The 2010 NFL season has begun and since I've exhausted every source of info in respect to the Washington Redskins after their unlikely win over the hated Dallas Cowboys. Wait...what was that? The Redskins beat the hated Dallas Cowboys? I love the sound of that ! Sorry. Some things I never grow tired of.
I don't have a rant this morning unless readers conceiveably would find my football spiel rant-like. I only wish to examine the recent phenomenon that football fans and even non-fans have come to call Fantasy Football. I will try to treat this as delicately as possible since many of my friends indulge in this bastardized offshoot of reality-show sensibility. It seems that the games themselves are not enough. Somebody had to figure a way to 'involve' every dumbass with a laptop in what, until that moment, had hertofore belonged solely to 'real' teams and their respective 'real' players. Where I used to enjoy the cameraderie of the brethren whom I call fans at a given tilt...now it's not taboo to say one is 'for' their team but then add that they hope the star receiver of their opponent gets so many catches or so many receiving yards...against his team! And then I consider the look on the Fantasy participant's face to determine what he is thinking when he says he 'has' Reggie Wayne...and Tom Brady. What? This is just WRONG. These players' names together is offensive to me. Can't you just keep 'fantasy' in the bedroom, where it belongs! And if the real game of football isn't enough for you, I can suggest several endeavors that may benefit you and burn that nervous energy off like a Marin County fog at mid-morning. Do you have a yard? Or a small plot of soil that you could garden in? Consider trading vegetables with other would-be dreamers and their families at halftime.
Look, the NFL will manipulate this thing to the hilt...if you let them. Even they don't think the games are enough. They're always trying to hook more viewers, just as Verizon, once they sign you up, goes after new customers and leaves you dangling by your password. Think about it...protect the QB, the Tuck rule, illegal use of the hands...free agency for godsakes! The game is but a shadow of it's original self, and I'd love to say let's keep it pure, but it's too late for that. The best I can do is shun the ever-prostituting efforts of reality-fantasy proponents that will always try to make the game somehow 'better'.
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