Once Upon a Time I loved Football. On Entitled Athletes, Idiots, and Richard Sherman
Once upon a time I loved watching football. No, I was never one of those sit-in-the living-room-all-Sunday-afternoon guys. I'm far too attention deficit for that. Three hours of TV and I get antsy. Nevertheless, the football I watched I enjoyed. I enjoy it much less now. Most games feel more like Madden 2013 than an equal match between offense and defense. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for the new concussion protocols, but something needs to be done to put consistent defense back into the game.
And then there are the Richard Shermans of the world. Anyone who saw his taunting of Michael Crabtree followed by his shouted "interview" with Erin Andrews came away thinking two things: The guy's an idiot, and "I hope he gets torched in the Super Bowl." In thirty seconds Sherman turned everyone outside of Seattle into a Broncos fan, and every casual fan into a hater of the sport. In thirty seconds he embodied every over-entitled, insensitive athlete that has insulted our sensibilities since the league became the pervasive way of life that it now is.
Yeah Richard, on January 20th, 2014 you might just be the best cornerback in the NFL, but I can see your future. Next year, or maybe the one after, you'll tear an ACL. Maybe you come back, but you won't be the same. Maybe a couple of years after that you'll be out of the league, and a handful of years later you'll be running a cash register at the local 7-11. Know why? Glad you asked. If you don't have the emotional discipline to treat others with respect, to show even the slightest bit of modesty, then you don't have the emotional discipline to hang tough in a much more challenging contest than third and seven at CenturyLink Field. You simply lack the discipline to hang with the challenging contest of life.
See y'all tomorrow.
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| Erin Andrews. The lady has to deal with some serious crap to get an interview. |
And then there are the Richard Shermans of the world. Anyone who saw his taunting of Michael Crabtree followed by his shouted "interview" with Erin Andrews came away thinking two things: The guy's an idiot, and "I hope he gets torched in the Super Bowl." In thirty seconds Sherman turned everyone outside of Seattle into a Broncos fan, and every casual fan into a hater of the sport. In thirty seconds he embodied every over-entitled, insensitive athlete that has insulted our sensibilities since the league became the pervasive way of life that it now is.
Yeah Richard, on January 20th, 2014 you might just be the best cornerback in the NFL, but I can see your future. Next year, or maybe the one after, you'll tear an ACL. Maybe you come back, but you won't be the same. Maybe a couple of years after that you'll be out of the league, and a handful of years later you'll be running a cash register at the local 7-11. Know why? Glad you asked. If you don't have the emotional discipline to treat others with respect, to show even the slightest bit of modesty, then you don't have the emotional discipline to hang tough in a much more challenging contest than third and seven at CenturyLink Field. You simply lack the discipline to hang with the challenging contest of life.
See y'all tomorrow.
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