I half-watched team sports twice today. We got up early to go to an Irish friend’s house, to eat a full Irish breakfast and watch rugby. I no longer detest rugby with the virulence that I had growing up, when I attended a rugby-playing school in Dublin from ages 7 to 18, but I’m still not interested in the game.
This afternoon, I went to a Chinese New Year’s party, which doubled as a Superbowl party. I transferred my feelings about rugby to American football when I moved here. I have many problems with football culture: the worship of jocks, rape culture, homophobia, concussion. Even if all of those could be fixed, the game itself is interminable to watch, worse even than baseball or cricket. In rugby, they play two 40-minute halves; they do not stop the clock every 30 seconds.