This past weekend 2 players from opposing rust belt pro teams got into it during pregame warmups. Resulted in both being suspended from the game before it even started and fined 10 grand. Like 10 grand means anything to the bling bling boys. I don't get it. These guys ought to get a bonus check and a night with the chearleader of their wife's choice. The irony in this over reaction is multi-fold. First, within a 1/2 hour of the "incident" 22 members of these same teams were brawling on the field each trying to move an inflated pigskin into one of two happy zones, all while inflicting permanent brain damage, torn cartlidge, blown out knees, miles of abraded skin, and 100's of deep tissue contusions onto each other without a hint of remorse, except possibly the rat deal their agent got for them. All in front of millions of sh*tfaced, blood smelling fans hung over from the tailgate fest. Of course, the key tactical element of each play is designed to knock each other silly so the network can run a 2 minute beer ad. The helmets, pads and pain killing syringes are not just for show - they need this shit and then some. The winner is usually the team with lowest injury count. BTW the actual winner, is the one that makes the most bucks for the owner over the course of the season.
Second, the league brass needs to be reminded that this game and everything surrounding it is simply entertainment. Let me repeat for the brain damaged with questionable comprehension - it's only ENTERTAINMENT. World karma is not remotely at stake. Human survival is not being prolonged. We won't be out of Iraq any sooner. North Korea will still have nukes. The betterment of mankind is not being enhanced. No more kids in Sudan are being fed. We're still one viral mutation away from extinction. Watching a 3 hour football game is NO different than watching 2 hours of Laurel and Hardy reruns except that it will lighten your wallet a hellva lot faster and may get you beat up if you're wearing the wrong jersey or wave cheer out of synch. Another hint for the brass: Take a lesson from smackdown wrestling - add some drama to the pre and post games. Let these doped up human, neckless giants with wired up knees and more testosterone than brain matter get it on before and after the "game". That's what the fans want. This isn't Indian/Pakistani cricket with tea and scoons at intermission. This is American football where it's expected that the big boys maim each other. Why else would anyone pay $250 for a ticket and $20 beers in the ozone layer seats.
Here's a hint: there was more press time and talk radio banter on the pregame "incident" than on the actual game. Figured it out yet.
Time to go. Smackdown is starting. Gotta git my beer.
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Dude, my bad on the Korea mix up. Ya, I got a knee blown out playing FB in HS. That was before I had elderly wisdom and a creaky knee joint.
Where's the chilled one?
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