There are many, many people who believe in karma in all facets of their lives.
Me? I’m not one for that.
I see good people try, fail and continually get up and give while miserable, obnoxious and cretinous types seem to enjoy looking down, being greedy and mean and seemingly (at least from the outside) have little bad stuff to worry about.
I find the “what goes around, comes around” idea to be impossible to follow within capitalism where dollars are more important than people, it turns karma to a fallacy.
But I do believe in the Sporting Gods.
The deities that are guardians of fairness, operating within and sometimes outside the laws, rules and conditions of games to ensure that the pursuit of victory is fair.
The beings that ensure players are given an equal opportunity to compete at their level, right the wrongs of others and that the beer is cold and hands are shaken after games.
- The Cricketing Gods are careful to make sure that if one day you will be given out caught behind off your thigh pad, you will be dropped at slip on naught another day.
They watch the fielder who is clearly over the boundary but does not signal a four to the umpire and correct this behaviour with a busted fingernail dropping a catch a week or two down the track. - The Hockey Gods will dictate that if you carry on above your station, you are less likely to make a clean trap in the next month.
- The Football and Rugby Gods can make a ball bounce in unpredictable ways either for or against you, based on your attitude toward the game, the umpire/referee, your opponents and even yourself.
And so on, and so forth……
In recent weeks, I have witnessed unfair at local and international level and I know, deep in my soul that the Sporting Gods will prevail.
One has not fully been dealt with by the Hockey Gods, but our Div 8 team wait with anticipation.
The other was one of the biggest stages in the world.
In the Round of 32 match at the 2026 FIFA World Cup in the USA, Canada and Mexico, striker for the US Folarin Balogun brought down and opponent and was invited by the referee to have an early shower and take no further part in the game – straight red card.
As a result, under rules that have been around for seemingly millennia, Balogun was suspended and ineligible to be selected for the round of 16 game against Belgium.
That should have been the end of it.
But no.
As is the want of the most power imbecile in the world, US President Donald Trump decided to wave his knob around in a show of power rivalled only by his ego.
He jumped on the blower to FIFA President Gianni Infantino, and a sword fight started, only ending when the man with a disdain for consent got what he came for.
Despite his name sounding more like Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor would be more interested than the Cockmander-in-chief, Infantino did what any good sycophant would do when approached by a felon, exactly what he was told.
Many would argue that he overturned a suspension and that’s about it.
Incorrect.
What Infantino did, was prove:
- How pathetic he is.
- How much people from all walks of life and levels of power or money pander to this poorly tanned bellend.
- The Hansie Cronje is now the Patron Saint Sporting Fairness.
- That the US clearly do not understand how anything outside their borders work.
The Football Gods had other ideas.
Much like when they conspired with a ripped of shaman to prevent the Socceroos qualifying for a World Cup for decades, the Football Gods stepped in.
Using the Belgium team as a vessel for good, the Football Gods dished out a 4-1 bitch slapping of the unnecessarily vocal and uneducated to prove:
- Sporting integrity can’t be brought.
- They don’t give a tinker’s fig about the US and all its bluster and money.
- That FIFA can suck a golf ball through a garden hose all it wants but it will eventually choke.
- Sport is the great equaliser.
With the Seppos bounced out on their arse, not that many of the populous know it, the competition will continue and be won by a deserving team.
Not a team that needed a bully to stand over his “mates” to gain an unfair advantage.
Back to the Ballroom for another nap old man.
You may be the big boss of your dung hill, but the Sporting Gods are stronger, and they play away games too.
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