Evidently, there was a little football game last night. One overpaid,
under-educated team defeated another overpaid, under-educated team for a
mythical national championship. (Sorry, still bitter about the two most
evil forces in college sports playing in the BCS game). Twitter was
atwitter and Facebook was booked solid with comments about the game –
mostly the effusions of glee and self-adulation from Bama and SEC fans
(sorry, another uncontrollable shot, undermining the point I want to
make).
Americans love their sports. Athletes get paid extraordinary amounts
of money because of our love-affair with sports. We pay hundreds of
dollars for tickets to go to games, pay $75 for a $12 t-shirt with our
team’s logo on it, rant about referees, and fill social media with our
praise or curses concerning our teams’ play.
I am a sports fan. There is a certain 27-time World Series champion
team from the Bronx that I like a little bit. My Durango has one sticker
on it, a 2009 Yankees championship window sticker. Don’t know how long I
will have to wait to add another. My office at the church has a Yankee
mouse pad, a Yankee light switch cover, various Yankee paraphernalia and
wall hangings, and a shelf full of books about Yankees from the past.
I’m a fan.
That leads me to ask a question. Continue at Dave Miller
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