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Oh, how I agree with this!

But if the NFL dies, what vicarious spectator exhibition will supplant it?
Rollerball?
What money based competition is inherently immune from "cultural appropriation", "disparate impact", or "micro" aggression?
I suppose the arenas ARE already set up as Spelling Bee Coliseums.

"Maybe poker's just not your game, Ike. I know, let's have a spelling contest!"

What's the over/under on when Michael appears on "Dancing With the Stars", teamed with a male partner?

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!

football has replaced bread and circuses.
grown men playing a game with a little ball are worshipped as heroes! thats bizarre

Just one more case of the great majority of us being marginalized in a world being made "comfortable" for the deviant.

That this is likely creating a great social super-volcano doesn't seem to bother "our betters" in the least.

Maybe we can get the Sultan of Brunei to buy a team, then we could have a real brew up.

I'll bet the leagues centers are glad Sam is not a quarterback.

I personally despise "Professional Football" as operated by the NFL.

The NFL as a so called sport died when the players union essentially took over control. The whole enchilada of "diversity" will now destroy what is left of that "past-time" bore.

A bunch of clowns running around with long hair, slapping each other on the ass is not what the game was founded on and played for decades.

Goodby and good riddance NFL.

The NFL will welcome the fag with open arms, just like the military's did, and other fags will be ling up at the gates.

The controllers won't be happy until everyone is fukking everyone else in the ass.

Pathetic imbeciles.

Just as well, I never watched the retarded stuff anyway, and they never made a cent off my ass.

Just wait till Hussein throws Moochie out of the White House and marries Michael Sam. Hussein gonna be the wife.

I never have been a big football fan but somehow I doubt this will break the sport. He'll get out there and be mediocre or even no good, and get cut after being benched a lot. Or he'll be started anyway and the team will suffer and amount to nothing. Either way, no real effect on the rest of the sport.

But the PC left is trying really, REALLY hard to replace the NFL with soccer. That's their fondest dream.

When he falls flat on his face, will the team give him a "kiss off?"

Don't watch, don't buy.

Last year, I watched fewer games than any previous year. Like the NBA, the product they put on the field continues to alienate me. When the network chose to broadcast Sherman's tirade last season, I made the choice to ignore the Super Bowl. Money and ratings mean everything to the networks and the league. Don't watch, don't buy.

It's hilarious to watch "conservative" sports fans face the reality that their religion -- NFL football -- has been taken over by homos. "I guess I'll have to give up the NFL now!" The hell they will. They'll sulk for a couple of weeks, but by Thanksgiving every G--d--ned one of them will be back in front of the tele-tit lapping up that Sunday shot of sweet, sweet soma. They're like drunks on the wagon who convince themselves that one more little drink -- for medicinal purposes, of course -- won't hurt. "I'll just watch the Eagles-Redskins game, then I'm done with it forever!" Pathetic.

Want to be countercultural? Want to be reactionary? Then you'd damned well be better to take it all the way. If sports fans think they can fight the Power while still mainlining the junk the Power is selling them then they're fooling themselves, just like a street junkie who thinks he can keep it under control. "I'm not an addict! I can quit any time!" Yeah, right.

Pro football, college football, pro basketball, college basketball, the Olympics, the USTA Tour, the PGA Tour, NASCAR, boxing, MMA, hockey, Indy Cars, F1, hell the Kentucky Derby -- it's all one big thing, all part of the total propaganda package sports fans pay for with their monthly cable bill. If you watch or follow any of them, then you are just as much a captive audience as is the college freshman who has to pass Ms. Bambiki-Zulu's Racial Privilege 101 class at Karl Marx Kommunity Kollege.

"Oh, but I got to have my Packers! I got to have my Steelers!" Really? You "got" to, Mr. Sports Fan? And what would happen if you didn't? Let's say the Minnesota Vikings take it all the way this year, win their first Super Bowl ever in a fantastic overtime one-point win.

SO WHAT.

The sun still comes up tomorrow. The world still turns. Unless you yourself are a member, investor in, or employee of the World Champion Minnesota Vikings, their spectacular victory in the Sooper Bowl means exactly nada, nothing, zip-zip-zero. "Your team" did not win. The Vikings are not "your team", not in any sense of the word. In fact, the owners, staff, and players of the team very likely hate people like you and everything you believe in. 99 out of 100 of the people who work for and play for and own the teams of the NFL, the NBA, the NCAA, would very likely gladly see you, your family, your church, and everyone who looks like and believes as you do marched into a concentration camp and shot next to a mass grave.

Yet sports fans give them their money, their attention, and their loyalty anyway.

Want a picture of the future? Picture the Halftime Spectacular of Super Bowl LXX. There you are, Mr. Sports Fan, along with a hundred others like you, bound naked to a row of steel poles on a platform at the fifty-yard line of AT&T Stadium. As President Dr. Dre's latest hit "Nigger M---f---er" blasts from the stadium speakers, a muscular, nude Negro transsexual marches up to each of you in turn and blows his or her head off with a rhinestone-encrusted M4. As he reaches you at last, Bob Costas (in a spangled rainbow leotard) holds up the mike to your bloody lips. "Any last words, your racist, sexist, homophobic, cismale white Christian asshole?" he smirks.

You grin through bloody teeth, Mr. Sports Fan, you quirk an eybrow, stare down the barrel of the M4, and with your last breath on Earth you yell at the top of your lungs "HOW 'BOUT THEM COWWWBOOYYYYYYYS?!"

I stopped watching over a decade ago when it became a league of felons, and I have watched a sure and steady decline of people I know stop watching altogether, even in Texas. Add in that is costs a small fortune to take a family to a live game, the off field antics, now gayz, and I predict the trend will continue. A large segment of people even stopped watching the SB - they watch what everyone wants to see (the commercials) on YouTube.

About 30 years ago I was in a 7-11 store and an old man came up to me and told me I looked like his son that had been killed in Viet Nam.

He told me about his son and that they had not been getting along when he was killed and he always regretted that. After a pause he asked me if he could call me his son. I was taken aback but after thinking about it I said, "Sure."

He walked to another part of the store and I headed for the coffee machine. While pouring my mud I saw the old man at the counter speaking to the cashier then as he turned to leave he waved and said, "See you later, son!", and walked out into the parking lot.

I went to the cashier to pay for my mud and she said, "That will be $35.83, please."

My mind went blank, then I said, "$35.83 for a cup of coffee?"

She replied, "That includes a carton of Salems and a 12 pack of Budweiser for your dad."

"WHAT???"

I turned and saw the old man get in his truck and I flew out the door.

He had just started it up and I grabbed his door handle and snatched it open but the old man threw it in reverse and floored it peeling out across the parking lot with me hanging onto the door.

He ran into the airpump and stopped and put it in drive and took his leg and tried to push me off the door.

As he floor boarded it laying rubber for the street I reached down and pulled on his leg, much like I'm pulling yours right now.

Haha! You got me!

ghost: at last I found a guy tells worse jokes than I do.

Shibes: I assume from the tone of your comment that you take the moral high ground and have no TV or radio or other entertainment media coming into your home. I reckon you don't even have a cell phone. As for me and the rest of us sports fans, we enjoy a lot of the sports televised. Golf puts me to sleep and ML baseball I lost interest in when the Cubs didn't win the pennant, but there are a lot of sporting events I like to see. Even NASCAR.

I think a lot of us are smart enough to filter out the propaganda. Bread and circuses are for the unwashed masses. If I really wanted to smell blood again, I know how to do that too. My Uncle taught me well.

I guess with Sam playing in the NFL the game is now cock fighting.

Vermont: you competing wit ghost, tell the worst joke? I'll have to crank out some a my clunkers you guys keep it up.

This player has mediocre stats, was chosen like, last, probably by "eenie meenie miney mo..." and when he spends all season on the bench (or under it) and gets dropped when nobody's looking or even remembers he will get up on his hind legs and scream the race and the gender card.

I'm waiting for our FOTUS, faggot of the United States, to chime in with "if I had a son he'd look and act like him".

The biggest problem with all the undesirable loser minority groups, like queers, fat people, ugly people, liberals, feminazis, global fuckup groups, libertarians, the problem is that they make themselves visible. "Hey. Hey. Lookit me" and get in yer face alla time.

They should stay in the shadows, stay out of the way of decent God-fearing law-abiding folks who are the ones paying all the bills. Or risk a good old-fashioned punch in the face.

Followed by a solid boot in the ass.
I think the rampant narcissism is at the base of all of this me, Me, ME! stuff.

These people were raised as precious little snowflakes then the adoration ceases when they step out into reality so they have to create their very own fake reality to keep their me, Me, ME!, world alive.

They have no tangible resources as a vehicle to become famous, because tender little snowflakes are adored just because and effort on their part is meaningless, so they come up with the most base means of achieving infamy due to their lack of self worth.

I expect this decline to the depths of the gutter, and the septic drainfield, to continue until the bottom has been reached - which will be the wholesale devaluation of all things.

ghost: think cannon fodder or ditch diggers or wheel turners or minefield sweepers. There will always be a use for useless wretches like these.

OK, youse guys asked for it, a cowboy joke. Not the Dallas cowboys, they a walking joke, but this one:

A cowboy appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. "Have you ever done anything of particular merit?" St. Peter asked. "Well, I can think of one thing," the cowboy offered.

"On a trip to the Big Horn Mountains out in Wyoming, I came upon a gang of bikers who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So, I approached the largest and most tattooed biker and smacked him in the face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground."

I yelled, "Now, back off or I'll kick the shit out of all of you"

Saint Peter was impressed, "When did this happen?"

"Couple of minutes ago."