 Ironically the only reason I am writing this blog is to say that I didn't want to write this blog, and that officially means the NFL has won. I remember earlier in the year when DeAngelo Williams was fined for wearing pink, during a month that wasn't October (AKA non-profitable for the league), to pay respect to his late mother who passed away from cancer. I was incensed writing that blog. I remember a few weeks later when Cam Heyward was fined for paying tribute to his deceased father, who played over a decade in the NFL, by writing his nickname in his eyeblack. I was pissed writing that blog. I remember a few weeks after that when Matthew Stafford was fined for wearing cleats that were apparently illegal, despite perfectly matching his team's uniforms. I was mildly annoyed writing that blog.
Starting to see a trend? Every petty, narrow-minded act of discipline has left me more and more apathetic. I should care that a teammate of a man that is recovering from multiple gunshots to the head is undoubtedly going to get docked a portion of his paycheck for letting that teammate know how much he means to him. That should leave me enraged, but I got to be honest, it's just not moving the needle anymore. You win NFL. I've become programmed to accept stupidity. I'm immune to senseless disciplinary actions. I'm desensitized by the constant invoking of punitive dress code violations. Getting mad at the NFL is like arguing with a woman. Their points only become more and more irrational, yet somehow they always manage to win. I can't keep fighting these battles when I know I will eventually have to succumb in the war of attrition. I know this doesn't matter to you NFL, but just know that you didn't win based on merit, you won because I'm tired of fucking arguing. P.S. Can we get the man some stickers or something? If you're going to get fined anyway then don't get fined for writing in magic marker on your helmet. H/T Yahoo
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