Much like Quidditch, Lawson’s Red Bull drive made no sense

I WOULD like to take a moment to address something that has been on my mind for, oh, perhaps the last 20 years, if not longer.

- MORGAN BOLTON

It developed around my first contact with the Harry Potter universe, when I became aware of Quidditch.

Now, I don’t mind fantasy inventing sports. In fact, in a world-build-ing tool, it adds much-needed depth and colour — a sense of unity and familiarity to the world of the other, perhaps even a bit of comedy and drama.

For instance, if JRR Tolkien is to be believed, golf was invented at the Bat-tle of the Greenfields, when the hob-bit Bandobras Took swung his club so hard as to decapitate the orc king Golfimbul, the severed head land-ing in a rabbit hole some 100 yards away.

That I can see happening and explore with a degree of delight — more so because I find the concept of golf a tad ridiculous.

But Quidditch? No way… It just makes no sense.

Why chase gods when everyone should just chase the Snitch? What is the purpose of the Quaffle and the rigmarole of scoring 10 points when there is a way to score 150 points and end the match at the same time — no doubt with victory quite literally in hand?