Buts sportsball is even moreso the 800lb gorilla in the room. Imagine a dystopia, where the bread and circuses of the Romans have returned. Now imagine a gladiatorial sport made up of 80% roided up giant africans, cheered on by a bunch of white cheerleaders. Now imagine tens of thousands of rowdy white faces in the stands, wearing the jerseys of these foreigners as if they were the armor and spears of a proud and healthy people, guzzling down on estrogen-hops while these musclebound africans sweat and pounce each other to the screams of the audience and the sexual mating dances of the white cheerleaders. Now imagine millions of overweight, impotent white men sitting on a couch, their gaze transfixed on the television, their emotions tied up on whether Jamal will get the touchdown. They all live vicariously through these negroids that have been elevated to demi-god status by popular culture. TOUCHDOWN! Joe cheers with pride as Jamal does a victory dance; his favorite player scored for the team! The camera pans on Jamal's wife, Brittney, a blonde beauty who met him in college when he was a budding college football player, loved by his college and community. Later that night is a press interview with Jamal; his wife by his side, with what looks to be a black eye. "I'd like to give props to da owner Levi Morowitz for giving me this opportunity!"