Handball

I don't grasp the concept of handball. If you want to say it's a great fitness activity, I'll go along. But spending hours slamming a rubber ball against a wall with no discernible goal other than to make the other player look foolish seems a waste of time and energy.
Handball leagues, if they exist, certainly don't generate any income. Handball statistics are a mystery; no one gets handball scholarships. There are no great handball memoirs or novels or movies. Bar flies don't argue over the greatest handball teams or stars. Where are the endorsements? If it's an Olympic sport why don't we ever see coverage?
Sweaty fat guys get just as much court time as athletic types. I've seen 60 year old men scrambling around like their life is at stake. Ambidextrous humans swatting with both hands is as close to mystical as this sport gets. I do like the thwacking sound the ball makes when it hits wall, but you get more thwack for the buck at volleyball matches.
On the plus side, handball is supremely more exciting than badminton, created by athletically challenged English aristocracy for slim noblemen and thin boned women carrying parasols. Maybe handball organizers should do what beach volleyball people did-put babes in bikinis out there. And serve beer.