Today, however, I am completely disgusted with the National Football League and its adherence to political correctness and crony capitalism as an organization which will do anything, and I mean anything, for a buck. Case in point, the refusal to allow Jerry Jones' Dallas Cowboys to wear arm in arm decals on their jerseys in honor of the five murdered Dallas police officers. This isn't the first issue that's made me displeased but this one is the icing on the cake. The NFL expects the local police in all locales to maintain police protection for their large crowded stadiums yet won't even stand up to a group of players who probably have no idea what truth and justice is.
Of course, since the NFL has basically dismantled the game and turned it into a skeleton of its old self, I shouldn't be surprised. I remember the days of games played on football fields where the mud was deep or the snow was deeper, yet the game always went on. And players like Butkus, Huff, Unitas, Riggins and Namath played with reckless abandon, always knowing that something bad could transpire. Yet the love of the game overpowered all else and the fans loved it, hearty fans who would sit for hours in the cold instead of filling club seats and often spending the game inside watching on TV.
We have "wussified" the nation to the point that our future is bleak and the NFL is just one of many examples of this. But for me it's just one example too many and I choose to sign off from the game. I won't miss the farce that they now call football and I certainly won't miss spending Sunday afternoons which by the nature of pro football's management violates my belief in what is true and right. Blue live do matter, just like all lives matter, and to fail to acknowledge this by telling a major franchise NO to a simple request for honoring the deceased puts the game on my permanent off limits list.
Bring back a man like Rozelle instead of a Goodell and maybe my mind could be changed but for now: Goodbye NFL, you aren't worth my time.