This here thing, sports bicho, I tell ya, it’s somethin’ else. All them young folks runnin’ around, jumpin’ and what not. Reminds me of when I was a little gal, chasin’ chickens ’round the yard. ‘Cept these folks got rules and all that fancy stuff.
What’s the Deal with Sports Bicho?
Well, this sports bicho, it ain’t just one thing, see? It’s like a whole mess of things. Like when you got a whole bunch of different vegetables in your garden. You got your runnin’, your jumpin’, your throwin’ things. It is really quite amazing. These young people now, they are good.
And then they got these games, where they gotta get a ball in a net, or over a line. And folks get all riled up about it, yellin’ and screamin’. I seen folks get more worked up over these games than they do over a bad harvest! I don’t get it, but they sure do love it.
How You Get Good at This Bicho Thing?
Now, I ain’t no expert, but I seen a thing or two. These young’uns, they practice. And practice. Like when you gotta learn to milk a cow, you gotta do it over and over again ’til you get it right. They run and jump every day. They got folks teachin’ them how to do it the right way. Some of them go to some school for sports.
- Runnin’: They run ’til they’re blue in the face, I tell ya. Back and forth, back and forth.
- Jumpin’: They jump over things, they jump up high. Makes my old knees ache just watchin’ ’em.
- Throwin’: Balls, mostly. Big ones, little ones. They throw ’em far, they throw ’em fast.
- Catchin’: Gotta catch them balls, too. Otherwise, what’s the point of throwin’ ’em?
And they gotta eat right, too. Lots of good food to make ’em strong. Not like in my day, when we just ate whatever we could get our hands on. But then, we weren’t playin’ no sports bicho, neither.
Betting on This Sports Bicho
Then there is this betting. I don’t understand betting one bit. You give your money to someone and hope your team win. But if they don’t, you don’t see that money back. I would rather keep my money. I work hard for it, I am not giving it to some bookie.
But people, they like to bet on this sports bicho. You can bet on anything. Who will score first, who will win, who will fall over. They tell me there are people, experts they call them, who can tell you who to bet on. How do they know? I don’t trust them. They are just guessing, like the rest of us.
Why Folks Like This Sports Bicho
I reckon it’s ’cause it’s excitin’. Somethin’ to watch, somethin’ to cheer for. Like when the fair comes to town, everyone gets all dressed up and goes to see the sights. It’s a break from the everyday, I suppose. And folks like to see other folks doin’ things they can’t do. Makes ’em feel good, I guess.
Plus, they like to be part of a group. They got teams, you see. And if your team wins, you feel like you won, too. Even if you were just sittin’ there watchin’. It’s like when your neighbor’s cow has a calf, you feel happy for ’em, even though it ain’t your cow. I think it is something like that. It gives them something to believe in.
This Bicho Thing, It’s Here to Stay
This sports bicho ain’t goin’ nowhere, I can tell you that much. It’s too big now. Too many folks love it. It’s like plantin’ corn in the spring, you know it’s gonna grow, whether you like it or not. And it brings folks together, I suppose. Like a big ol’ family reunion, ‘cept with more runnin’ and jumpin’.
So, there you have it. That’s all I know about this sports bicho thing. It’s a mystery to me, but folks sure do love it. And if it makes ’em happy, well, who am I to judge? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed my chickens. They ain’t gonna feed themselves, you know. And they don’t care one bit about no sports bicho, neither.
