Football’s disease
I never thought I’d ever have a rant about football, at least anything more than the “it’s sad and pointless” type, but I just have to…
I just came across this “news” article and just thought “oh for fuck’s sake, that’s fucking pathetic”.
If it’s the end of the football season (thank god, although not that there aren’t a million other armchair sports to replace it) and you really miss your football, apparently you may be suffering from End of Season Affective Disorder (ESAD).
I mean, it’s bloody football! It’s sitting in a comfy chair (or standing in the bitter British cold, if you shell out to actually go to the matches) watching 20-odd men running about on a field for an hour and a half!
It’s a game, nothing more.
If you’re going to be emotionally affected by it, then I would be surprised if you don’t have some other, more serious, psychological issues that would need dealing with first.
“Symptoms of the so-called disorder include lethargy, an inability to hold a conversation and a feeling of hopelessness.”
- Lethargy
- no surpise there, these people are sat on their curry and beer filled arsed in their favourite armchairs (or, possibly more likely, the pub)
- Inability to hold a conversation
- no shit! Coming into this office and having to put up with the inane rambling about how fantastic it was to watch some overpaid bloke kick a ball into a net, I’m well versed in this one!
- Hopelessness:
- I should think so if this is the sort of thing that people become ‘ill’ over.
Right, back to work with renewed fevour…