Roar

I just watched a stop motion video with plastic army men recreate some Omaha Beach action. I noticed a sound effect that I haven't heard in a very long time. Men. Battle Cry. 

Now it's true that I haven't been to a professional football game in a long time and I've never been to a championship game. I've only recently been to the Long Beach Grand Prix, and I tend to prefer, now that I think about it, European sports. But the Premier League is coming soon to the awesome NBCSN and I should get a broadcast dose. But I would have to do a lot of thinking to place myself in a scary screaming crowd of men. Hmm. And I keep promising my son that I'd take him to Dagohir - maybe, maybe not.

But think about scaling it up for a moment. If you've ever played football, I mean tackle football with or without pads. You know what it's like to face dudes you intend to run around or run over. And if you've ever been in a sweep, you know the adrenaline rush of having three or four blockers in front of you as you move the ball downfield. The roar of the crowd heightens the rush. 

Now multiply that times 1000. You're a part of not just 11 men, but 11,000 men running and shouting and screaming down the field. Do you know what that roar sounds like? No you probably don't. You probably will never hear anything more dangerous than the roar of the crowd at soccer match. And now that I think about it, I recall how upset a lot of people got listening to the vuvuzela horns at the last World Cup.

You just don't know.