I imagine that, centuries from now, sociologists will try to figure out from the remains of our civilisation what it was that made generations of people living around the turn of the third millennium, at a time when the most advanced technologies were being developed, to swing plain old clubs, day after day, to drive even more antiquated balls over grass, sand, water and snow, through woods and among snakes, crocodiles or cactuses at the very least, to search for them in mud, wade through water, dodge lightning and lament one's fate as a perpetual beginner.
Verjetno bodo sociologi čez stoletja na podlagi ostankov naše civilizacije modrovali okoli vprašanja, kaj neki je generacije na prelomu v tretje tisočletje gnalo, da so sočasno z razvojem najsodobnejših tehnologij, s primitivnimi palicami iz dneva v dan množičneje tolkli še bolj arhaične žogice po travi, pesku, vodi, snegu, v gozdu, med kačami, krokodili ali vsaj kaktusi, jih iskali v blatu, brodili po vodi, se izmikali strelam in objokovali svojo usodo večnega začetnika.