Dogs blast off, 4-0, played well, thanks.
GENERAL NOTES
I’m the only one in the stands. All the rituals seem especially devoid of theater. I found a loose ball on the way to my seat, I’m coyly wondering if I should strategically sling it onto the court to disrupt a point. What if I’ve just been feigning neutrality? What if I love the dogs so much I’m not even going to drink throughout this match? A fan that just cried out sounded like Sissy Spacek, I suppose there are others here. So I’m not needed.
THE AVANT-GARDE OF HOG-DOG
Playing the razorbacks, shortened to “hogs”, which rhymes with “dogs”, sometimes there’s a rhythmic following of one by the other, hog-dog, dog-hog,
Go hog
Go dog
Dog hog
Dog dogs
Hogs dogs
Go hogs go
Dogs
Here’s a playlist of avant garde musical pieces I imagined mapping this sonic scheme onto.