The world abounds with gymnasiums and stadiums for the playing of games. Historically, men who did not make it to the majors or, perhaps, even qualify to coach in the minors, placed renewed hopes on their children and got their adrenalin highs in stadiums.
Outside those ballparks, in the larger world, lived millions of "sports widows" who were beseiged with overwork. They often wished and still wish that the adrenalin junkies they married would stop playing games and do their share of the housework.
Beyond the sphere where those "widows" wash and clean and cook and nurture, there is a larger world: of ideas. The human awareness, if it is developed, perceives those ideas as certainly as the human eye observes the game in the stadium and the chores to be done around the house. From that larger sphere of understanding, the "widows" doing their chores have little more meaning than the adrenalin junkies, beer in hand, cheering wildly at the game.
Running back and forth across a field with a little pointed ball makes about as much sense as bringing another baby into an already grossly overpopulated world.
Neither the adrenalin junkies nor their "widows" are interested in hearing that they could be doing something more meaningful with their lives.