I was a big football fan. I had a season ticket to the New York Giants during the great years of the 1980's when they won their first two Super Bowls. I was glued to the TV every Sunday. I went to the bar to watch Monday night football every week with my cronies. We bet like crazy. On games. Prop bets. Pools. The Super Bowl was a holiday with a party and a big ta-do.
I haven't seen a game in almost ten years.
Ever since they started kneeling during the National Anthem, I have refused to follow football. Or basketball for that matter. Both have become the repository of every malign trend in our society. You know where cashless bail originated? In the NFL where they gloss over criminal activity to get Felons on the field. Nothing matters anymore. Idiotic liberal white woman kill themselves to protect illegal immigrant child molesters. Football teams feature domestic abusers and gangbangers if they can block and tackle. Of course it is a matter of demographics. The talent pool football draws from is predominately from the criminal class. So supporting football is supporting crime and criminals.
The management of the game has gone full retard. Most recently illustrated by the selection of noted pervert and Satanist "Bad Bunny" as the halftime act. There are literally millions of other people who could have headlined. They picked this misbegotten abortion to represent America to it's fans. It should serve as the final nail in coffin. But it won't.
Football really only matters because of betting. It is a multimillion-dollar racket that has gone mainstream. I used to have to track down my bookie at the bar to place a wager. Now you can do it on your phone. Without betting, football would have all of the popularity of cricket or curling. So, it will continue its degenerate ways into the foreseeable future. Much to the determinate of our nation.
I remember enjoying the CBS documentary "The Violent World of Sam Huff." It was a profile of the New York Giant linebacker and All Pro. In those days the media was Giant-centric. Many of the players became media stars. Frank Gifford. Kyle Rote. Pat Summerall. Sam Huff never reached those heights but he was a Hall of Famer.
The game that Sam played is gone. He is famously quoted in the film; "We try to hurt everybody. We hit each other as hard as we can. This is a man's game."
Now we have "Bad Bunny" as the face of the NFL. Not Sam Huff.
I will be watching the Hallmark Channell instead of the Superbowl.
If only I could bet on the widowed fireman with the precious daughter getting to marry the spunky city girl who came home to run her family's Christmas Tree lot. It would be a sure thing.
6 comments:
Know wht you mean. They lost me with free agency and all that ~1980.
PS The NFL documentaries, narrated by local anchor John Facenda, had a personal connection. Steve Sabol, son of Ed, was a couple years ahead of me where I went to school.
It's not dead to me yet, as MrM watches the games, and I sometimes catch the end of one before we watch a different show together. I sat through the entire SuperBowl this time around and was almost bored to death with the play action. All the hype and sell surrounding that event left me feeling relieved at the end that it was all over and done for another year, with Spring and the squeek, squeek, whistle, squeek of basketball, on the way.
The Stupid Bowl is almost always a blowout, so you're by no means alone.
I haven't really followed football since the AFL died. Now, even the college games are overhyped and underwhelming.
I too havent watched a game since whatshisname took a knee during the anthem. I hope that a$$hole dies in a house fire and Im not exaggerating, I really do.
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