The Courtier (Momentarily) Emerges from Beneath His Rock

Yesterday while reading the newspaper at lunch, The Courtier perused the section on celebrity sightings around the Nation’s Capital. There was a brief piece about a famous local hockey player, who had been spotted watching a televised football game between the Washington Redskins and the Dallas Cowboys football teams, at a local bar-restaurant. This scrivener was then rather taken aback to read the following statement, expressed parenthetically: “For those living under a rock, the Skins lost to Dallas by 2 points thanks to a late-game field goal.”

Since apparently The Courtier has been, unbeknownst to him, living under a rock for most of his life, in that he completely ignores such sports results and believes that they have no impact whatsoever on the joy and fruitfulness of his existence, perhaps it is time for him to emerge from beneath this alleged crag of unknowing, under which he has been trapped for decades, and ask that very serious, probing question: Are you kidding me?

To begin with, while it is true that The Courtier has never had much interest in sports, he is not entirely opposed to enjoying the watching of a few of them from time to time. Grand Slam tennis – i.e. Wimbledon, the U.S., French, and Australian Opens – and a European or World Cup soccer involving either F.C. Barcelona (“Barça”) or the Spanish national team will always draw his attention. However that is pretty much it, as far as his participation is concerned, unless he is made to attend or watch a sporting event under duress. For example, the single time The Courtier was dragged against his will to watch a Major League Baseball game, between the Philadelphia Phillies and the Pittsburgh Pirates, he brought along a book by Alexander Solzhenitsyn to keep him company.

The Courtier is very much aware that good, intelligent people follow professional sports teams, and enjoy themselves at these events; he is not, in any way, disparaging them for doing so, within reason.  Yet what does disturb him is the attitude taken by many that if one is not interested in such things, that one must be some sort of an oddity, or mental defective.  It is considered perfectly acceptable for a sports fan to say that he does not like reading important works of literature, or listening to a great symphony, because such things are not viewed by many as being necessary for the process of human civilization to continue. Yet if a non-sports fan says he does not like nor follow professional sports, he is often treated like the proverbial red-headed stepchild, or at least viewed with some combination of mistrust and condescension.

Some years ago in London, a conservative Norwegian friend who was both very athletic and very intellectual (as well as an insatiable consumer of single malts and aquavit), commented at dinner one evening that Karl Marx is now outdated in his assessment that religion is the opiate of the masses. Rather, The Courtier’s viking friend made the argument that today, sports has become opiate of the masses. It keeps the populace entertained and from asking too many questions, and it stops them from killing each other over whose village has the best ale or the prettiest girls. And, he further argued, while many nowadays will make no time at all at the weekend to attend religious services for an hour, sports fans will certainly make time – indeed, hours and hours of time – every weekend to sit down and watch a meaningless contest between overpaid entertainers, as to who can achieve a physical feat better within certain parameters.

This is perhaps a too-harsh assessment of the modern sports fan. As an initial matter the term “opiate of the masses”, as applied to religion, while attributed to Marx because he used it in one of his early books, is probably one that was taken from the Marquis de Sade, who had made a similar analogy a number of decades earlier. As both of these writers were, in a word, scum, it is not surprising that each would take such a negative view of religion. Yet that being said, to apply their theories to what ought to be a harmless entertainment does seem to be somewhat excessive.

The fact that The Courtier could care less about whether the Cowboys beat the Redskins, and by how much, does not mean that he is living under a rock. It means that he puts professional sports into the category in which it belongs: entertainment. Despite whatever avid sports fans may think of the sports they follow – football, baseball, basketball, hockey, and so on – that is all that these things are. And because such things really are nothing more than entertainment, The Courtier fails to see why he should pay any more attention to those particular types of entertainments than he does to any other forms of entertainment he does not like – such as “Glee”, the work of Michael Buble, “American Idol”, and the Tony Awards, to name a few.

So while The Courtier’s friends and followers (assuming he still has any after this post) will continue to comment, tweet, and post about baseball playoffs, football season, and so on, he will try his best from this point to keep his mouth shut, and to keep from falling asleep from what is to him the tedium of it all, while he pursues his own amusements and entertainments. Yet before submerging back below the crag beneath which he dwells, The Courtier does think it ought to be pointed out that a brief survey of an evening news program tells us something about what we value in our society. Following the national/local headlines and the weather, the portion of the program devoted to covering the entertainment known as sports far exceeds any reporting on the sciences, arts, business, or religion, unless there is a major crisis or scandal in one of these areas. Perhaps we should be asking ourselves whether that amount of coverage, for something which is ultimately an ephemeral entertainment, is really worth a proportional amount of our collective attention.


“St. Jerome in His Cave” by Joachim Patinir (c. 1515)
Museo del Prado, Madrid

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2 thoughts on “The Courtier (Momentarily) Emerges from Beneath His Rock

  1. I’m laughing out loud while reading this post. Well done, sir! If you exclude NFL football and NHL hockey, you could be describing me. :) Well, instead of reading Solzhenitsyn, it would be non-fiction of some sort, or mabye I would just get on Twitter or something.

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  2. We all know who controls the MSM. The more we can be thought of as ridiculous people who “live under a rock”, the better it is for them to take control of one bit of our freedom at a time. We hobbit/terrorists or whatever we are today need to speak out/up more because there are lots of us who will stand together to combat this image!

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