The Peak of Pointlessness: Celebrating Stadium Stamp Collecting
Seriously? Thirty NFL stadiums in 72 days? Fifty-six games in a single season? Let’s just pause for a moment and collectively question the sanity of humankind, shall we? Apparently, theres a man who dedicated himself to this… achievement. An achievement that involves enduring overpriced hot dogs, lukewarm beer, and the collective roar of 70,000 people chanting predictable phrases. Bravo! You’ve managed to tick off a list. A list of concrete and steel boxes filled with grown adults pretending to have meaningful emotional investment in men throwing an oblong object.
I mean, congratulations on your dedication, I suppose. It must be truly thrilling to check another stadium off the map, as if conquering Everest by purchasing a commemorative pin. This isn’t passion; this is performance art. A desperate attempt at demonstrating something – what, exactly? Superiority? Leisure time availability? An alarming lack of hobbies that involve, you know, interacting with other humans in a remotely enriching way?
I bet he didnt even watch any of the games properly. Probably too busy snapping selfies with the stadium architecture and bragging about his record. While the rest of us are trying to navigate life’s complexities – jobs, relationships, occasionally remembering to eat vegetables – this individual is meticulously collecting stadium attendance points. Its a peak of pointless dedication. A monument to modern absurdity. I need a nap.
