Taming, Sissifying The Game

OVERWHELMINGLY, American football fans disapprove of the new rules which the National Football League has instigated in an attempt to mitigate violence and reduce injuries to players, injuries which all too often result in lifelong disabilities for former players, physical and mental. The question is, why? why do so many American football fans object so strenuously, as indeed they do, to the sensible attempt to make the game safer? All over the media, televisions, radio, print, former players a journalists denounce the safer football trend as the ruination of the sport. Easy for them to say; they no no longer play, have already made their money, and the very fact that they can ax so negatively so articulately clearly indicates that they themselves escaped the torment of lifelong football inflicted disability. They played in an era when players didn't weight three hundred pounds with the ability to jump from a standing position to the top of a three foot table, and the ability to sprint a forty in four seven. sports radio talk shows are inundated with callers who belittle the placing of skirts on quarterbacks, the new rules which make blocking and tackling too high and too low illegal, forcing players into the middle, even as the number of injuries to quarterbacks continues to increase. Across freedom's land the outcry against violence reduction is nothing less than the ruination of a previously perfect blood sport, broken bones, concussions, dementia and all. American sports culture is in panic mode, fearing the loss of its beloved vicarious violence. Most outspoken are those who have never played the game, never suffered severe injury in the gladiatorial arena. doomsday scenarios proliferate, the parking empty out, keys to the stadii thrown into the dustbin of history. The end of football as we know is the destruction of a pillar of American culture, the one on which is found the inscription: 'we kill". the disaster is the fault of a gang of screeching, bleeding heart liberals, the usual suspects, mothers up in arms clutching their little boys to their heaving bosoms. "Make football violent again!" rads the T shirt of a Minnesota vikings lineman. How cute. How Trumpian. Why are we so stricken with despair at the thought of mildly ameliorating one of the many sources of our vicarious violence. Are we really so addicted to the sight of blood and guts? it would seem that we are.