Sports and Money

People love complaining about the salaries professional athletes receive. 

“X gets paid 50 million a year for throwing a ball in a hoop while soldiers get paid 20,000 pounds a year for putting their lives on the line and defending freedom and democracy,” is the common detraction from the Average Joe in a bid to castigate the sports industry and its screwed up morals. 

Okay, fair enough, point made. Now ask yourself this – would you pay 40 pounds to watch a soldier fighting against insurgents, or pay 40 pounds to watch a doctor perform heart surgery or pay 40 pounds to watch a teacher teach?

I’m not belittling the services these people offer mankind – regarding the necessities of society, one surgeon is much more important than Wayne Rooney and Andy Murray combined. Morally and ethically, surgeons and doctors are far superior. But we don’t live in a world that’s limited by morals or ethics.  It’s much more complex than that. In fact, more often than not, we live in a world that’s dictated by economics. And the law of economics states that is perfectly conceivable and more so, right that a top professional athlete earns more in one day than a teacher will in his or her entire life.  I know a few people will be frothing at the mouth at such a statement, but let me explain.

In 2010, the boxer, Floyd Mayweather, earned 85 million. He was the highest paid athlete for that year. He fought two fights during 2010. Two fucking fights and he lands himself a fee close 100 million.  The fact that this guy only had a couple of bouts will probably inspire a torrent of rage in the detractors.

However, let me tell you this – when Floyd Mayweather has a fight, 85 million is actually a fraction of the money he generates. Millions of people buy pay per view deals to watch him fight in their living room – corporate sponsors pay millions to have their products advertised, television deals reach in excess of hundreds of millions. Floyd Mayweather’s name, his brand, is highly marketable – it puts money in people’s pockets and indirectly, that money creates a lot of jobs. The money that Floyd Mayweather makes (along with the many other pro athletes that get paid millions) is not only a fraction (yes, a fraction) of what his name generates. He brings in much more money than 85 million to a variety of people.

A soldier’s name is not marketable – a surgeon’s name is not marketable, because the fields both respective professionals operate in are not marketable to the masses that crave for entertainment. They don’t inspire whole countries to stop on a Sunday evening in anticipation of the coming result.

Floyd Mayweather’s salary is simply part of the laws of economics and capitalism. That’s why top athletes are able to get paid such an obscene amount of money. That money doesn’t come from some golden well reserved for athletes – it comes from us, from society. It comes from season ticket sales, from team shirt sales, from television subscriptions.

Morally and ethically, I don’t agree with the amount of money pro athletes get. However, economically, I totally agree with the amount of money athletes get. Economically, they deserve every penny they get. I always find it curious and contradictory when a sports fan complains about the salaries of players, yet this same person religiously renews his season ticket year in and year out at a fee of hundreds of pounds.

Economics, economics, economics.

    

Temptation

In the 1960s and 70s, the American Mafia resulted to something they vowed to never indulge in – drugs. Heroin. Prior this new business venture for the Mafioso, the commission of all the major Mafia Families had always shunned the world of drugs, preferring to stick to more traditional ways of making money illegally in the form of rackets, heists and gambling. Drugs were seen as dirty, dishonourable – only fit for peddling in the rough neighbourhoods of inner city ethnic minorities. However, since the conception of man, since Adam and Eve, temptation has always been one of the most predominate Achilles Heels of the mind, body and soul.

The huge, almost inconceivable profits the drug trade offered was the Mafia’s ultimate temptation – it was what saw the collective Italian crime outfit make in excess of 20 billion dollars per annum as they sold heroin transported from the rolling, rural hills of Sicily in the congested boroughs of New York and many more US cities. Temptation wasn’t the only thing that made the Mafia make more money than they knew what to do with – it was also what ultimately crippled and eventually destroyed them.

Not a lot of people give a fuck if you’re making a few dollars hosting illegal card games or running one or two rackets. But people do tend to give a fuck when you’re making much more money than global corporations and you’re filling the streets with poison. The Mafia knew that selling drugs didn’t only bring much more law enforcement on their operation, but they knew that the cardinal rule was that if you were caught selling drugs, then the same people you broke bread with would be the same people that would put a bullet in your brain. There was too much at stake to leave the risk of someone talking to the FBI, bringing down the entire organization in exchange for full immunity.

But did all those considerations that should have spurned reservations, stop them? Nope. Why? Temptation – the thought of making more money in a single month than you’ve ever made in your entire life is tempting, right . . . right? You know it is. Put yourself in a Mafia Capo’s (captain) shoes. You’re already engaged in illegal activity, even though the legal and traditional ramifications in rackets and gambling are nowhere near as disastrous as being busted with 50 pounds of heroin. Back to the point – are you telling me if you were an ambitious Mafia capo and you knew you could make more than a million dollars by shifting the 50 pounds of H on your desk, you wouldn’t do it? I’ll be honest – I would.

I would not because I’m particularly ruthless or cavalier, but because I’m a human being who has succumbed to temptation in many forms. So have you. It may be the little temptations you don’t even notice – instead of doing an assignment for university that’s due in tomorrow, you procrastinate and decide to watch a movie. Just like Adam and Eve and the Apple and the Snake, the temptation of fun entertainment that will whisk you away from the bollocks that is reality has prevailed over you.

And she’s laughing – this wicked, cunning temptress is laughing at you cause she knows she’s got you. She knows that you’re just like the Mafia – you’ll make promises which, in the face of the sexy rewards temptation offers, will melt like a naked chocolate bar in the Sahara Desert.

Haters Defined

The ancient proponents of the theory of Freedom of Expression would love the advent of the internet. It is an interconnected web that contains an immeasurable mass of never-ending data. It promises a wealth of opinions and counter-opinions. It challenges perceptions. It breeds knowledge. It also encourages and provides privileges to a certain group of people who capitalise on the internet's promise of anonymity. This group is commonly know as "haters."

The term "hater," which was originally popularised by hip-hop artists, is a word that contains broad connotations. Why? Well, there are a variety of haters. They don't all wear the same colours, nor do they practice the same creed. Haters, like every other living thing on the planet, have a penchant for evolution. As time has passed, as avenues for this group of people to vent their negativity has expanded, haters have splintered into a series of individual fractions (sub-species if you like) in which they practice their philosphy.  In this post, I will highlight and elaborate on three hater sub-species.

  1. THE SPORTS FAN HATER

The sports fan hater is one of the most common sub-species of haters that dwell on the internet. This hater loves his team with religious fanaticism - he will defend his team with astounding myopia, regardless of the subject. However, what makes the sports fan hater effective isn't the defence of his team - it his ability to bounce from article to article, forum to forum and video to video, regurgitating the same old diatribe against his intended target(s), usually in the form of a rival sports team or player. Sometimes these haters have a large list of teams they spew their invective towards, but the best, most efficient haters, focus on a small, exclusive list in which they relentlessly hammer.

Most sports fan haters just come out with bullshit one-hit-liners. To them, facts are inconsequential - opinions are concrete. They drift from one comment section to another, leaving statements like: "Haha, it's not LeBron - its LeChoke!" "Fergie didn't win all those titles himself - the refs did it for him." "Good to see the whores at City pimping their souls for money." "Liverpool fans complaining about the opposition cheating when they have Luis Suarez on their team is the height of irony." "Celtics thinking they'll win the Eastern Conference . . . yeah and I'm gonna marry Mila Kunis."

For the most part, sports fan haters, particularly the most persistent ones that recycle the same rhetoric, are amusing. Their bullshit makes them endearing - in a stupid kind of way.

2. THE RACIAL HATER

Nothing is a better aid to racists than the promise of anonymity, which is one of the core elements of the internet. The topic of racism in the 21st Century is something of a paradox. While mankind has taken drastic steps to eradicate the scourge of bigotry (being branded and proved as "racist" in the modern day can have very detrimental effects on one's life) in the last one hundred years, the invention of the internet has also given shelter to many that wish they were living in the 1800s. Racism hasn't been eradicated - it simply went in hiding, and its shelter comes in the form of endless cushions on the internet which provide this breed of haters a chance to vent their diatribe (which they would never do face to face) without facing the consequences.

If there is one element of racism that angers me to the point of explosion, it is the rampant generalisation that brands the people in the victimised group under the same brush. A few days ago the Mexican and Canadian baseball teams were involved in a mass brawl. On the YouTube video, these were the comments that were common: "What do you expect from fucking wetbacks?" "Fucking Mexicans." "Is anyone surprised to see that spics are nothing more than animals?" "Filthy illegals."

So because of a handful of Mexican/Latino athletes that threw a few punches, people decide to use them as representative and reflective of the nature of all Mexican/ Latino people. Yes . . . seriously. I remember reading an article based on several studies on racist people. It claimed that racism is linked with low IQ, and after reading the many anti-Mexican/Latino comments in the aftermath of the brawl, I'm not inclined to disagree with that article.

3. CLASSISM HATER 

The classism hater (AKA elitist) is the kind who, in the most basic terms, can be described as a Grinch. This elitist, who thinks that nothing and nobody is worthy of His Eminence, will lament everything from modern television to how they just don't make coffee like they used to. The objective of this breed of haters is to highlight the decay that is swallowing modern society. As a testament to the species he belongs to, he will result to each and every avenue, regardless of its method, to hammer his point home. He will target music, films, pop culture . . . everything in contemporary society. He will drift back to a time when it wasn't all so crap - when social interaction from humans was once respectable.

The irony of the classism hater is that he seemingly has no concept of evolution. He doesn't realise that things HAVE TO change. If they didn't, then his favourite films and music of the past would not have been produced. His hobbies of once upon a time (now obsolete) evolved from a father and grandfather of tried, tested, and perhaps failed experiments. One of the distinctive traits of a hater is myopia - to be unable to ponder an argument from the other side of fence. And in this, the classism hater, who prides himself in reveling in a previous culture that is much superior to the contemporary culture, exhibits in shameless abundance.