NFL Labor Issues. *!@#$%

I couldn’t sleep last night, up again struggling with one of the most confusing issues known to man. One that has been studied by think tanks all over the world. Why does Goofy get to walk on his hind legs, wear clothes and talk while Pluto has to act like a dog? Hey, let’s admit it, that’s about as deep as I and those of you reading this get.

What does Disney’s unexplained act have to do with sports? Not much actually. I’d just rather contemplate that than the **** I was watching on Sportscenter at 2am about the NFL. I know you are probably tired of hearing me talk about keeping sports in perspective but damn it if it doesn’t keep coming up.

What struck me like a 2x4 last night was the contrasting stories I was watching. Billionaire owners and millionaire players who are too stupid to realize that they should be in a room divvying up their $9 BILLION and should be totally embarrassed that they are parading this in front of us. The contrasting stories?

Fennville High winning again, capturing their District Championship. Yes, I cried as the team had Wes Leonard’s little brother accept the trophy. Watching BYU’s Jimmer Fredette score as many points himself in the first half as Wisconsin could score in their entire game.  Jimmer ended up with a BYU record 52 points.

Emotions? I had them all. I was captured and involved in those stories, as  I was in watching highlights of the various college basketball conference tournaments. Joy and some sadness about Fennville.  The NFL? Oh, that brought emotions too.

Anger. Disgust. I watched as ESPN showed some action during the report of Ray Lewis strutting and screaming. Of other players making plays and celebrating like they had won the Super Bowl.  9 ****ing BILLION a year!!

You know what? Give me Jimmer and Fennville any day.