Spectator sports: the opium of the people?
This summer's orgy of sporting events has been eagerly awaited by youngsters and adults alike. Unlike the masses, however, I care for neither England nor any other team in Euro 2004. Watching men running around in shorts has always seemed like a waste of time to me. And for the patriots out there: aren't there more relevant reasons to be proud of your country?
People are quick to blame trashy soaps for the rise of the couch potato, whereas watching football is seen to be the virtue of a true man. However, at 90 minutes a go (plus 30 minutes of halftime and postmatch arguing), a football match is three time as long the average sitcom and is invariably accompanied by a few cans of beer, packets of crisps, and cigarettes. Hardly a healthy option, especially when one in five adults are obese.1
But nothing gets the heart racing like