I'm tired of the acceptance of hearing people cry out in hysterical fits of rapture or angst at the site of young men running and jumping across a field of white lines. You look and sound slightly insane. Don't get me wrong, I do understand the need for occasional insanity but I prefer to practice my insanity in private. But go ahead, snort up all the white lines, increase your hysteria into full blown fits of delusions that you are in fact somehow having an effect on the outcome of a game; some other effect besides the obvious - you are making somebody very rich. There's one born every minute.