My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving. For more years than I can remember, we would meet at the Wyckoff municipal field Jigs Remo kept perfectly manicured, choose teams, and go at it until our thirst for cold beer outweighed our desire to continue mimicking our heroes, playing our favorite American game, on my favorite American Day. I will always cherish Thanksgiving, because I will always cherish what it represents. But football, as represented by the NFL, passed away on Sunday, September 24 by its own hand…and it will not be mourned for the simple reason there were no heroes, save one courageous soul in Pittsburg. All the others; owners, managers, coaches, and players…gutless cowards and worse…sellouts.
I saw this coming several years back when former NY Giant quarterback Phil Simms gave up his soul at the altar of political correctness, refusing to utter the word Redskins from his cushy perch at ESPN. I know what Mike Ditka would say because I heard him say it loud and proud on the air with Sid and Bernie yesterday. I don’t have to hear what I know Lombardi or Landry and so many of the other legends would have to say, because I know who they were. More importantly, they knew who they were. They knew the game they loved was only great because of the country they were fortunate enough to play it in, and for love and respect of the flag that they honored before every single game. I would say rest in peace, but there will never be rest or peace for cowards, and yes, traitors where you’re headed.
PS ~ In case you haven’t noticed yet, Liberalism destroys every institution it comes in contact with.