IT’S ALL ON YOU MR.
GOODELL!
By Jim “Gymbeaux”
Brown, September 4, 2018
DISCLAIMER: I do not know who wrote this but I almost
agree with everything written. I have
included my own thought at the very end.
To whomever wrote it; thank you!
Given that Nike has just contracted with Colin Kaepernick to run an ad
campaign is even more fuel for this firestorm the National Football League and
Commissioner Goodell has created and allowed to vester
You
graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle.
You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader
of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on
your plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were
mediocre at best. The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs
and could run 40 yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football.
Your
best friend was just like you, except he didn’t play football. Instead of
going to football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds for
minimum wage. You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent every
weekend of your senior year making visits to universities where coaches and
boosters tried to convince you their school was best. They laid out the
red carpet for you. Your best friend worked double shifts at Mickey D’s.
College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University,
your best friend signed paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to
summer workouts. He went to basic training.
You
spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training
table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring
fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You attended
class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted weights, ran
sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football players in the
country.
Your
best friend was assigned to the 101st Airborne Division. While you were in
college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan twice.
He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19 year old soldiers who grew up just
like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young
American's give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.
You
went to the NFL combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and
waited for draft day. You were drafted in the first round and your agent
immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money possible.
You signed for $16 million although you had never played a single down of
professional football. Your best friend re-enlisted in the Army for four
more years. As a combat tested sergeant, he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You
will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will
ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded
soldiers. You will sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the
ground and try to sleep. You will “make it rain” in the club. He
will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees.
On
Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans cheer and yell
your name. For your best friend, there is little difference between
Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans.
There are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers. Every now and then,
he and his soldiers leave the front lines and “go to the rear” to rest.
He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the National
Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute the
television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United
States, he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great
country.
To
the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you
on TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can
cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you
play, we care little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the
absolute right to express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott
you. We have tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence,
and your vulgar displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our
admiration of your physical skills before what is morally right. But now
you have gone too far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers,
our police officers, and our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet
you disparage our great country. I encourage all like minded Americans to
boycott the NFL.
The
National boycott of the NFL is set for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day
Weekend. Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away
from attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along
to all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with
the American Flag draped over their coffin.
Personal
Note: I am not boycotting any individual
NFL player. I am boycotting the NFL in
its entirety because of dysfunctional coaches, owners and the Commissioner
himself for allowing the disrespect of our country, flag and history to
continue without taking any action to stop it.
More importantly it was Commissioner Roger Goodell who refused to allow
the Dallas Cowboys from wearing decals on their helmets immediately following
the massacre of police officers in Dallas and then permitted Colin Kaepernick to
not only kneel during the National Anthem but said nothing about his socks he
wore depicting police as pigs. This is ALL ON YOU MR. GOODELL. It is shocking to think that he is being paid
by the 32 NFL owners over 40 million dollars and then have him disregard the
problem as if it were going to just go away on its own. I am not urging anyone to boycott the
NFL. I am doing so because I personally
have had enough of their turning the other cheek to league problems. I don’t need the NFL, never have. Their inactions just gave me a wakeup call
that ignoring the NFL was the right thing for me and I have not looked back
since. That was two years ago. Followed the NFL since the early 1950s to put
this decision into its proper perspective.
Jim Brown
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