I’ve seen tables flipped, tv sets punched through, furniture thrown. And that’s just in the home.
How does one get to a place mentally where burning and destroying things, over a sportsball game seem a reasonable thing to do?
I’ve seen tables flipped, tv sets punched through, furniture thrown. And that’s just in the home.
How does one get to a place mentally where burning and destroying things, over a sportsball game seem a reasonable thing to do?
The sportsball team you cheer for is your tribe.
Your tribe meets up to go to war against other tribes regularly, you wear the same colors to recognize each other.
The goal is to beat the other tribe, show them who’s boss and acquire the shiny thing at the end.
The great thing is, you don’t even have to do anything to be part of the tribe, except wear the right colors and cheer (or boo) at the right time.
It’s a pretty civilized way to channel our stone-age tribal urges into something that happens on a weekend, doesn’t interfere with your work, and can even be turned into profit. And sometimes a few things break, but that’s much better than the constant bloody feuds that were normal during most of human history.