The NFL has lost me. After decades of being an avid fan following Troy Aikman, Emmitt Smith, Michael Irvin, and my Dallas Cowboys, I’ve walked away. It’s just just because Tony Romo was so bad; Dak Prescott and Ezekiel Elliott have given the Cowboys hope for the future… or so I’m told. I don’t know for sure because I stopped watching them and every other professional football team when they decided to support the unpatriotic and spoiled “kneelers” who have betrayed the trust we once had in them.
Before anyone hits me for supporting an initiative started by President Trump, it has absolutely nothing to do with him other than the fact that he sparked more of them to show me their lack of character. I’m not a Trump supporter but I’m glad he exposed the weakness inherent in so many NFL players. They may be physically strong, but the weakness of the character, intellect, and values is glaring.
The league is paying for its betrayal:
The NFL protests have been lucrative for social justice charities — they’ll receive a whopping $89 million in “settlement” money, redirected from veterans and breast cancer charity funds — but they’re also becoming a boon for cash-strapped football fans.
It turns out, if you can still stomach a professional football game, you can now get tickets for about the same price as a couple of Starbucks lattes.
According to Vivid Seats, an NFL ticket reselling site, seat prices at most NFL stadiums have bottomed out, leaving fans able to snag a lower level seat for a Buffalo Bills game for an astounding three dollars. Tickets at center field, right on the fifty-yard line (typically hard to find), will run you around $30.
$10. Sounds like a great deal. I’ll pass. In fact, I’d pass if the tickets were free. I’d pass if the 44 Farms Angus Burger came with the ticket. I’d pass if they sent a limo to my door to drop me off at the gate and ushered me to my seat at the 50-yard-line. They don’t deserve my presence or support regardless of how cheap they make the experience.
I love what my Cowboys were and I don’t blame the team or management for this predicament, but as long as the NFL as a whole represents the type of anti-American rhetoric we’d expect from a Russia-driven propaganda initiative, I’ll spend my Sundays watching Netflix.