The human race is fickle!! Why? We are all a bunch of draadsitters, stuck on the fence because we have ZERO confidence in our own ability to stick with something through thick and thin. Sure that if we make a decision then a better option will come along and we will regret it. Taking no risks, having no faith. Ready to judge those who are putting themselves out there, making something of their lives, getting off the fence and changing the world, or, you know, the channel because who has the time to sit and watch Keeping up with the Kardashians reruns ALL FECKING DAY! Now, if that was F.R.I.E.N.D.S then you would sukkel to get me away from the TV. Just leave me some ammo, a little water, some chips if you have em, and I’ll be fine. Maybe come flip me over every 5 hours, so I don’t get bedsores…
Recently, after the Cricket World Cup 2015 Semi-Finals, I read a blog post over at Bloggsy Malone regarding the shitty behaviour of the South African fans after we lost to New Zealand. I thought about it again after watching a rugby match this weekend. Dave Luis, the writer of this masterpiece (my opinion) is hitting something much bigger than a love for cricket or even sport. This is the nature of the human race. No undying support, no loyalty… and we wonder why the divorce rate is so high…
Sitting in a stadium watching 2 local rugby teams in the Super 15, not being a supporter of either team but rather a supporter of the sport in itself, I was amazed at the animosity from the fans not only to one another, but to the players on the field. These pro-athletes, that dedicate their lives to give you the sport that you love, the entertainment you so clearly need in your dull, below-average life. Yet, just because he wears a different jersey than the team you support, you see it fit to boo him while he kicks a penalty, a time of intense pressure, ignoring the SHHH signs.
Here is an excerpt out of Are We Sports Fans, Or Bullies? (in case you were too lazy to go read it):
We are not fans. We are bullies. Angry, hateful bullies hiding behind keyboards, safe in our digital anonymity, knowing we’ll never have to account for how we made another human being feel after they gave it their best, and still lost.
Our intense pride melts like butter before the blowtorch in the face of a loss. We cannot truly call ourselves supporters. We are fickle cheerleaders at best.
I have nothing against having a preferred team and maybe having a friendly row with another fan because their team is not as strong as your team. That’s fine. But when you sit at home, stuffing your face with cake and biltong, with a beer can balanced on your ninth belly, roaring advice to the best athletes in the world, then I have a problem. You can’t say jack-shit, you would pass out running for a try from the 22 line, so shut up.
I think South Africa is in a critical phase, especially with sport, it unites race, religion, culture. With 2 world cups this year, shouldn’t we be building these super-athletes up? Want, môre, oormôre dra hy ‘n Springbok trui. And then you cheer with all your might and pray to the rugby gods that the boo’s you threw at him just a few months ago didn’t chip away too much of this self-confidence and that he makes the critical game-winning kick. When that same player than you hated just yesterday pulls that Springbok rugby jersey over his head and stands in England representing your country, you will proudly stand and sing,
Sounds the call to come together and united we shall stand. Let us live and strive for freedom, in South Africa our land
Yes, united we shall stand till you lose, then we will all turn against you!!
Heaven forbid our Springboks miss one tackle, or one line-out goes bad, or one dropkick is 0.2 degrees out. Then we all throw down, grab our phones and let the social media sites feel the wrath of the millions of “supporters” doing stuff all to represent their country. Having the arrogance and audacity to call these players faders and chokers… Even if they win, “ook maar net-net”, “They could have had a better score if this didn’t happen or if this player made that one tackle”
Sometimes, being a South African is shit! Having to share oxygen with a bunch of people who want change, but sit back and do f*#? all to bring it about.
I agree with Dave Luis… we aren’t fans, we are bullies.