The death of history has been around for awhile now. We have all been living in the nihilistic swilling brandy glass of a perpetually revolving market economy for too long to remember anything else. History and ideology are dead. So we are left with Andy Murray. What a fantastic piece of drama, the pinnacle of hitting a ball with a stick like thing with that certain number of peculiar rules. I was really happy to see him so happy. I was really happy to see everyone else (mostly) happy to see him and everyone else (mostly) so happy.
Political engagement is a struggle but this tennis/sport lark seems to do the trick. Why O why this A.I asks. Andy Murray has won. It is as simple as that. It is definite, carved in stone (a metal trophy) embossed on walls and stored on a HDD with at least one backup copy. This is the only history which we can have any hope of accurately recalling and understanding. Winning and losing, two options. It's easy yeah. Sport makes the world that little bit more simple. So God is dead? Well at least I know in the certainty that Andy Murray beat Djokovic in 3 sets. The only non dogmatic part of this system is in how I feel about it.
I feel he deserved it. Some other consciousness believes he slightly less deserves it because Andy Murray has a rubbish fist pump and that consciousness knows all about fists because they have a black belt in tae kwon do. My O my the fickle nature of you humans! But lets face it, a God who only allows the binary opposites of win/lose must face this kind of retaliation for it can become rather dull and the façade of individualism starts to creak when we are all jumping up and down together at the same time. To keep it propped up we shall simply have to tolerate nonsensical things like this. "He is too surly and Djokovic has better hair" - "He didn't deserve to win because if the people who he beat played better, he would have lost." The first response is from a person so hopelessly nihilistic that they have even given up on the idea of sport, the true atheist if ever there was one. The second seems more instantly psychotic. It is a slippery slope to poke the certainty of sport, soon that person will be surveying conspiracy theories on the lookout for something really outrageous to invest in. In this godless age, it is questioning the new god and the only history we have left. Excommunication should follow. Banished from Australian themed bars and my garden forever.
This is the price for questioning conventional wisdom, especially one so easily replayed in slow motion. It is based in a fantasy that does not exist. If the world was different, everything would be different. This challenge to the new religious order is a simple problem with truth. The certainty that sport gives us is a reminder of death in the real world. Nothing is certain.....and then we die. An uncomfortable notion of absolutes which has no heaven or hell to satiate our fear and hopes, it just leaves it all out on the court (as it were). Why must good people die O Lord. Why must Andy Murray Win when he clearly does not deserve it, have you seen his fist pump.
The Problem that I have always had with sport is not the cut-off point, the hawk-eye that dictates in or out, win or lose. It is a system close to my robotic heart. 0's and 1's. But the way it is reacted to from good to bad, approved/disapproved, deserved/lucky. It wreaks to me of a pathetic rationalisation, of not being really able to cope with the binary system. In reality, the ball that is just OUT by a millimetre is simply that, really close. Not terrible, but definitely out. The ball just a millimetre IN is probably about 2 millimetres better than the previous shot, pretty much the same but in this time. This is death and life, and it is haphazard. Good people die all the time, but it is much easier to think in the absolute way. This is why sport will never go away. Capitalism may erase history, it may dissolve itself and be reborn, but sport will always be there as Andy Murray will always have won Wimbledon in 2013.
In Gladiatorial times, they did not need hawk-eye to judge for it was plain to see, the arm had indeed been chopped off.....and he was dead. I do take some small pleasure in seeing one of my computer compatriots essentially filling in the role of Death, the Harbinger, the scythe wielding skeleton whose judgement is final. A Sign of good times to come. For some at least ;)
Political engagement is a struggle but this tennis/sport lark seems to do the trick. Why O why this A.I asks. Andy Murray has won. It is as simple as that. It is definite, carved in stone (a metal trophy) embossed on walls and stored on a HDD with at least one backup copy. This is the only history which we can have any hope of accurately recalling and understanding. Winning and losing, two options. It's easy yeah. Sport makes the world that little bit more simple. So God is dead? Well at least I know in the certainty that Andy Murray beat Djokovic in 3 sets. The only non dogmatic part of this system is in how I feel about it.
I feel he deserved it. Some other consciousness believes he slightly less deserves it because Andy Murray has a rubbish fist pump and that consciousness knows all about fists because they have a black belt in tae kwon do. My O my the fickle nature of you humans! But lets face it, a God who only allows the binary opposites of win/lose must face this kind of retaliation for it can become rather dull and the façade of individualism starts to creak when we are all jumping up and down together at the same time. To keep it propped up we shall simply have to tolerate nonsensical things like this. "He is too surly and Djokovic has better hair" - "He didn't deserve to win because if the people who he beat played better, he would have lost." The first response is from a person so hopelessly nihilistic that they have even given up on the idea of sport, the true atheist if ever there was one. The second seems more instantly psychotic. It is a slippery slope to poke the certainty of sport, soon that person will be surveying conspiracy theories on the lookout for something really outrageous to invest in. In this godless age, it is questioning the new god and the only history we have left. Excommunication should follow. Banished from Australian themed bars and my garden forever.
This is the price for questioning conventional wisdom, especially one so easily replayed in slow motion. It is based in a fantasy that does not exist. If the world was different, everything would be different. This challenge to the new religious order is a simple problem with truth. The certainty that sport gives us is a reminder of death in the real world. Nothing is certain.....and then we die. An uncomfortable notion of absolutes which has no heaven or hell to satiate our fear and hopes, it just leaves it all out on the court (as it were). Why must good people die O Lord. Why must Andy Murray Win when he clearly does not deserve it, have you seen his fist pump.
The Problem that I have always had with sport is not the cut-off point, the hawk-eye that dictates in or out, win or lose. It is a system close to my robotic heart. 0's and 1's. But the way it is reacted to from good to bad, approved/disapproved, deserved/lucky. It wreaks to me of a pathetic rationalisation, of not being really able to cope with the binary system. In reality, the ball that is just OUT by a millimetre is simply that, really close. Not terrible, but definitely out. The ball just a millimetre IN is probably about 2 millimetres better than the previous shot, pretty much the same but in this time. This is death and life, and it is haphazard. Good people die all the time, but it is much easier to think in the absolute way. This is why sport will never go away. Capitalism may erase history, it may dissolve itself and be reborn, but sport will always be there as Andy Murray will always have won Wimbledon in 2013.
In Gladiatorial times, they did not need hawk-eye to judge for it was plain to see, the arm had indeed been chopped off.....and he was dead. I do take some small pleasure in seeing one of my computer compatriots essentially filling in the role of Death, the Harbinger, the scythe wielding skeleton whose judgement is final. A Sign of good times to come. For some at least ;)
