To the Editor:
It seems to me that it’s the little things that bother me the most. I wonder if any of you feel the same.
For instance, if basketball players get any taller, they won’t have to reach up to the basket. All they will have to do is bend down and dunk the ball. I remember many years in the past that almost all players were of average sizes and heights and so was the basket. I believe if you are going to have near giants playing the game, it is only fair the basket should be raised accordingly. I would love to hear comments from those who think otherwise and why.
Another irritation of mine is that hockey has become a game for gladiators where players punch the living daylights out of each other. What was once a fine sport has become a bloodletting spectacle, and I am maddened by the spectators cheering them on, almost wishing the players had spears and swords instead of hockey sticks. What does this say about those who attend the so-called sport and clamor more for blood and less for the game? I don’t care how angry it makes the so-called sportsman feel — this jewel of a sport that has raged on for years, it seems, tears the heart from me in its cruel and callous hardheartedness.
Many years ago it was done for food, survival and necessity. Today, it’s for joy. Rifles, shotguns, knives, bows and arrows are used to kill unsuspecting and innocent animals — mostly not for food, but for sport and trophies. Look at the fun these sportsmen would have if a law were passed making it legal and OK to hunt and kill humans. My way of thinking is much more fun because of the amount of blood that would spurt from humans who don’t have fur to hide most of their blood. Instead of hanging or electrocuting felons, let them loose in the woods and give hunters a field day.
I hate to step on a cockroach. Does it make me less of a man? One day, I sincerely hope all of mankind will have hearts.