Shame on them

Last Sunday's rival team's supporters were remarkably aggressive, vulgar and bad-mannered. While such attitude seems to be the norm among football aficionados irrespective of divisions and categories, from kindergarten ball-kicking on a backstreet playground to satellite-broadcasted World Cup finals, this is not usually the case in basketball. In all my years of school basketball games, spanning countless weekends of boring matches with the priceless satisfaction of watching my reserved kid become part of a tight group of friends through the practicing of a wonderful sport, I had never witnessed such a tasteless behaviour as last Sunday, I had never felt the atmosphere so appallingly close to that of football's, were the attitudes so crass. It soon became clear that the game and the fun was a minor issue for the lot of disrespectful followers that showed up. The only important goal was their team's victory at any price, came hell or high water, built upon their persistent insulting and abusing of a stoic referee, and upon their open rudeness towards the kids of the rival team, my son among them. The deliberate primitive behavior of this bunch of motherfuckers paid off though. The rest is history repeating itself, brute force prevailing, our team focus on the game inevitably lost after a promising start. I once wrote that there's no room left for intelligence, that perhaps there hasn't been much ever, that now it may even seem as if there's no room at all. Everything's occupied by the fist (clenched hands) and the muscle (overdeveloped). These are bad times for subtle thinking, they are times for action (act first think later) and coarseness. One tiptoes his way through the days trying not to step on the many a glass piece from beer bottles smashed on the sidewalk, flooding every street, every corner, every inch of common ground. Last Sunday there was no stopping the cretins from manufacturing crap, there was no way not to step on the dirt they routinely leave down the avenue of everyday bullshit. Shame on them.