It is torture
to all ears
I suppose there are a few other things in life that challenge our threshold for audial pain more than the buzzzzzz of the vuvuzelas during World Cup matches.
A Jeff Van Gundy unfiltered mix tape.
A musical tribute to the Baha Men, the visionary artists who gave us "Who Let The Dogs Out?"
But who am I kidding? I would rather have Jack Bauer rip off all my fingernails than listen to the annoying drone of the vuvuzelas for an entire soccer match.
Some "purists" insist we should not offend our gracious World Cup hosts. The sound signifies pride in the nation's heritage and support for its national team, Bafana Bafana. But there are plenty of ceremonies and events honoring South Africa during this tournament. Spectators should not be subject to this kind of torture. As for the viewing audience, bless the mute button, for it is a godsend.
They should be embraced
Los Angeles Times
The vuvuzelas are loud, annoying and incessant. But they aren't going anywhere.
FIFA was asked last summer to ban them from the World Cup — and refused. Officials were asked again over the weekend — and refused. So get used to the vuvuzelas because they're here to stay.
And that's a good thing because, for better or worse, the South Africans have adopted the cheap plastic horns as their own. The roads into Soweto, the massive township on the southwestern edge of Johannesburg, are lined with brightly painted statues of vuvuzelas, for example.
Long after this tournament ends, it's likely few will remember how the games were played. But everyone will remember what they sounded liked.
Noise present in all arenas
Let's call the incessant sound of the mass vuvuzela onslaught both a cultural delight and a tad annoying. We can both appreciate it as a South African tradition and be driven to watch World Cup matches with the TV on mute.
But let's stop the complaining and let's end calls for a vuvuzela ban. South Africa has the World Cup and that's what they do, so fans, announcers and players should get used to it.
The blaring music piped into every NBA building is excessive and annoying. Not all of us are fans of Neil Diamond's corny "Sweet Caroline," but we endure it at Fenway Park. And we'd all prefer arenas take "Crazy Train" and "Rock & Roll, Part II" out of the rotation.
We live with the annoying distractions and concentrate on the event. If this is the sound of soccer in South Africa, so be it. We'll enjoy a few minutes before turning down the volume.
More horns, and aspirin
More vuvuzelas, I say. Vuvuzelas to drown out the announcers. Vuvuzelas to fill your head with circling mosquitoes.
In elevators, let's have vuvuzela music as long as the World Cup runs. In offices, Vuvu-zak.
In history, let the story be retold how the vuvuzelas kept playing when the Titanic sunk, how Bill Clinton learned the vuvuzela as a boy, how Venezuela derived from Vuvuzela.
Can a major league baseball team replace cap night with vuvuzela night just so America can see what fun it must be to sit in a World Cup stadium? Can Florida State accompany the tomahawk chop to vuvuzelas?
More vuvuzela this World Cup, I say. And, please, more aspirin. A lot more.