a reply to: Paschar0
I hate Nazis. Right? I hate them. I also accept that they were the best dressed team in WW2, and to be fair, who was ever going to top Hugo Boss
styling? I am a Christian. I also happen to love black metal, because although its lyrics are inspired by "Him who lurks downstairs", the composition
of black metal tracks, the compound effect of heavy drums, classically inspired guitar work, guttural vocals and so on, do something to my spine that
Now, I do not give a damn about NFL. I have seen one game, and one game alone. The game I watched started yesterday night at 11:30 ish, GMT. It saw a
team go from the depths of absolute despair, to the heights of ecstatic victory, in what can only be described as the single most nail biting,
excruciating, dogged and dramatic fashion possible. I had not much prior knowledge of the teams in play, I had never seen the sport played live
before, leave alone an entire games worth. And do you know what I saw last night?
I saw a spectacle. I saw a game where every ticket holder got their monies worth.
The thing that links the opening of my post, with the actual game and how I felt about it, is that it is perfectly possible to accept that some
things, no matter the context, are just damned good. If the cut of a uniform is exemplary, then you can appreciate that without appreciating the
politics of the person wearing it. If the riff is good, then you can appreciate it without taking on the dark, spiritual inspiration for it. And even
if you could not give a single, solitary damn about sports in general, when you see a spectacle like I saw last night and into this morning, you can
enjoy the experience perfectly well, despite whatever behind the scenes nonsense might be going on.
Another example, to close with. I like the idea of peace. I also accept that one of the most fascinating things to watch, is a thermonuclear