I feel like I want to, but I don't discount that. I think about boxing, and how on the one hand the real high is the moment and watching individuals who you follow take punishments and dish them out. But the "sport" is only truly compelling because it has an elemental and metaphorical dimension- nothing intellectual, but rather something fuzzily sensed. Metaphors aren't only a literary conceit. Our subconscious breeds them prodigiously, and irritates us with them with no explanation. This is the only way I can account for the troglodytes at JM coming up with those tight, relentless closeups of UPSIDEDOWN female heads submitting inexplicably to preposterously pistoning peni. Is it a metaphor? It has to be, or else I would not be so upset and pulled everywhicha way.