the daily wheezy-2-look-at-pitchers: part two: the unpicturing, 5-1-20

the photogdúmpenbùrgerdampf continues …

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Sports didn’t begin with the National Football League. Games like tennis, badminton and pole throwing have been around for hundreds of years but the one Americans like best is good, ol’ American football. If you’ve followed the Green Bay Packers or the Cleveland Browns you well know you can show support for them by buying team paraphernalia. You could buy an Aaron Rogers hat or an Otto Graham football card. A Bart Starr frisbee is probably available.

Sports in the glory days of Mayan culture, I suspect, wasn’t much different if I’m reading this cup right. They played a game called ‘pok-a-tok’. It’s description:

The objective of the game was to get a ball through a narrow stone hoop placed on the court wall, often as high up as 20 feet from the ground. Players were not allowed to use their hands or feet—only their head, shoulders, elbows, wrists, and hips.

Okay, read it again:

The objective of the game was to get a ball through a narrow stone hoop placed on the court wall, often as high up as 20 feet from the ground. Players were not allowed to use their hands or feet—only their head, shoulders, elbows, wrists, and hips.

I can’t wrap my head around how it looked when contested but I’m thinking it required MASSIVE skill to play and win a game. Which is good because frequently the losing captain, and in some cases the entire team, was sacrificed (killed) to appease the Maya gods.

So, this cup. I’m guessing this cup was one of those team swag things designed and made for THE best pok-a-tok player ever. I mean, why waste time owning a cup honoring the leader of a middling team? He certainly wouldn’t be long for the league. And because I found a ‘Mayan name generator’ online I feel duty bound to use it. This drink mug is in honor of ‘Broadway’ Akbit Gukumatz of the Xkalachetzimin Jets (the Mayans did, after all, have contact with para-terrestrial space ships which visited from alternate galaxies long ago and far away).

 

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I’m not sure what this picture represents but it sure looks an awful lot like the type of diagram used when applying for an invention patent. Is it possible that a German invented the human brain and wanted credit for it? I certainly couldn’t find fault with anyone wanting to be paid royalties for having designed such a complex body organ. If so, I wonder how it turned out?

 

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Here’s a sexist photograph for you. See? Women spend all their time shopping, amiright? Well, partly. This was taken back in the 1950s, maybe the early ‘60s, when there were fewer women in the workforce than in these modern and troubling times. America isn’t all free speech and democracy, you know. Consumerism is a major leg of this sturdy table we call The United States*. Rather than running  the risk of being colored as a mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging Hoosier I will add other pictures which define commercialism in non-XX terms. I hope this assuages your fears that The Purging Lutheran is a mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging yokel.

 

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Every evening I think I’m going to post this picture the following morning. It’s not that I don’t wake up in the A.M. (I frequently do) but The Purging Lutheran rarely does anything productive for at least two hours after wakey-wakey and by the time I get to it it’s usually early to mid-afternoon at best. By the way, my name isn’t ‘Catherine’ but it might be in another parallel universe. Honestly, how would it really be any different than me and my name in this universe?

 

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I bet more people think this way than they admit.

 

Psalm 68:17-18

The chariots of God, twice ten thousand,
    and thousands more besides,
The Lord in the lead, riding down Sinai—
    straight to the Holy Place!
You climbed to the High Place, captives in tow,
    your arms full of booty from rebels,
And now you sit there in state,
    God, sovereign God!

 

* of America

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