I was watching a climbing competition. I had never seen this before, and I am the world's worst fan of anything outdoors. The crowd was absolutely silent. Like, what, were they dead? It was eerie.
Cameo was a perfect example of the sport we love, because of the heavy concentration and the freedom it allowed the athletes, compared to what we do in our real lives. A top-ten contender got drilled off the wall by two burly volunteers, then grabbed an arm in an attempt to pull himself back onto the wall. The brawn of the competitors kicked in, and they were yelling and screaming, being half-carried away from the wall. In short order, everyone was pulled off the wall, the fight was finished, the duo were later ejected and the winner was declared.
Was that weird? No, of course not, that's what we all love. It's the circus, isn't it?