On this weekend of semi finals (stupid Hawthorn), I’ve heard a number of sporting clichés being tossed around. One class of descriptors that I’ve always found interesting is the “soccer is the beautiful game” or “racing/boxing is the sport of kings” (which leads me to believe that horse fighting is the sport of… what’s better than a king, an emperor?). The one I’ve always seen as incongruous, however, is the idea of rugby as “god’s sport” that I’ve heard bandied around from time to time. Now, I’m no theologian (in fact I’m pretty far from it) but the idea of a divine sport being one where burly brick-headed men wrestle in the mud whilst trying to avoid being fingered is an interesting comment by itself on the religious landscape.
I was discussing this a while back with my housemate, and we hit upon a better candidate.
God’s sport is korfball.
For those who’ve never heard of korfball, it’s a Dutch invented sport that’s kind of like a cross between netball and soccer, and can be played indoor or outdoors.
It’s place as god’s sport is obvious, just look at the similarities:
- It’s played with mixed-gender teams, just like real life
- It has weird rules that no-one understands, but those who play go along with it.
- You score points for good sportsmanship
- People play it, and that’s fine, but anyone who’s super hardcore about it is rightly considered to be weird
- Ultimately the rest of the sporting universe ignores it
- It should in no way be used to influence public policy, and
- I don’t particularly want to play korfball.
Korfball. God’s sport.