I used to watch NFL football. Then, after tale after tale of players getting arrested and it became the National Felon League, I sorta stopped and half-assed paid attention to it. I mean, I’d watch the Denver Mannings (previously the Indianapolis Mannings) but otherwise, I only watched it if it happened to be on where I was. Then, that lickspittle clown Bob Costas decided that football was where we should discuss gun control. And other things:
Domestic violence is now the big thing since Rice decked his now wife. And warrants coverage.
Some guy took a switch to his kid, which is a southern thing – heck, I’ve had to go pick my own switch off a tree a few times in my life. That is child abuse. And warrants coverage.
October is NFL wears pink month for breast cancer awareness. Show of hands, who in the world is actually unaware of breast cancer?
All the concussion, violent sport, men are brutes nonsense.
And the Redskins should change their name because it’s racist nonsense that almost exactly zero people give a fuck about. And warrants coverage.
I watch football because I like it. Not to hear self-righteous idiots blather about social issues when their only job qualification is they used to play the game or that they look good in a suit. Shut the fuck up.
I’m done with the NFL but may keep up with the %city% Mannings. And don’t ruin college football for me.