So long, National Football League. It was nice knowing you.
You had a great product when you were only concerned with entertaining the American public.
You used to stick to giving us a single topic — football — to unite us in friendly rivalries.
And you got fat and sassy and obscenely rich as a result.
But even that wasn’t good enough for you, N.F.L.
You were overtaken by “do-gooder-ism” and greed.
You had to stuff outside issues like Michael Sam’s homosexuality down everyone’s throat.
You had to play sanctimonious “peek-a-boo” with domestic violence — slamming Ray Rice with a “de facto” lifetime ban while giving Ray Lewis a slap on the wrist and pretending that Adrian Peterson didn’t even exist.
You had to shamelessly pander to women by turning 32 stadia into walking cotton candy advertisements for breast cancer every October while pretending that prostate cancer doesn’t even exist.
This 45-year fan has had enough. Today’s owners no longer work for the fans (if they ever did) — they only work for their teams’ sponsors.
Owners may be perfectly happy with that arrangement. Fans should choose their loyalties appropriately.