Cut the Lit Crap

In the beginning – it was wonderful. All the funny commercials covering the soon-to-be world championship in football really made my heart jump with joy. I thought: isn't it nice how we are organizing this for ourselves, amusing ourselves, how we have this great event made out of nothing every four years.

Hell, I even wanted to go, as Llosa calls it – to 'the soccer-mad district' of Berlin myself with my Dad, for he likes the game so much and I like him and travelling.

And I mean – let's forget that these lines are spelled by a guy who always mistakes a match for a theatre performance and then gets awakened amid rude jostling and shouting.

The truth is – the average viewer has no sense for objectivity – and instead of enjoying football – displays mostly luck-dependent mood swings.

And let's face it: the phenomenon is pathological: the behaviour is such, the salaries involved obscene and the collective approval of this time waste is comforting but faulty.

I mean: the poor viewers are not even exercising and yet this is presented to them as sports.

The world is out of joint.