Why do we watch sports? It’s not a question you can answer simply, there are a thousand cultural and innate responses to it, but I believe the thing that has made professional sport society’s most loved diversion from life is the outcome. Or, more specifically, the fact that the outcome is not scripted, is written live before our eyes, the way frailties and strengths are revealed and magnified in front of a thousand cameras.
And the way, very occasionally, you see something so unexpected, so utterly fantastic that it makes up for any number of dull processions. This is where Kody comes in. He had, quite frankly, embarrassed himself. To step up to the big stage and perform so shoddily defies belief. To all who were watching, it was a classical debacle, this scion from a family of brilliant athletes conniving new ways to shame them with every approach. All that remained was to close it out, then try to forget, slip away from the sport and find some new reason to exist. Kody, though, had other plans, as you can see…
What an athlete. What an effort. Kody, Dead Ball salutes you.
– Duncan Greive