Ticket to heaven

My husband is driving me crazy. At the moment every other sentence coming out of his mouth has something to do with FOOTBALL. The rest coming out of his mouth is even more incomprehensible, and that I pay no attention to (“Bla bla bla, browser, bla bla, kilobytes, megabytes, gigabytes, bla bla, net framework…”).

Albert Camus is supposed to have said “All that I know most surely about morality and obligations, I owe to football". What? Explains at least why his name is connected with absurdism. There are certainly many useless lives, but the most useless one must be the one being a football player.

I can imagine Beckenbauer knocking on the heaven’s door, and God asks him:
“So Franz, what have you accomplished on earth?”
“Well, I have been running after a ball for 50 years.”
“And you call that for an achievement? While people have been locked up for years at Guantanamo without trial, you have just been kicking a ball? Back to earth and this time do accomplish something.”

And God gives Franz a broom to bring along back to earth.



Reborn Cannavaro?