Living Vicariously

As I came in from training today, the television was on in my kitchen. Background noise for my dog for the most part.
While I’m preparing my reheated steak I hear this commercial come on,
“Daaaaad!!!,” a girl whines.
I look up to see “Joe-Average-Thick-Waisted-White-Guy” moaning and acting like a fucking child about missing football while leaving the house with his family. But WAIT! Verizon or Dish or Someone (I forget) has this amazing app that lets you keep up with Every Single Fucking Down while you are faking spending time with the family.
Seriously. 
Are you fucking kidding me?
It makes me fucking sick that so many American men are like this. They can’t tell you what their kid had for lunch or who their kid talks to online, but they can spout off sports stats like a Pentecostal preacher spouts off scripture. Their “manhood” is directly tied to the athletic deeds and prowess of other men. They WATCH as other men ACT. They cheer and get emotional over GAMES children play.
Sports are meant to be ENTERTAINMENT - not a fucking RELIGION.
We will not be spectators of our own lives. We will not live vicariously through others. We will ACT. We will DO. We will live a life that will furnish us with story after story long after we’ve beaten our bodies into submission.