…because I can no longer watch the NFL. I’m finished with the league and its insistence upon inundating its audience with socio-political claptrap at every turn.
For a long time now I’ve put up with a free agency system and salary caps that have resulted in teams losing many of their best players to rivals year after year. I’ve tolerated the ridiculous rule changes and the gradual feminizing of the game I love. But this most recent trend of preaching to me and all my fellow football fans about political and social issues whenever some thug player does something immoral or unlawful in his private life, is the final straw that has broken this aging camel’s back.
I saw this trend coming several years ago when players on a number of teams began wearing pink shoes and gloves in order to help raise awareness about breast cancer. Now I ask you, who the hell wants to be constantly reminded of cancer while watching a sporting event? Anyone?!?
Look here, if you’re a multi-millionaire football player or team owner who wants to spend his free time supporting worthy causes, then God bless you! That is a noble endeavor, to be sure, but please leave your pet projects OFF THE PLAYING FIELD!
Now, you may well ask what cancer awareness has to do with the recent Ray Rice incident, or any similar scandal that has permeated the industry of late.
My answer is simple. It has nothing to do with Ray Rice’s behavior off the field in exactly the same way it has nothing to do with professional football games, and in exactly the same way Ray Rice’s criminal act has nothing to do with either thing.
As for those pretentious, hollier-than-thou sports commentaters who’ve decided that it’s somehow their duty to waste countless hours mindlessly chattering about things like gun violence and spousal abuse – as if your average 5-year-old boy didn’t know that it’s wrong to go around punching out girls – instead of talking about football, SCREW YOU TOO!
I can’t speak for every football fan in America, but I bet I speak for the vast majority of them when I say that I don’t tune into an NFL game to hear some barely literate ex-jock lecture me on the importance of treating women with respect, or analyze to death the psychological makeup of a guy who gets off watching dogs tear each other to shreds.
I watch the NFL Channel and other sports networks in order to see my favorite teams play ball, and occassionally get scores and injury updates from around the league. On the off chance that some key player gets in trouble and is suspended for however long that may prove to be, all I need to know is that it happened. What I don’t need to hear is anyone’s opinion about why it happened, or how many times similar things happen every day in America, or the cultural significance of such events. That’s NOT NEWS! That, my friends, is egotism run amok. THAT is claptrap.
Instead of you so-called sports reporters gibbering like monkeys about the latest cause celebre, how about sharing with fans like me some inside dope about why the Pittsburgh Steelers can’t seem to rebuild their once-dominant defense in any significant way – or is that too freakin’ relevant to your job description?
Former President Ronald Reagan once said: “I didn’t leave the Democratic party, the Democratic party left me.” What he meant by that should be fairly obvious to most people, but I’ll try to clarify his sentiment just in case some of my readers don’t get it. What Reagan was saying is that he hadn’t changed substantially from who he’d been as a much younger man, but that an institution he once admired and had always identified with HAD changed in ways which left it fundamentally at odds with his worldview.
I, of course, am no Ronald Reagan, so please excuse me if my farewell to an institution that I once admired and identified with is somewhat less diplomatic in tone.
Today’s NFL is but an ever-fading shadow of its former self. It is increasingly more money-driven and arrogant than ever before, and it has completely lost touch with the fans for which it owes its very existence. The media personalities who surround it are even more clueless, but that’s hardly surprising considering the general nature of mainstream journalism in the 21st century.
Suddenly, the words “tits on a bull” leap to mind, but I won’t belabor the point out of respect for the few truly good news reporters out there – sports or otherwise – who understand what people actually expect them to do, and then seek to fulfill those expectations to the best of their abilities.
Now, getting back to the NFL itself, the thing that pisses me off as much as anything else about the modern league is the complete lack of loyalty exhibited by many of its players. These all-about-the-Benjamins bellends don’t give a square shit about anybody but themselves, so they can just go learn French for all I care.
Again, “tits on a bull”… but I digress.
In the final analysis, The National Football League has proved to me beyond all reasonable doubt that it is no longer worthy of my emotional investment or my kind attention.
So, go ahead and stick a fork in me, NFL. I’m done!
Sincerely, Edward L. Daley