I don’t generally like watching sports — which might be an odd admission when the entire globe seems obsessed with the World Cup. I don’t feel attached to any particular team. For whatever reason, fervent displays of happiness and excitement make me uncomfortable — except, I suppose, after a dictator is overthrown by mass protests. My aesthetic sensibilities are offended by sports jerseys. As they say, there is no accounting for taste, because it really does come down to instinctive and sometimes visceral reactions to what we see and experience around us.
