Officially bored to the point of being annoyed. And here’s why:
I’m a word nerd.
Had you heard? It’s true. I am.
The word hero comes from ancient Greek and it refers to “characters who, in the face of danger and adversity, display courage and the will for self-sacrifice for some greater good of all humanity.” There is a morality to the hero that is strong enough to make them accept personal danger when it’s the right thing to do.
It doesn’t mean “wins games” or “hugs cancer kids” or “doesn’t beat his wife.”
Maybe the sport story has adversity and courage, but where’s the self-sacrifice? Where’s the greater good?
I’m also a finicky bitch.
It’s true. Story checks out.
I’m not that impressed by someone being good at one thing. Especially if they have trained to be good at that one thing their whole fucking lives. Especially if, because they showed talent early on, they were wooed with money and fame and free education they didn’t even have to study for so they could focus 100% on being good at one thing.
He trained to play football really well and he does. Great? Sure. Hero? No.
You know who are heroes?
To name just a few, these guys are:
- The “Unknown Protestor” who risked his life and freedom by standing in front of the army tanks at Tiananmen Square, barring their passage.
- Emile Zola who risked his career and life to help exonerate a falsely accused man by writing a newspaper article accusing the highest levels of the French Army of obstruction of justice and anti-Semitism.
- Edward Snowden who risked his career, freedom and life by sharing with the media confidential government documents detailing the existence of numerous, illegal global surveillance programs
I’m not sure what level of sport skill they have, but they changed the world, so that’s pretty cool, if you like that sort of thing. No? You don’t? Then by all means worship a guy who throws a ball.