Armchair quarterbacks

I was weak earlier this week. You may know that I read a French blog called Big Pictures. A French journalist based on the East Coast writes it. It gives a French look at U.S. news. It’s quite interesting, if you read French.
The topic of the British sailors and Marines captured by Iran came up and a person nicknamed Diogenes stated that Britain should react properly to what is an act of war unlike Carter had. (Furthermore I am not convinced that either the British government or the Iranian are to be trusted about the position of the sailors when captured. It would take an uninvolved party to provide GPS coordinates for me to believe either of the belligerents. Gulf of Tonkin anyone?)
I flew of the handle and asked in the heat of the moment if he would be willing to partake in an action against Iran, or whether he was a couple of testicles short of following through on his beliefs. I admit that I was a little harsh. He replied with personal attacks, as expected, and avoided giving an answer. That behavior made my point: he is an armchair quarterback.
If I had a bachelor in psychology, as my little sister do, I could probably come up with some scientific names for the condition and I would be able to explain it. Unfortunately I am not and I simply view him as one of those rabid sports fans, overweight, under exercised, yet all-knowing of what each player should be doing at any given time and ready to verbally trash them if they do not catch the pass or sink the hoop. I am a sport fan myself. That is I like to practice sport, to get out there and do it. He lives vicariously through people like me. This thought made me immediately despise him. A feat only accomplished by a handful of people. I simply cannot stand people who see war as a spectator sport.
Now that my mind has been cleared by Aikido practice I realize that I shouldn’t despise him but sorry him. I will never be a sport star but I will have fun practicing. He will always be a wannabe.