erod
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Sanity beckons. Chaos requires. The universe has gone mad, and something needs to put it back on the shelf rightly.
I need me some football.
It's all too much these days. Terror attacks by the dozens, Brexit fallout, Hillary-Trump, BLM and the cops, Zika, second amendment regurgitation....all amplified by the sudden Texas heat. There's no peace of mind to be found, seemingly anywhere. Oh, to be 10 years old and not care a lick again.
No politics, please. Wherever you stand on any of this, the fact is, we're all awash in more of it than we can handle lately. The world and news cycles are moving faster than ever before, and it wears on us constantly. It wasn't like that 25 years ago at all. We live in rapid, violent, dangerous, and uncertain times.
Football isn't the answer to such things, but it's a helluva trivial concoction. Baseball doesn't provide the needed fix. Basketball is a rigged waste of time. Soccer is too far over there and too new to me to pull at my heartstrings. Nope, it's gotta be football. Hurry the hell up.
The beauty of having a sport that you truly care about in a way you can't explain or justify is that it turns the calendar for you and gives you pace to trudge through the repetitions of daily. It has a magical way of inoculating what ills.
Sadly, even the game has been shaken. Most players no longer really care beyond the money, their allegiances to city or teams are mere fodder for the cameras. Rule changes have hurt the game. Overreactions to health issues (as if only football players lose faculties with age) dominate the headlines as politically motivated "sports" guys like Bob Costas and Peter King beat us over the head about what we SHOULD care about.
I remain pretty good at sifting through the backwash and finding the game I still love at the core of it all. It gives me almost the same escape it did as a kid, and it's something I still share with my aging dad. I pray I never lose that ability because it's important to get away.
Football helps make the world make sense again. Never more so than in 2016. Training camp can't get here soon enough.
I need me some football.
It's all too much these days. Terror attacks by the dozens, Brexit fallout, Hillary-Trump, BLM and the cops, Zika, second amendment regurgitation....all amplified by the sudden Texas heat. There's no peace of mind to be found, seemingly anywhere. Oh, to be 10 years old and not care a lick again.
No politics, please. Wherever you stand on any of this, the fact is, we're all awash in more of it than we can handle lately. The world and news cycles are moving faster than ever before, and it wears on us constantly. It wasn't like that 25 years ago at all. We live in rapid, violent, dangerous, and uncertain times.
Football isn't the answer to such things, but it's a helluva trivial concoction. Baseball doesn't provide the needed fix. Basketball is a rigged waste of time. Soccer is too far over there and too new to me to pull at my heartstrings. Nope, it's gotta be football. Hurry the hell up.
The beauty of having a sport that you truly care about in a way you can't explain or justify is that it turns the calendar for you and gives you pace to trudge through the repetitions of daily. It has a magical way of inoculating what ills.
Sadly, even the game has been shaken. Most players no longer really care beyond the money, their allegiances to city or teams are mere fodder for the cameras. Rule changes have hurt the game. Overreactions to health issues (as if only football players lose faculties with age) dominate the headlines as politically motivated "sports" guys like Bob Costas and Peter King beat us over the head about what we SHOULD care about.
I remain pretty good at sifting through the backwash and finding the game I still love at the core of it all. It gives me almost the same escape it did as a kid, and it's something I still share with my aging dad. I pray I never lose that ability because it's important to get away.
Football helps make the world make sense again. Never more so than in 2016. Training camp can't get here soon enough.
