Im In Ur Walls GREAT Can You Get That Big Fucking Spider I Saw The Other Day? I Know Hes In There.
“I’m in ur walls” GREAT can you get that big fucking spider I saw the other day? I know he’s in there.
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Sports are so fucking weird, and the ONLY thing that keeps them from being a religion is the lack of a higher power or an afterlife.
You’ve got: rituals, sacrifices, superstitions, gatherings, songs, festivals, pilgrimages, fellowship, celebrations, talismans, idols. You’ve even got miracles.
These things seem to be more present in certain leagues than others—NCAA basketball and the English Football League come to mind for having teams, coaches, and fans who will go to extremes AS A COLLECTIVE, not just as individuals. They treat their local sports bar like a parish. They have their cathedrals and their songs and their holy-war rivalries.
I understand the inclination to not care. And in many ways, I don’t care either. (American football is a drag at ANY level, and all they’ve got by way of ritual is TAILGATING.) But if you’ve never celebrated a victory—one you truly cared about, one you prayed for—by dancing and singing in the streets with a couple thousand strangers, I recommend it.
I fear I may have the gift of Sight. I just know he’s gonna quit. Wait when’s the transfer window again? QUICK SOMEONE ENGLISH TELL ME IF WE ARE LOSING THE TALL ITALIAN MAN!
THERE IS ONLY ROOM FOR ONE PLATITUDE-SPEWING AUTHORITY FIGURE IN THIS LOCKER ROOM THANKYOUVERYMUCH
This is a shift, lads. This is a big shift. The sign is was? the front that Ted’s been putting up, and he’s done. He’s tired of that shit. It’s real now. The belief is inside. I mean right before the speech, we saw Ted successfully fucking COPE instead of hiding his pain. And he told Henry something REAL. This is a whole new ballgame, so to speak.
Now, about that Tedbecca scene—
Do I know anything about Dracula? Or vampires? Or movies? Or anything at all? No. I do not. Did I have the time of my life watching Renfield? I did, thanks for asking.
If I had a nickel for every time an English television show brought me near tears over Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.