence in the United States that Sports team owners’ monopoly of regional identity happened during the same historical period when young men stopped joining fraternal organizations and mutual aid societies, such as the Masons, the Odd Fellows, the Elks and the Lions. Nowadays, many of these groups function as party clubs, or rent out their spaces to ethnic festivals and churches.
The meteoric rise of the NFL happened during the late Sixties and early Seventies, when men broke the old ties of community for the big job opportunities of America’s cities and emerging markets.
The Amerikan Empire ruled by sociopaths offers few choices for us men these days. The first and obvious choice is the feminized, rock concert worship, Jesus-loving husband Mega-church. For most young men just out of high school, and who are not from rich parents, they have four options. First, the College Sports Scholarship, then build a family with lifelong wage slavery to the grave. There is also the route of the traveling drifter, alcoholic-drug addict. We have the US Military career path, (non-combatant preferred), or possibly, the gangster criminal culture with eventual prison life leading to the Bad Death.
What’s available for older men? They only have two easy options for some type of false community: the female filled mega-churches or sports fanaticism. Which is the better choice?
The Professional Sports Racket and Jock Cult, like USA Crony Capitalism, reinforces false hierarchies, imposed systems of injustice and mean-spirited corporate governance, all of which fouls out the entrails hidden within our mangy national culture.
The main criminal syndicate is the corporate hierarchy of the Professional Sports Team. There is the owner, or the dictator, the despot, the control freak, the jock sniffer-plantation master. He, or she in a few cases, decrees the rules, imposes the regulations, maintains the laws, refashions the codes, normalizes the practices – and tilts the contracts!
Every sports team owner knows that the dumb jocks need work. The male jocks are just not that savvy in the arts of money lending, usury extortion, political bribery, contract hustling, sports hedge betting and corporate identity, faux legal power games – while the most heinous examples represent the NCAA and the NFL.
Why, did not those same good-natured jocks work for almost nothing at University, practicing every day, playing for their teams every week, making the administrators millions of dollars in profits – and only receiving a measly stipend? This was the same exact stipend cowardly loser, graduate teaching assistants in the humanities made.
The former college jocks come into the contract negotiations with broken minds. Their only collateral at the negotiation tables are their healthy, muscular, well-trained bodies. If they get injured, then it is all on the jock dudes. Good health and good play remain impermanent. All players get injured or old, or suffer both at the same time. All owners know this difficult truth.
The owner can’t do the dirty business alone, so like all capitalist bosses, he needs his underbosses, consiglieri, capos and soldiers – or as we name them today – upper management. We have the Team General Manager, Administrators, Directors, Advisors and Special Assistants. There is no democracy here – all dictates run like waterfalls, from the top on down. The owner takes a piss and the upper management drinks it up to spit out to those next in line – the coaching staff.
The players have no say in the coaching positions. The owner and the upper management actually call the shots and hire the coaches. The head coach is the leader of the pack. The team season falls on him. If he loses too much and not too well – then he is kicked to the curb – immediately. The owner usually offers a very good salary for all of this mental trauma and heart indigestion.
The intelligent head coaches stick to College Football. In the top ranked Football colleges, the head coach positions pay better than the Pros, and they even make better salaries than most university administrators – the only exceptions representing the University Presidents.
The Pro Head Coach in American Football has some important autonomy however, which makes him the top Non-Commissioned Officer, like the Military Master Sargent. The Head Coach gets special meetings with the Wizard of Oz Owner himself! This Master Sargent-Head Coach will also have a say in hiring his coaching underlings: Defensive Coordinator and Offensive Coordinator. Those two use other special coaching staffs, such as Offensive Line Coach, Special Teams, Secondary, Strength and Conditioning, etc.
At the expendable bottom of the pyramid scheme live the players. Yes, those well-paid professionals, like worker ants, eat at the bottom of the hierarchy. I should also mention those women cheerleader squads – most of whom don’t even receive any salary at all! At least, someone is under the player category.
This entire corporate, top-down, pyramid scheme operation also sustains an even more rancid underground economy. The team must win, win at all costs, and yet, it also must lose some times, lose entire seasons in a row, suddenly win a comeback Wild Card game, create heartbreaking endings of last-minute loss, make the fans scream – and cry – often during the same game. Super Bowl glory can make it all good. And yes, I have actually cried a few times in my life over my team’s losses. Team historical narratives also sell very well.
The fans really want wins, the players want better salaries and benefits – but the owners only want one thing, and one thing only – profit, more profits – and a continual gold and silver mine, topped off with an oil gusher of profits. Capitalism always works for one group and for one group only – the Owner Class.
Just over a hundred and twenty years ago, American Football began as friendly amateur matches between young, elite toughs, mostly in the Ivy League Universities of Harvard, Yale and Princeton. It was a nastier form of rugby – and already the sport had a notoriety in delivering some harsh head injuries.
By the 1920s, after the exposure of the fixed 1919 World Series of American Baseball, the Professional Sport of Baseball was off-limits to gamblers. In order to save its image as the National Pastime, Baseball brought in the Commissioner role inside the MLB organization, maintaining a wholesome veneer of corporate legitimacy.
Some of the baseball team owners, and especially in the urban Northeast and Midwest, also owned, the less popular football teams. Football teams offered those same baseball fans some entertainment when the season was over in September – unless the team went to the playoffs. For most of the NFL’s history, the season did not start in August – but in September. In fact, most Football and Baseball teams shared both the same names and the same stadiums.
All of this was due to having the same cabal of owners who monopolized Professional Sports buying and selling – and mainly, the buying and selling of hedge sports betting. Before there were fantasy football pools, there were sports win-loss point spreads. Most of the owners had the inside to the sports betting books. Yes, most of the original owners of the original National Football League – were sports betters – tried and true gamblers. Like typical owners, they always had the upper viewing seats at the House games.
As the gambling suspicions targeted more of the Football club owners, the NFL phantom began to take on a more corporate-efficiency control apparatus. By the 1960s, The NFL grew into the phantom media megalith-supposed nonproft-intelligence agency that it represents today.
Copying the Baseball strategy, the NFL set up its own Commissioner, who holds even more corporate power than the Baseball one! The Football Commissioner usually holds his power position for longer than most Third World Dictators. The NFL has a team of lawyers, informers and commentators ready to pounce on any controversy that erupts.
The NFL corporate entity has successfully deflected all and any, past gambling controversies from the public sphere of American football. The current head injury controversy is nothing compared to the former past suspicions of players, or even coaches, throwing games. The corporate culture of professional world football, or as we call it in America, Soccer, is probably not much different.
But the game is still not over. Only a year ago, the NFL had to finally give up its special tax exempt status as an actual nonprofit corporation. The Amerikan IRS tax code is brutal to self-employed layabouts who take off meals for clients. But the NFL sat on a golden egg of privilege and profit for decades.
And the game is still not even close to over. The NFL has some concerns about drops in fan TV watching, and there have been players complaining publicly to the corporate media – which is a big no-no.
We, the public, the people, the book readers and thinkers – now hold the snap. Instead of just watching a game on a lazy Saturday or Sunday – how about playing a pickup game in the local park between friends, (not tackling or hitting), but flag football? How about ripping the body through participation in a European-style football game, (Soccer match), which often has foreign visitors playing from all around the world?
Or for those of us lucky ones living out in the West, hiking with friends in the National Forests, shooting guns, plinking, in the desert – (no alcohol remember), a motor cross trip with friends, a shred outing on the slopes with friends, going on a hunting, fishing and field cooking excursion with some buddies, pitching some tents at a deserted campsite with the family?
Let’s turn off that TV with the Sports Media Porn. Why do you think professional sports games have star-spangled banner song crap and military flag displays for the pre-game and half-time shows? The Professional Sports Racket and Jock Cult is only a show. The Spectacle is the real game on the Bube Tube. No, it does not have scoring and stats – but it manipulates the fragile human mind just the same.
Action is what we want, community feeling is what we need. If there is no community around, then we can continue our sculpting, carpentry, creating, drawing, painting, welding, reading, writing, or any other artistic creation alone. The work is the thing.