Bread and Circuses by Doug McVadon
Every night I see the same thing, crutches, stretchers,
ambulances poised nearby, just in case the combatants fall. After all, it’s
football, every night the same thing, have you noticed?
It used to end on New Year’s Day, with the Orange Bowl at
night. All the time I was growing up, Cotton and Sugar early, Rose in the
afternoon and Orange at night, and if you stayed up for the end on the East
Coast you’d be tired at work on January 2nd. But now it stretches on
even past the twelfth day of Christmas, a new bowl game every night into the
second week of January. And all will apparently get high ratings on TV.
Bread and Circuses, that’s what the Roman poet Juvenal said
the people’s hopes had been reduced to. That was in about 100 A.D. Today we
crowd into our own coliseums for our version: Beer and Football.
It’s what we LIVE for, according the commercials on
television. Talk about opiate of the masses! Beer and TV and football are more
pervasive than Protestantism today in America.
So the EMTs are on the sidelines for our modern day
gladiators, who don’t get killed, well, not on PURPOSE anyway, and we think
this is a good use of primetime, our time, our lives.
There will be arguments from football fans defending the
mind-boggling volume of resources—people, money, time, electricity, gasoline,
public safety personnel—that we collectively devote to the worship of Sports.
But I can’t help thinking, as I check what time the Fiesta
Bowl starts, that maybe Juvenal was right.
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