I have watched, with an equal mix of growing amusement and disgust, the months of negotiations; threats; media interviews; media reports; press releases; posturing by players, owners, agents, and the NFLPA; and ad nauseum...leading up to where we are now. Step-by-arrogant-step, I have watched the NFL, and it's players, paint themselves into a corner that neither side seems to know how to get out of.
And guess what? I don't care.
Really. I don't care. ****can the 2011 NFL season. Please. I don't care.
Remember the last time this happened? I didn't care then, either. I didn't make, or lose, one thin dime over the whole ordeal. I did get to see the New York Giants run the wishbone against the San Francisco 49'ers...which I thought was pretty cool.
When the NHL went on strike...back whenever that was...the strike was over before I knew it had even happened.
NBA? Trust me. Shut it down tomorrow, and the only way I'll know will be when LeBron is hawking Shiwalas on QVC.
MLB? Let's hope they learned their lesson from their last strike. One that took them years to recover from. Mind you, I do love me some MLB, but if they pull that crap again, well...I guess I'll just trade the Atlanta Braves for the Jacksonville Suns. Or my local high school team. See...I don't need MLB to survive. I can make do, and save a lot of money, at the 2A, college, or high school level. And it's still baseball.
Personally, I hope the 2011 NFL season never sees sunrise. I hope the whole season goes down the crapper. I welcome the thought of watching billionaire owners, millionaire players, the networks, the media giants, and the advertisers stand by and watch billions of their collective dollars go down the tubes...while your average sports fan discovers that there are other things...many things...and better things, to do with a Sunday afternoon, or Monday night, then spend too much money, or too much time, watching a football team that cares only about sucking every dollar it can out of your, and my, wallet.
Take your child, your wife, your significant other, or your dog, for a walk on the beach, the mountains, or a nearby park. Go on a Sunday afternoon picnic. Catch the Sunday evening service, just once. Watch a sunset from a hilltop.
Actually, I'd give the same advice to the players and owners. Forget about the money, guys. You can't take it with you. Try living life, while you still have it.
Or not.