Few people today remember why humans are so fascinated with the activities we call "sport". Football (American), basketball, football (soccer), volleyball, tennis and other more obscure sports like dodgeball or kickball or foursquare are worldwide obsessions. Why?
They don't teach this in history anymore, but the search for the answer leads us back more than a million years, to the time when our ancestors were the crew of a large Ventrillion exploitation and pillaging vessel. On one mission in the middle of nowhere, the ship crashed into an asteroid belt near a star we now call "the sun" and our ancestors were set afloat in space. As you might imagine, air becomes a most precious commodity when you're afloat in space. Being Ventrillions, our ancestors kept their spare air in containers of rubber or animal hide. These were usually spherical, though some had more of a vesica piscis shape.
As has always been the case in our history when infinite appetites compete for finite resources, fighting soon broke out among various factions over the air. We were trained pillagers, after all. Bloody and awful battles started and continued through the entire time we were adrift, and many people died. Others acheived glory in victory. Loyalty was fleeting, and many of the most skilled were drafted from group to group. They would fight for the containers and gather them into heavily defended nets or baskets. The most skilled developed a talent for throwing or kicking or batting the air balls into the goals from a distance. They were fighting for survival. They were heroes of old.
Today, of course, air is plentiful for us. Nevertheless, we still cannot resist the urge to wrap little bits of air in rubber or animal hide and do battle. We cannot help it. We are trained pillagers. It's what we do.
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