I love the NFL. There’s nothing more exciting to me. After the Super Bowl, I count the days until the Draft, followed by off-season training sessions, then pre-season and the new season. I fear dying before I get enough. It is the coolest and most anticipated thing in my life. When the season starts, I am in 7th Heaven. “Lord, I thank you for the NFL.” Give me football on my death bed.
Millions of Americans and people all over the world love the sport. Players sacrifice their bodies and minds for our enjoyment. Billions of dollars are at stake. Players undergo surgeries we have to research on the Internet to understand. A lateral this and a medial lateral that is music to our ears. Living beyond 65 for an offensive lineman is a luxury, but who cares? We have our sport. Today’s Gladiators provide our entertainment and milk our weaknesses by proxy.
The NFL is a mutli-billion dollar industry. Our stadiums are like the Colosseum of Rome. The players are shoved out on the field, and we hope to catch a violent hit or two. We are just missing the lions and other beasts tearing flesh from the fighters. If it wasn’t moralistically challenged, the creatures would play a part. Like the Gladiators, football players are shown the exit door once they have suffered enough injuries or grown too old to be of use to a team (although a Gladiator’s death ended their careers). Winning is everything, and job security is short-lived.
In virtually every sport there is the hope of tragedy. With Nascar, we are waiting for the fiery crash. In hockey we love the fight, where a couple of teeth are knocked out. A knockout in boxing brings with it a cheer from the fans, and tears from the loser’s family. Baseball brawls, with the dugouts emptying on the field are particularly exciting; the more players involved, the more newsworthy the event. An NBA player entering the stands to punch a fan in the mouth gives us goose bumps. Soccer hooligans are damned-near idols in some countries, tearing down fences and trampling spectators. A near-death collision in the NFL is spectacular. We thrive on the violence. Am I wrong?
Every year the NFL winner comes down to which team is the healthiest. When key players are hurt, the whole complexion of a team changes. How many of you relish the thought of your team’s biggest rival losing a player who makes a difference? I’m happy when Dak Prescott is hurt, or Ezekiel Elliott doesn’t get to do his cereal mime because he’s out with an injury. It helps the Commanders’ chances. And you are thinking the same thing with regard to the opponent of whichever team you cherish. The most anticipated statistics on Friday are the injury reports.
I’m not apologizing. At times I feel sort of bad hearing the news someone has broken a limb or suffered a season-ending injury that can help my team. But I don’t feel that bad. If they don’t die, my conscience is off the hook.
The season is over, and I have to begin the cycle again. Drool is running out the side of my mouth. I only have a few months before I’ll have to apologize to my wife and dogs for ignoring them. Sunday is my domain.
I always justify my love of the NFL by narrowing it down to the fact it is only 16 games, 3 hours each, which really only involves 48 hours. Two days out of 365; unless the Commanders make the playoffs. The math is what it is. Some wives don’t really get it, unless they are into the sport, too. I guess it’s because I watch the other games that can affect the Commanders’ season; crossing my fingers with the hope someone gets hurt.
Hail to the Commanders!!
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4 thoughts on “Today’s Gladiators – Professional Football Players”
I vote for this to be your best one yet! You are awesome!
Why do you think there are so many accidents at the scene of an accident…because there are so many lookers…hoping to see some blood and guts…do you think it is a carry over from the Christians and the lions? Now there was a real blood bath for you. People wanting to see animals rip people apart and I would guess…eat them…OYE!
I t must be that way when people go to a fight…blood and sweat splashing everywhere. Two men beating the crap out of each other…folks love it.
Just wanted to comment on your site. I really thought your Boomers Past pic roll, was really nice.
Thanks for the memories…
~The Baby Boomer Queen~
I just watched “The Gladiator”…great film loved the costumes but for some reason I wanted to kill that Ceasar kid…Was he a piece of work-or what…? Killed his Father, going to kill his nephew, wanted to sleep with his sister and killed people like they are cattle and he was going to have 40,00o people over for BBQ.
I fell asleep when someone put a snake in someones bed…who was he trying to kill then? His sister?
And yet Rome was the center of civilization. OUI!
Football and races seem tame, do they not?
See ya in the funny papers…
Smiles and world peace,
~The Baby Boomer Queen~