Saying Goodbye to Football

In September 2001 I started watching American Football – the NFL. I had watched it a little as a kid, but never really bought into it. I always preferred to play sports than to watch them (especially baseball), but I had some good memories of the few Super Bowls I’d watched.

Anyway, after the horrible events of 9/11, I decided that I needed something light and “all-American” to take my mind off of the strangeness of the world. Needless to say, I realize that football is its own kind of strangeness. I knew that then. But I was looking for something normal to participate in. I could talk about it with people instead of talking about terrorism or war.

As an artist I was stereotypical: basically uninterested in barbaric, chauvinistic feats of strength. I got over myself a bit, however, and began to pay attention to what was swiftly becoming America’s real pastime. I took sides. I was a Manning fan.

Most of the time I watched the game were Manning/Brady years. People hotly debated their relative status in the contest of best ever quarterbacks, and I joined in. Ultimately it wasn’t close. Brady certainly is the best.

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Of course, I hated Brady with a passion. Winners always garner the most vociferous hate. Peyton Manning just wasn’t good enough. Yes, one of the best. Yes, perhaps he had a couple of the single best years in the history of the game. But he played on teams that should have won many, many championships. They – he – just couldn’t seal the deal, and a couple lack-luster Super Bowl wins don’t make up for it.

img_1995Peyton always had horrible happy feet and got nervous any time he didn’t have complete control. He was great in a dome, with no wind, at 70 degrees, and with a decent offensive line. Brady was great anywhere, any time.

I did get to experience the glory of seeing the Giants dash the hopes and dreams of Brady’s Patriots not once, but twice. Though Eli sure is dorky, thank The Christ for David Tyree’s helmet in 2007 and Ahmad Bradshaw’s flop into the end zone five years later.

img_1996But a lot of things have changed. I have four kids. I had a heart attack. There are just so many more things I need to focus on, and so many more things to be aware of. In an era of continued war, of human trafficking, of terrorism near and far, of climate change, of idiots running the show… well, I just can’t see my way to give energy to a game. I guess cardiac arrest will do that to you, maybe. I don’t begrudge anyone their enjoyment of the NFL, concussions and all. I just don’t enjoy it any more.

I have to admit that I’m sort of excited to be heading into the new semester and fall season without anticipating football. Those Sunday afternoons will feature lots of relaxing, playing with the kids, reading, writing, making art, and generally making good use of my time. And who knows, maybe we’ll turn a game on once in a while.

Maybe.

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2 thoughts on “Saying Goodbye to Football

  1. Manning? Really, Manning? He did play for Indiana for a number of years, like when they beat the Bears. Somewhere in your papers I saw some sort of reference to Indiana…….middle school maybe.
    But now you are in Missouri, it’s the only state in the lower 48 that has every one of its interior counties in a direct line relationship with Green Bay Wisconsin. You might check a map if you wish but I’m quite sure every American child learns this as part of their basic layout comparing round balls to balls with points on either end. LaCross is the only other game I can think of, just off hand, with pointed balls, although it’s still generally played with only one. Point being that with Green Bay you get not only the sweet memories of Bart Star and Bret Favra but you get the very much living Guy who plays there now.
    What’s his name! He is undeniably good at what he does. If he walked away, he could be working by this time tomorrow. How many of us can say that with any certainty? I mean you could always split wood but I mean working for a paycheck. Like a real football player. And that’s another thing. Those guys are all real football players every bit as much as you are a real college teacher.
    Also, if you quit football now, when your children are still so young, who will teach them the game? Your wife seems to me to be the most excellent mom but kids don’t learn football from their moms. They learn it from college professors.

  2. I have to agree with you on this one. Goodbye NFL…
    …still, Saturdays in the fall are for College Ball…for the love of the game and the Banner of a Great School!

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