My afternoon more or less. Wrong time to have coffee; the whole cafe turned towards TV to watch handball. Yes, it's a bit eerie once you've decided that the audience is more of a spectacle than the game. I still prefer when they play cards.
We're fairly good in sports and, true, I'm neither particularly adept with the ball nor do I care for its movement. We're also somewhat of one big yokel: we watch Wimbledon on national TV when we have someone there.
But the real reason why I started hating the damn thing is because I decided losses made everyone less elated and more desperate about the situation in the country. Just like "regular" national pride, this was the usual cover-up for everything not really thought through.
I am familiar with fair play campaigns and do understand some of the beneficial effect. But, parodying the usual "Sports against Drugs," an interesting graffitti surfaced in Zagreb some five years ago: "Sports against Knowledge."
It's so great to know you're not a flock of one. But of course, none can be that original. Just recently I was recommended How I Became Stupid by a Frenchie. A darling idea: the character tries everything from religion to, I guess, shopping.
If something really needs to be done, I prefer the regular bar thing. Here's a great tribute to the Croatian poet Tin Ujević that follows the ancient connexion between literature and alcohol. This is in Croatian, but I'll try to find one of his poems translated.
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