There are only a few sports I genuinely enjoy watching and fewer I actually play.
I was mulling this over last night when I should have been sleeping and I’ve come to a conclusion. In general, the simpler the premise behind a sport, and therefore the easier it is to explain to a complete novice, the better it is. Here are some examples:
Rugby
Take a bunch of big beefy blokes with no necks, give them a ball shaped like an egg so they can’t bounce, kick or catch it with any great confidence, have them run forward, but only allow them to throw it backward. Then at seemingly random intervals have them link up ear to hip with one another in a sweaty battering ram and push the other team around in a circle.
That’s my huge simplification of the “sport”. The reality is far more complicated, but in such a tedious way, I could scarcely begin to explain. It’s mystifying, it really is. Then they start saying things like “Rugby – the game they play in heaven”. No kidding. If that’s what they play in heaven, I don’t want to go.
Netball
A nice, simple game completely ruined by a bunch of stupid, arbitrary rules. Can anyone explain to me why you can only take 2 steps? What’s the point?
Golf
Take a long, skinny stick, whack a little white ball for hundreds of metres and somehow get it to land in a little white cup in the ground. Sounds simple, but it’s not. No thanks.
Soccer
A round ball, a rectangular field with a goal at either end. Two teams of 11 players on the pitch. The objective is to get the ball into the opposition’s goal, using your feet, legs, chest or head (but no hands).
Genuinely simple, eh? And the result: it’s a game loved around the world, and known universally as “the beautiful game”.
V8 supercars
Take 2 lots of popular Australian-made family cars, hot them up and gut them and give them to a bunch of morons with monobrows called Garth who like to wear badges on every square inch of their clothing, to drive around in a circle for 12 hours at a time.
Another pretty simple idea, but not simple enough. I have a sneaking suspicion the whole thing’s a front for the alcohol industry. If you’re sitting around on the side of Mount Panorama for a whole weekend, what else is there to do but get completely shit-faced?
Cricket
Cricket is the kind of thing no-one but the English could invent, and even then only the idle aristocracy from a certain period in history when young men had plenty of time to spend lolling around in a laudanum-induced stupor pretending to be shepherds. You need a life-long education to understand the game, and two lifetimes worth of indoctrination to care.
(I do care, strangely).
Athletics
Most athletic events are pretty simple concepts, when you think about it, which generally means they hold up well. Running, swimming and most cycling events can be summed up in 12 words: start from point A, proceed to point B faster than anyone else.
Cycling is the only one of these three to go a bit off the rails, and only really on the track, where they have events like the “Keirin”, which, if I understand it correctly, involves riding for 1500 metres as slow as possible without actually falling over before doing the last 50 metres at a hundred miles an hour. It’s not great television, it’s not great sport: it’s just not great.
The field events seem to be mainly about throwing things as far as possible -sometimes yourself – up, down, sideways or all of the above. That’s okay, I suppose, but I can’t get too excited about it. I’ve never needed to throw a hammer, and I can only imagine a limited range of situations when the ability to throw a spear 100 metres across a field would come in handy.
Ultimate fighting championship
Based on my theory, this idea should be a winner. It’s about as simple an idea as you could possibly get: put two guys in a cage, as naked as possible, and let them beat living hell out of each other however they want to. See: www.ufc.com.
It’s not clever; it’s not nice; it hardly speaks to the best side of human nature, but there’s an admirably primal simplicity to the concept.
So the show (it’s on TV now, on One digital) should be a winner. But why doesn’t it work?
The devil’s in the detail, as usual. Firstly – all the fighters seem to wear long board shorts, and that’s about it, as if they’ve just come from the beach. How can you take some dorky surfer seriously as the “Ultimate fighting champion”?
Then there’s the fights themselves. The fighters can do literally anything they want to in there. They can kick, punch, scratch, spit, use cutting sarcasm, do the pile-driver, whatever: it’s limited only by your imagination. But all they end up doing is 2 minutes of half-hearted kick-boxing before they both fall to the floor in an uncomfortable embrace that looks as close to homosexual sex as you’re likely to see on TV. (It’s strange how you can watch two blokes attempt to maim one another, but not play hide the sausage).
This goes on for a couple of minutes until one of the fighters realises he’s inextricably tied in some nasty knot and yells “uncle” or something.
My point is: if you’re going to call your show “Ultimate Fighting Championship”, you need to do a little better than a little low-key wrestling.
Last night, however, I did see a “good” bout. It was good, in the sense it was so awful I could barely tear away my eyes. There were two young blokes, wailing on each other (I believe that’s the correct term) for 5 minutes at a time, only stopping to high-five one another if they felt one of them had gotten in a good hit.
Psychos.
Then, just when it couldn’t get any more exciting, Fighter A landed a monster punch on Fighter B’s chest which literally broke 3 ribs at once – you could see his chest cave in. “A” decided to press home his advantage, and advanced on the hurting B with murderous intent, only to be knocked out cold by a surprise right hook to the chin.
It’s stupid, violent, nasty, low-rent stuff. Possibly the worst sport ever. In short, it’s perfect for TV.
AFL
I predicted a Geelong win last night, and for once I was right. AJH has asked me to predict another win for the Cats this weekend. I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Andrew. I picked them last year, and look what happened then!
Besides, my tipping is based on a pretty simple, but unarguable idea: if a team has won a lot of games in the recent past, they’re probably pretty good. If they’ve lost a lot of games, they probably suck. Neither of Geelong of St Kilda suck to any great extent, but I’m told St Kilda won more games than anyone else this season, so they’ll probably win.
So there.
ACMI
We (my family) headed into the city today to hang out at ACMI. The kids weren’t all that impressed with the video games and were scared by the Bananas in Pyjamas. My wife, however, had to be physically dragged away from the Wii machine, even after I pointed out she had been beaten into 11th place by a 4 year-old.
They had a few cool things: an illusion using rotating toys and a strobe light, and a machine that did Matrix-style animations. Here’s my attempt: www.acmi.net.au.
Sorry for the long post. Verbal diarrhea.
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