The din of the vuvuzelas is intolerable. The bone-breaking foot-high lunge tackles and foot stamping, gobbing and jetting of snot by blasé, mercenary and viciously cynical professional footballers is disgusting and degrading. The ball is not a proper football with its visually disorienting patterns that make it hard to address precisely, especially for goalies watching it spin. For tradition and consistency, the definition of a soccer ball should be a sphere made out of hexagonal and pentagonal panels. The result of all these travesties is a tournament in South Africa that is not only tiresome but essentially null and void for not using a proper football. Professional sport has become the sow that eats its own farrow.