***OK, how about that NFL? If you want to be the star of the Super Bowl halftime show, you have to pay the NFL.
Well, c’mon. Somebody has to pay the medical bills for all those messed-up former great players. The league has made it abundantly clear that it’s not doing it because all those guys were going to be messed up anyway, even if they didn’t play football. YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUSLY INJURED PLAYING FOOTBALL. Just ask Commish Roger the Dodger.
***Meanwhile, the NFL remains adamant that the term “Redskin” is a tribute to people with really bad sunburns, not an insult to an entire race.
There’s no problem with Warriors and Braves. They’re generic terms. And even Indians. Hey, instead of using a crazy smiling Injun head as a mascot, replace it with a crazy smiling Ghandi figure and everyone will say, “Oh, that kind of Indian. Why didn’t you say so?”
So while media outlets and individual broadcasters are lining up to refer to that team as just “Washington,” the league office and Commish Roger the Dodger will fight for that name.
While at the same time fighting against those messed-up former great players who can’t walk or talk.
***College football season’s about to start. Be great to see those college coaches and their security forces again. Heard that some SEC schools are bringing in Ukrainian militia to serve as the security force. Gotta keep those cheerleaders away from the head coach because they might try to kill him.
***Speaking of colleges, it seems that the big-time schools will soon be paying players to go to places like Tuscaloosa and Norman and Ann Arbor.
But who gets paid, and how much? Does Title IX ensure that women’s field hockey players get paid the same as footballers? Or men’s and women’s basketball players. After all, at some schools, those attendances are equal, at some the women outdraw the men. Can’t wait for those equality-based lawsuits.
**Love the cheating scandal at Notre Dame. Hey, maybe these football players could steal a page from that guy with the dead girlfriend a few years ago. Their dead girlfriends came to them in a dream and passed them test answers. They could go on a women’s talk show and cry and cry, and cry.
No, no, never at the school of Our Lady. Say it ain’t so, Knute.
I’m getting back in stride. See ya next week…..