Having been a Packer fan for 60 plus years, I never imagined it would be so easy to pull the plug on the whole NFL, including my beloved heroes from Green Bay. However, the antics of Colon Kapperdink (not his real name) and his growing band of fellow police-hating, anti-military morons, have made my decision to seek alternate forms of entertainment rather easy.

This bunch of overpaid clowns probably would find it a stretch to hold down a job flipping burgers or pumping gas were it not for their athletic abilities to run around a field pummeling each other. And yet, they seem hellbent on killing the golden goose that payrolls their exorbitant lifestyles of million dollar homes, Rolex watches and Cadillac Escalades. Lemmings, all.

In my opinion, this situation could have been quashed early on if the NFL commissioner had immediately enforced what we are being told is a league rule requiring all players to stand during the national anthem with their right hand over their heart. But Gutless Goodell and the equally gutless group of NFL owners quake in their boots for fear of alienating the hired help. I never imagined I would ever admire Jerry (kneel for the National Anthem, sit for the game) Jones, the owner of the hated Cowboys.

However, my wife loves the fact that I no longer spend six to seven hours every Sunday afternoon, and potentially up to another 10 to 12 hours watching the three evening NFL games each week.

John Brashaw

Racine

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