Albert Camus
Algeria lost today. Or maybe it was yesterday, I can’t be sure. I doubt that a single player wept at the result, for they all appear to be quite beyond caring. The national side’s apathetic performance, milling around in a state of ennui, staring at the sun, staring at the grass, surely indicates that they have been suddenly overwhelmed by the sheer absurdity of competitive football, struck perhaps by the similarities between their kicking a ball back and forth across a field, year in, year out, and the torment suffered by Sisyphus, eternally pushing a rock up a hill only to have it roll down again. Strictly speaking, of course, they are right. Scoring goals, conceding goals, both are essentially meaningless activities, but one must derive one’s own meanings from them and thus resist the descent into nihilism. Those who do not play the game are condemned to lose.
Last edited by Rob Stuart; 06-30-2014 at 09:16 AM.
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