Observations On the Dangers of Nudity
Tonight we dine upon the blood of our enemies! Haha, not actually. We dine upon a burger and fries at Red Robin somewhere in universe.
She remarks at the absolutely stunning physique of the football players on the monitor behind me. How their uniforms leave nothing to the imagination, so skin tight that they may as well be in Greco Roman times when athletes performed in the nude. It makes me wonder how they managed to keep their appendages from flopping around and causing no small amount of pain. The modern players clearly have the loose bits strapped down tight.
This brings to mind something I wrote a few weeks ago:
We are watching the Tyson fight tonight on Netflix. My SO is weirdly into this. It’s kind of sexy. She likes football sometimes too. She’s really dialed in on the fighters. I remember from a young age Mexican girls always are into boxers.
We have been married 32 years and we have NEVER watched a boxing match, much less a whole evening of it. I find it oddly appealing. The athleticism of it. But it feels… indulgent.
I’m pleasantly relaxed after a double whisky and a big bowl of popcorn. The violence is off-putting and I feel sorry for the poor bloodied men. It makes me happy to see they seem to be colleagues at the conclusion of their fight (Ramos and Barrios). Like two friends who went for a run together. Just two buddies hanging out. Only the got paid millions for doing so. At least I hope they did.
The girls are fighting now. Katie Taylor and Amanda Serrano are REALLY battling it out. It is gruesome and bloody. Gone is the undercurrent of camaraderie enjoyed by the previous men boxers. These two are clearly out to inflict as much damage and injury as possible. It is unpleasant and off-putting but for what I imagine most fans watch the sport.
The streaming is getting progressively worse as the evening wears on. Until it is no longer watchable. Netflix seems only capable to maintaining a steady stream for 5 minutes or so now that the main boxers are taking the stage. It is too much for me. She is welcome to watch it on her phone, I have had too much of this spectacle and choose instead to journey to slumberland.
