February, the month of love?

For the entire month of February I seem to have been embroiled in other peoples arguments and problems. I have never really minded being involved in things if I have been able to see some form of achievement or positivity at the end of the road. Somehow or other, blame it on the stars or the weather if you like, I find myself in the position of not seeing anything good or positive coming out of any of this verbal tub-thumping, and I am inclined to think that quite often these days peoples egos are of a far greater size than their brains.
I am finding more and more that folk are not listening to what is being said to them, instead they are busy thinking of what they will say next and so these half-hearted conversations seem to swing back and forth like some awful game of tennis that none of the spectators are enjoying and that each time the tennis ball is struck the face on the ball is that of the players opponent.
So as I vent off my frustrated feelings about life and people in general I must also add that speaking for myself, and me being the only person I can truly speak for, that my life as always is so good. I am busy working on something that is like a dream coming true and I am learning that I am my own master and that in fact I am only a servant unto myself, being that as I do things for me I am honouring myself in some way or other.
Then I have always believed that I am lucky in so many ways and that the Universe has blessed me.

What I do not like about football.

I never enjoy watching football games, I find the combination of players, coach's and managers quite disgusting. I do not have to watch grown men, supposedly respected, sitting on the side line or whatever they call it, chewing their gum like dairy cows out on a picnic for the day. Have they ever watched themselves in replays? Personally I request visitors to my home to put their gum in the bin on arrival, and then try to make a mental note not to ask them back.
Then there is all the jumping about and hugging each other, or the jumping about and swearing, (yes, I can lip read), when things are going well or not. Are these esteemed coach's and managers unable to express themselves in a verbal manner unless it is with the expletive? If so then what is their purpose in the coaching and managing of their team? I have to ask how does communication take place in the dressing room!
What about the players then, do they have to run around the field spewing phlegm in every direction for other players to pick up in which ever way possible, i.e. whatever part of their anatomy lands on the playing field. Did their parents never teach them that it is not nice to spit in public?
Is it also necessary for them to hold tightly onto their private parts when free kicks are allowed? Or, is this them trying to show the crowd their maleness in a not so discrete manner. Here my thoughts tend towards thinking that they believe they are lacking in this field and therefore their egos insist that there is some form of a joint and group show of the masculine.
Is this a man/football thing or do other sports men and women do it as well? As far as I can remember I cannot recall seeing any of these peculiar behavioural patterns when watching cricket or tennis or other sports.
I must also admit to the fact that sport has become so political I am seriously thinking of watching parliamentary debates instead as they seem to be a bit more of what sport aught to be about.