One year ago today, I looked about the internet and thought perhaps I had something original to contribute to the sports blog community, and so this humble blog was born. One year...perhaps on the way home, I'll pick up a vegan cake. Um...perhaps not.
The Minnesota Vikings may never win a Super Bowl in my lifetime, and this depresses me in unimaginable ways. I sometimes wonder if my entire philosophical worldview would be different had the Vikings won the Super Bowl in 1998. Perhaps existential ideas like futility, absurdity, and hazard would make less sense to me. As it is, my outlook is dour. How we follow sports can tell us something about how we live our lives, or at least I like to think so. So I hope that this blogging matters. It's mostly been good fun expressing ideas between classes. But thanks to those who take the time to read this blog, and thanks to those bloggers out there who give us something to read and think about. Blogs have made following sports much more fun. If I'm going to trudge through this weary existence without seeing the Vikings win the Super Bowl, at least I'll have this.
To celebrate this anniversary, let's let Percy Shelley remind us of the significance of all our earthly endeavors.
"Ozymandias" by Percy Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said--Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.