(Singing) I’M SO FRIIIIIIM! I don’t even know who is Derek Jeter! (/singing)
When I was a kid, I used to argue about this all the time – about why it makes sense to follow sports, that is; not about sports. Then as I got older, I realized that not everything has to have an explanation. Some people get immense visceral pleasure from music, others from torturing cats, others from making music that sounds like torturing cats (I’m looking at you, Ludwig). The point is that it’s a visceral, rather than moral experience, so it doesn’t require explanation.
Of course, as with any other form of pleasure, we should choose to pursue the ones that are positive rather than neutral or negative. But that doesn’t mean that it makes sense to fiddle with one’s beard hairs and question wisely and sanctimoniously how it makes sense to care so much about these SHKUTZIM because THEY don’t CARE about YOU!??!? (Thinking of my 11th grade rebbi here, not you.)