Friday, October 10, 2014
Football Has A Problem
Football Has A Problem
A cranky opinion for
CRANKY OPINION SATURDAY
The Following is the opinion of a cranky old man with limited knowledge on the subject opined. Opposing opinions are welcome...they will be ignored but they are welcome, and please, no name calling and that means you, you big stupid head.
My Dad played football in high school. I have several pictures of him in his leather helmet. He never talked very much about it, it was just a game, just something to do. My brothers played football in high school. It was important, but it never defined who they were. I played football in high school. It was a game, an important game in my life, but it did not define me. My older sons played in high school. It was not much different from my experience. Teamwork, friendships, games, a little extra school status; it was mostly fun...hard work, but fun. Football started in September, and ended on Thanksgiving Day.
My youngest is now playing high school football. I am a little concerned that it is becoming less of a game and more of a way of life. There is pressure to practice in the off season, lift weights, watch films and in some cases take drugs to improve performance.
I used to love football, now it is disappointing me.
My middle son played football in college. At an end of season dinner celebrating the season, I overheard a football dad bragging about his son and his sons football playing friends.
"They're crazy (insert laugh) Danny eats light bulb globes. chews up the glass and swallows it, that's how tough he is. Mikey actually put his fingers in a light socket, they just don't feel pain."
As I listened to this I thought how my son had earlier considered dropping off the team because the game was consuming too much of his life. Listening to this idiot dad bragging about what butt- heads his football playing son and his friends were, I was proud of my son for realizing the game had become too much.
In the pros there are stories of domestic violence and child abuse. Now in my neighborhood there is a major story of hazing and bullying by varsity high school kids against the freshman players. The teams schedule has been cancelled, the season is over because of the bullying. The town is in an uproar. This town lives for football. The cheerleaders have no one to cheer. The student body has no one to idolize, and nowhere to go Friday nights.
Too bad! This incident was not just bullying, it was major sexual abuse. Anal rape. Say it out loud all those in town who are upset that the season was cancelled. ANAL RAPE! Your football players were (allegedly) digitally abusing younger kids and making them lick the abusing digitals. Your players either participated, watched, or knew about this and did nothing about it. And it would seem it was not a one time event, but a regular ritual. It is rumored the abused were threatened with serious harm and or death if they reported the abuse.
I am going to Massachusetts this weekend to watch my son play high school football. I hope he plays some, I hope his team wins, but none of that is as important as the lessons high school football is supposed to teach young boys.
We used to learn the importance of hard work. We used to learn to work as a team. We used to learn comradery, we used to have fun.
Has football become something else. Is eating light bulb globes something to be proud of? Is winning so important that children are encouraged to risk their bodies by taking body and mind altering drugs? Does being tough mean beating woman and children and tormenting younger players?
I am disgusted. I used to love football. I loved what it taught me, my children and kids who had too much time on their hands. Football taught us to be tough, to work together, to win and to lose, football made young boys better men.
Is football now teaching young boys to be steroid-pumped-up abusing idiots who have no concern for their actions, no ability to realize some behavior is so, so wrong?
I hope not.
The preceding was the opinion of a cranky old man, and not necessarily that of management...Mrs. Cranky.