Embarking on a voyage of discovery needn’t involve travelling to foreign countries, although it may sometimes feel like it.
I’m not much of a sportsman. As far as revelations go, that ranks up there somewhere between MTV’s sudden realisation that Kanye West is a general jackass and that Cliffy B has a somewhat unhealthy obsession with too many burly men packed into too small a space too far away from their wives. Who, apparently, are ‘unfortunately’ no longer in the picture, so to speak.
But, I digress.
I’m not much of a sportsman; on some level, I never really got sports. Basketball I understood, but then again, I was tall. And, when you’re tall and speak with an American accent in Australia, it’s a given that you can shoot a hoop, trash talk, and dunk. Still, performance on the court aside, on some level I could at least get the attraction to sports. If not physically then intellectually – the rules offered interesting dynamics, even if I frequently couldn’t play worth squat. While I didn’t have close to the requiste knowledge to understand A-list team dynamics, the attraction constantly floated just beyond my realm of comprehension, much like most of the deconstructionism we covered in English lit. There was something there, even if I couldn’t touch it, explain it, or fully understand it. Continue reading →