I watch too much sports. Does anyone else get annoyed by players crossing themselves and pointing to the sky as if some mythical god helped them get a touchdown or base hit? Does the god really give a rats butt about sports?
I can't say it bothers me, no. I just think it's stupid.
I don't think it's a problem. If someone believes in a God and feels that their progress is attributed to being in favor with said God, then that's fine. Whatever makes them happy. Personally, I prefer to credit my hard work and perseverance rather than something make-believe, but I try to ignore other people's superstitions and I try not to think about it too much.
Yes it bothers me a little when I see players crossing themselves and also when they bow their head on the field like they’re praying. It’s just unreal how people can put so much faith into something that doesn’t exist to start with. However those people don’t bother me as bad as those who take a knee during the national anthem as they are disrespecting the veterans who fought and died for this country and made it possible for them to make all that money to start with.
Perhaps the problem is that the deity also watches too much sports and is, therefore, not paying attention to all the terrible things going down.
I'm obsessed with cycling, a sport that has many traditions and superstitions.
Italian riders, for example, believe that they'll suffer bad luck during the race if they pass salt to one another during team meals both before the race and while it's in progress. Some are content to pick up a salt shaker once it's been replaced in the middle of the table while others prefer not to take risks and insist on having their own shaker and will not pass it to anyone.
The salt superstition stems from the old belief that spilled salt somehow causes the devil to appear and get up to the sorts of high jinks with which he is associated. Danish Michael Sandstød was above all that: when he spilled salt during a team dinner, he decided to show his fellow cyclists a thing or two and deliberately brushed the salt onto the floor, which is an absolute no-no among the superstitious (the correct thing to do is to pick up some of the salt and throw it over your left shoulder so that it hits the devil in the eye, apparently), saying "It's just salt, do you see!". The very next day, Sandstød suffered a terrible crash on a fast downhill and smashed his shoulder and eight ribs, one of which punctured a lung so he spent the next few days on a ventilator. He retired not long afterwards, and the superstition lives on to this day.
I ignore them like the td celebration. I am just strictly about the game between the lines until the whistle. But I been dumping sports left and right. If the Jaguars were not in the playoffs my nfl season will be over. I also hate the commercials in the superbowl or the music. I don't want to see athletes in my concert... or musicians in my game. god can take the ball and deflate it anytime he wants. Wont hurt me.