Timothy H. O’Sullivan, Ancient Ruins in the Cañon de Chelle, N.M. in a Niche 50 Feet above Present Cañon Bed, 1873
Not sure how true this is, but it’s kinda true.
Roman Gladiators were the true ancestors of American Football. Brute force, team sport, with audience participation. Thumbs up or thumbs down from the fans could determine life or death of the defeated.
Top: Flag On The Play – Personal foul, 10 yards.
Bottom: Offensive foul – Death By Maggots.
Once the Romans left Britain, the locals needed something to kick around. Some wags found a Roman skull, decided to kick it all the way to the next village. The folks at that village didn’t like it much, and kicked it back to the first. Association Football was born.
Kicking a skull up and down a dirt path is hard on the feet, so the Roman skull was supplanted by the obvious replacement – an inflated pig’s bladder.
Association Football was too hard to pronounce in normal conversation, so it was renamed Assoc. Football, and those who played it were Assoc.’ers – hence the name “soccer,” and it caught on, even though all of the world still called it Football. But it wasn’t good enough for some. The game had lost its Gladiator roots (except for the drunks fighting on the sidelines).
Then one day in the early 1800s, someone got fed up and wondered, “What’s the point of kicking a stinking inflated chunk of porcine offal back and forth?” and decided to pick up the ball and run it directly into the opposition, knocking out teeth, drawing blood and breaking bones in the process. The game of Rugby was born.
Once Rugby was introduced into the States via Canada, America decided some changes had to be made. No more round scrum, the teams had to line up and hit head on in order to move the little leather covered ellipsoid mere yards at a time, and Woody Hayes was invented.
All of this requires physical protection, so the players wear helmets, shoulder pads and crotch protectors. They’re bred to be corn-fed behemoths of people capable of unprecedented brute force trained to bash each other’s heads into the ground. I love it.
Nice video: Los Angeles sans traffic.
Mrs. Straight Six has a nice collection of retromobiles.
Serious crappy commercials. Serious.
It’s true. ESPN = PPPP.
RIP Nelson Mandela, who was not always an old man, nor was he a saint.
Nelson Mandela was the head of UmKhonto we Sizwe, (MK), the terrorist wing of the ANC and South African Communist Party. At his trial, he had pleaded guilty to 156 acts of public violence including mobilising terrorist bombing campaigns, which planted bombs in public places, including the Johannesburg railway station. Many innocent people, including women and children, were killed by Nelson Mandela’s MK terrorists. [via]
But then there’s always Little Isidore to lighten the mood.
December 2013, in al-Khalifa street, Old Cairo
They looked like armadillos boinking a mailbox, and yes, they were speakers. They were virtually indestructible. They hung on the inside of your car window when it was freezing outside and wouldn’t allow you to roll it up all the way.
They were also easily stolen with a pen knife. Lupe had a wall of them in his apartment, all wired together and hooked up to his stereo for a tinny wall of sound. Listening to Led Zeppelin through a dozen drive-in rattlebuzzers was truly something to behold. Truly.
What’s in the trunk? Pure rock and roll.
Note that they’re not just grabbing necks and posing. They’re playing chords with awesome electric axes. If anyone knows who they are, lemme know and give us a iink. We’ll give you credit in an update.
Once May Day was coopted by socialists (to commemorate the 1917 Communist Bolshevik Revolution) President Grover Cleveland sought to distance an observance to honor those who worked in jobs requiring physical exertion. Labor Day was created as a sop to the unions, and it accomplished little except to foment class envy, the lever used by Leftists throughout history.
Labor Day was easily coopted by Unions, who are by definition socialist. Work too hard or too efficiently, you make the sluggards look bad. That’s what I was told, as was my father – work at average or below, nothing more, or you’re out of a job. When the top producers drop to the mean, the mean drops even lower.
There’s something obviously wrong and inherently evil with that credo, and I never bought into it.
Every worker starts out as a pissant. Few workers stay at that level… unless they want to. Who is dumb enough to want long-term minimum wage? I certainly didn’t.
Note that there is no holiday respecting the one institution that supports labor, pays for labor, frees people from impoverished economic slavery and provides step stones to prosperity, and that is Free-Market Capitalism.
Anyone who tells you otherwise is either ignorant or a liar.
BTW, here’s your bratwurst. Mustard’s over there.