An activity soaked in testosterone, pockmarked head to toe with the Y chromosone? The evolutionary essence of maleness?
An activity as male as knife & club street fighting; mass murdering; or tossing any object overhanded!
At any other forum on the Net I'd have to allow maybe ten guesses. At this site you get only one.
Because even the dimmest bulb here should know . . .
SPORTS BETTING !!!
Not just gambling. There are a lot of women who gamble. And with perhaps the same percentage as men who do so compulsively, and out of control.
Females probably buy the most lottery tickets. Especially the scratch-offs. When I see a male - it's often a middle-aged or elderly one - holding up the convenience store line buying scratch-offs I suspect his Y chromosone is bracketed by a couple of X's.
Slot machines? Look at any casino floor and you'll see that it's co-ed, and probably weighted toward the ladies.
Because gathering food, as their ancestors did for eons, takes a lot less brain power than trying to kill a large, dangerous animal.
Horse racing? No, many women bet on horses. A lot of them are as fully capable of handicapping from the Form as are their boyfriends, husbands, and sons.
Tho most of the bigger horse bettors are male. Great majority.
But SPORTS BETTING is virtually exclusive to the Male Animal, a sports book is the den of the He-Bear.
Women may bet on Super Bowls, esp if "cute" QBs like Manning or Brady are in it, but virtually ALL women in a sports book at any time are there in company of the male of their choice.
Some may check it out - as I think a few like hanging here - to soak up some of that heavy testosterone stink. But, unlike here, if duing a big game a naked gal like the ones displayed on the avatars here walked by, the male hunters, intent on the game, would hardly give her a glance.
Time and place for everything. Mating after hunting . . .
I will grant that there are chromosonally-damaged women - very, very few - who may have a love for street fighting of a deadly nature. As there are males with chromosonic abnormalities who may prefer knitting to football.
And that once in a blue moon you will hear about a female serial killer. Maybe once in a rainbow-hued moon - the only one I ever heard tell of was such a rarity that Hwood made a movie of her life.
And I suspect that somewhere on this planet there are female freaks who can throw a spear or ball overhanded, without looking like a spastic child.
For long eons the male hunted, with rocks and spears, while the female of the species gathered, cooked, and bore the children. Nature's division of labor . . .
Overhead throwing is not "natural" to the human anatomy. It's a leaned behavior, but the successful hunters fathered more kids, and so the triat had a chance to embed as a genetic characteristic.
(And I don't know if the WWII women's baseball league had pitchers who threw overhand or underhand, softball-like, natural. Hwood make a movie of it, but I have zero faith in that industry to speak truthfully.)
Overhand throwing, like sports betting, is the domain of the Male Animal.
Sports betting is much like hunting, our earliest organized human - even pre-human - activity. It has roots deep in our primal brain.
Hunting then was a deadly game, with human casualties. No firearms. Hunters were weaker than most game (like the huge wooly mammouth on the glacier's edge), and nowhere near as fast.
He had only his superior brain to handicap - so to speak -
how to bring home the prize. He had to do two things to be successful in winning the mammouth hide:
Plan. And execute.
Planning involved hunting in teams, in relays,to wear the animal down. In figuring out terrain, directinon of wind, tactics of the fleeing beast, feinting, and trapping.
And executing: having the nerve to get close enough to toss the deadly rocks, and later, spears or arrows. To "pull the trigger," prehistorically speaking. And, as was often the case, to put one's life on the line, to win the day.
Sound familiar, guys? The planning is the handicapping. The actual attack on the animal is the wagering.
In a Vegas sports book during big games the scent of the Male Animal in the hunt is palpable. The same kind of yelling that the primitive tribesmen did when chasing down an African antelope, or that the European Neanderthal or Cro-Magnon men did when chasing a wooley mammouth over the ice fields.
And the heady exultation after a kill. The delirious high-fiving. All of it . . . . We are what we were.
Some years ago, as a part time thing, almost a hobby, I ran a small sports service. One year I decided to try to make it larger, and purchased a mailing list of clients of failed touts, buyers of sports betting books - things like that.
Once, out of curiosity, I checked out a couple thousand names on the list.
Overwhelming male. Yes, some of those with a first name initial rather than an identifiable name may have been women. And there were a couple - like three - female names of the list.
Even there, I suspect most of those gals were gifting their sports betting mates.
I have heard of a lot of sports touts. But only one that I recall was female: Brooklnyite Barbara Nathan, but she hasn't been heard of since the 1980s.
Of the handful of women on this forum only one handicaps the games (and decently,I might add, picked NY outright to win the SB).
But she doesn't bet. Plans the attack but doesn't make the kill. Kind of like coitus interruptus . . .
Yes, I'm sure,somewhere, there are a few females who do handicap and bet. Who knows, a rare prehistoric tribe may have had a valued Amazon who both planned the hunt and participated in the kill?
But very few, and very far between.
So stomp, shout, honk, grunt, bellow, hoot, holler all you want, gents.
You're in your lair here.
An activity as male as knife & club street fighting; mass murdering; or tossing any object overhanded!
At any other forum on the Net I'd have to allow maybe ten guesses. At this site you get only one.
Because even the dimmest bulb here should know . . .
SPORTS BETTING !!!
Not just gambling. There are a lot of women who gamble. And with perhaps the same percentage as men who do so compulsively, and out of control.
Females probably buy the most lottery tickets. Especially the scratch-offs. When I see a male - it's often a middle-aged or elderly one - holding up the convenience store line buying scratch-offs I suspect his Y chromosone is bracketed by a couple of X's.
Slot machines? Look at any casino floor and you'll see that it's co-ed, and probably weighted toward the ladies.
Because gathering food, as their ancestors did for eons, takes a lot less brain power than trying to kill a large, dangerous animal.
Horse racing? No, many women bet on horses. A lot of them are as fully capable of handicapping from the Form as are their boyfriends, husbands, and sons.
Tho most of the bigger horse bettors are male. Great majority.
But SPORTS BETTING is virtually exclusive to the Male Animal, a sports book is the den of the He-Bear.
Women may bet on Super Bowls, esp if "cute" QBs like Manning or Brady are in it, but virtually ALL women in a sports book at any time are there in company of the male of their choice.
Some may check it out - as I think a few like hanging here - to soak up some of that heavy testosterone stink. But, unlike here, if duing a big game a naked gal like the ones displayed on the avatars here walked by, the male hunters, intent on the game, would hardly give her a glance.
Time and place for everything. Mating after hunting . . .
I will grant that there are chromosonally-damaged women - very, very few - who may have a love for street fighting of a deadly nature. As there are males with chromosonic abnormalities who may prefer knitting to football.
And that once in a blue moon you will hear about a female serial killer. Maybe once in a rainbow-hued moon - the only one I ever heard tell of was such a rarity that Hwood made a movie of her life.
And I suspect that somewhere on this planet there are female freaks who can throw a spear or ball overhanded, without looking like a spastic child.
For long eons the male hunted, with rocks and spears, while the female of the species gathered, cooked, and bore the children. Nature's division of labor . . .
Overhead throwing is not "natural" to the human anatomy. It's a leaned behavior, but the successful hunters fathered more kids, and so the triat had a chance to embed as a genetic characteristic.
(And I don't know if the WWII women's baseball league had pitchers who threw overhand or underhand, softball-like, natural. Hwood make a movie of it, but I have zero faith in that industry to speak truthfully.)
Overhand throwing, like sports betting, is the domain of the Male Animal.
Sports betting is much like hunting, our earliest organized human - even pre-human - activity. It has roots deep in our primal brain.
Hunting then was a deadly game, with human casualties. No firearms. Hunters were weaker than most game (like the huge wooly mammouth on the glacier's edge), and nowhere near as fast.
He had only his superior brain to handicap - so to speak -
how to bring home the prize. He had to do two things to be successful in winning the mammouth hide:
Plan. And execute.
Planning involved hunting in teams, in relays,to wear the animal down. In figuring out terrain, directinon of wind, tactics of the fleeing beast, feinting, and trapping.
And executing: having the nerve to get close enough to toss the deadly rocks, and later, spears or arrows. To "pull the trigger," prehistorically speaking. And, as was often the case, to put one's life on the line, to win the day.
Sound familiar, guys? The planning is the handicapping. The actual attack on the animal is the wagering.
In a Vegas sports book during big games the scent of the Male Animal in the hunt is palpable. The same kind of yelling that the primitive tribesmen did when chasing down an African antelope, or that the European Neanderthal or Cro-Magnon men did when chasing a wooley mammouth over the ice fields.
And the heady exultation after a kill. The delirious high-fiving. All of it . . . . We are what we were.
Some years ago, as a part time thing, almost a hobby, I ran a small sports service. One year I decided to try to make it larger, and purchased a mailing list of clients of failed touts, buyers of sports betting books - things like that.
Once, out of curiosity, I checked out a couple thousand names on the list.
Overwhelming male. Yes, some of those with a first name initial rather than an identifiable name may have been women. And there were a couple - like three - female names of the list.
Even there, I suspect most of those gals were gifting their sports betting mates.
I have heard of a lot of sports touts. But only one that I recall was female: Brooklnyite Barbara Nathan, but she hasn't been heard of since the 1980s.
Of the handful of women on this forum only one handicaps the games (and decently,I might add, picked NY outright to win the SB).
But she doesn't bet. Plans the attack but doesn't make the kill. Kind of like coitus interruptus . . .
Yes, I'm sure,somewhere, there are a few females who do handicap and bet. Who knows, a rare prehistoric tribe may have had a valued Amazon who both planned the hunt and participated in the kill?
But very few, and very far between.
So stomp, shout, honk, grunt, bellow, hoot, holler all you want, gents.
You're in your lair here.
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