They learn about them at boarding school so they have something to talk about with the nanny's boyfriend, I assume. (I don't know why I've got such a negative opinion about people who read The New Yorker. After all, I read The New Yorker, but that's primarily for two reasons:
1. Malcolm Gladwell writes for The New Yorker, but not often enough, and
2. Angry Mommy articles sometimes appear in The New Yorker, but not often enough.)
(Also, I only began reading The New Yorker because it was the only magazine around one night while I waited in the ER for Sweetie to get done having her kidney stone.)
Anyhow, here's what The New Yorker readers think about sports this week:
Golf is funny:
Although I'm not quite sure I get that one. Is the caddy saying the guy doesn't have to think about it so much? Is the joke in that the caddy used a decidely lowbrow, teenage monosyllable when golf is so hoity-toity? Why is the caddy standing so close, anyway?
Let's move on to:
Wrestling is for dumb people!
I assume that's what they're saying. I don't know. Again, I think the joke is lost on me. If only I was an actual New Yorker it might make sense. Is that Mixed Martial Tic-Tac-Toe? I think it is. About which initially I thought "I would watch that" but then I remembered that Mixed Martial Arts is still Mixed Martial Arts, whether or not Tic Tac Toe is involved, and I'm opposed to Hobo Crotch Kicking being considered a "sport."
I think it's meant to be more pro wrestling, though. So maybe the commentary is that both pro wrestling, and Tic Tac Toe are fake?
Being sophisticated is hard.