For those of us who played high school football, but were never big enough, quick enough or fast enough to play at the next level, there is still a touch of romance, a “what if” mentality that keeps us watching football games. We may not have been good enough for the next level, but we did have the grit to play at “our” level. A hard hit is still a hard hit, and I think there is a touch of pride in the memory of a hard tackle, of an intercepted pass, or of sticking your helmet in the pile and pushing hard.
I still love the smell of fresh cut grass, Friday night crowds and stadium lights. And I always look forward to finding out who is going to sing the National Anthem. Shoot, it’s the only time I get to hear the song, and if it’s done well, I admit to sometimes rubbing a small tear from the corner of my eye. A real schmaltz, I am.
But the NFL schmucks who don’t get it have taken the shine right off the game, at least at the pro level. I’ll mourn that a bit and move on. There are still good high school and college football games to enjoy. Goodbye, NFL