Is it over yet? The hockey stuff, I mean. No, I know it’s not. It may be over after tonight Or, it may not.
I only say this because I am really, really, really tired of hockey. I am weary of people with otherwise respectable civilian jobs going around sporting Canuck jerseys. I sit having a coffee in a favorite bistro this morning and I can hear the good ole boys near the back of the room – where they always sit – speaking animatedly. I know they’re talking about hockey; about the Canuck’s chances tonight.
Some of the fans go a bit certifiably nuts. What’s that all about? I mean, I can see rooting for the home team and all, but tearing the town apart, engaging in brawls, females stripping off outer garments (not too much of that around here, but maybe there should be more. Better than brawling, after all). But, whence the impulse to light fires, punch out others, and bare the tits? I don’t entirely get it. I likely never will.
In saying this I don’t mean to leave the impression that I don’t wish the so-called ‘home team’ good fortune in this evening’s Beantown confrontation. If they win, then good for them. I’ll be happy, too. If they lose though why do I, in the total scheme of things, really care? In truth I suspect it will make very little difference in my life one way or the other. Now, winning the lottery, that’d make a difference in my life. I have my priorities in place.
When the citizenry was growing restless in the days of the Roman Empire, governments of the day would mount shows for them. “Bread and circuses” they were called. Keep the rabble from thinking about how screwed society is by offering them entertainments, lots of entertainments. Entertainments that often involved a lot of violence down at the old Coliseum.
I am not saying a hockey game is the equivalent of the mayhem and blood of Il Colisseo. Well, not all the time it isn’t. But the impulse seems to be chillingly similar. Diversion removes us from reality.
You might think I am cynical about this, but I’m not. Diversion is indeed a mentally-healthy way of getting through the crap of life. And if your diversion involves reading a book, watching TV, going to a movie, listening to some music or a rollicking bit of rumpy-pumpy, or a hockey game, then go for it.
No, I am not cynical about it at all. I’m just tired of it.
I want it to be over, I do.