I confess that, early on Sunday morning, November 5, I watched a football match. No, not that American version where 100 kg+ (224 pounds +) armor-clad behemoths crash into each other and take 40-aecond break between plays, but the original football with men of varied sizes, wearing skimpy shorts and no body armor, except for a groin cup, play two 45-minute halves of constant running, with very limited substitution rules. Yes, I watched Manchester City beat Arsenal 3-1. It is called “association football,” compressed into “soccer.”
NFL? FOGETABOUDDID! I refuse to watch highly-pad players take the field after having disrespected our flog, our national anthem, our military and our police forces! ESPN has reported a depletion of watchers of 22,000 per game. Sooner or later, the teams, their stadia, their sponsors, and – sadly – collateral businesses like hotels and restaurants will feel the pain inflicted by the ungrateful, MOSTLY illiterate and endemically inarticulate “university graduates” who refuse to be Americans, rather than members of the NFL (Nigerian Felonious Legion).
* I confess: My fault, my fault, my grievous fault ( from the Latin Mass).
J-P. A. Maldonado (Navy veteran)
Chandler
