SHUTOUT SEASON

I am sick and tired of the rich owners of National Football League teams whining about money. On the other hand, I feel the same way about the multimillion players. The real people who pay the bills are never asked about what they want to or can spend. The whole thing is just annoying and I wouldn’t be disappointed if it all just went away — and I’m a fan. I’m not the greatest fan, but I like to watch the games, but only on TV. I couldn’t afford to attend a game and can no longer stand through a game at the cheapest price.

I feel the same way about the young snippy little (maybe I should say giant) pro-basketball player multimillionaire kids with no self-control or restraint. Both sports are out of control maybe baseball also, but I’m not into baseball so don’t know. Everybody wants more and more and WE are always left with the bill. It would be nice if WE were treated with a little respect. Just some consideration would be nice. It’s getting to be that only the millionaires can go to a game to watch other millionaires give their millionaire performance. If feels like it has become an exclusive club for the rich. Maybe that’s OK. It does appear that thousands have the money to do it. The stadiums always seem to be filled. I don’t think the stands are full of cut out cardboard silhouettes of fake people.

It looks like we are headed to another season of stubbornness in football. The best thing about that is that I will watch less TV will never be tempted to skip church because of a game and I will nap more on Sunday afternoons. That doesn’t sound too bad. Missing church is rarely a problem in the Pacific Time Zone. If you go to first service it will be over before the game starts.

I know it doesn’t take being rich to be a spoiled brat. I live in an independent living apartment for seniors and we have our share of spoiled brats. The lady who took over picking up bread for us had to be away the past two weeks. She asked many who take the free bread if they could go. The no’s were deafening. Strangely, a lady who never does anything and would never eat day old bread picked up a few loaves the first week. I think she bought them. I don’t know why she did that. I will likely never know why. The second week a man (our male master gardener) went to get bread. He did great! I guess we should be thankful people finally rose to the challenge. I told the head lady that once they missed the bread someone would come forward to help. I just love being right.

Back to the missing games. Head out to some high school and/or college games. There is real excitement and joy watching those kids. Yes they make more mistakes and screw up in bigger ways, but they are amateurs and not being paid $1.2 million to have a temper tantrum for all to enjoy.

Now, if we can only get the spectators to act like reasonable unspoiled rotten no good very bad people and lay off the alcohol, foul language and terrible condemning yells, sports might be fun again. That may be too much to ask. Come to think of it, I think I’m better off watching these on TV. The line up to the bathroom is much shorter.