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"Buffalo
Bob" Reflecting Bob's personal opinions |
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Letter to The NFL Players You graduated high
school in 2020. Academics were a
struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that
made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs. and could run 40 yards in 4.2
seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was
just like you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to
football practice after school, he went to work at McDonald's for
minimum wage. You were recruited
by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities. While there, coaches
and boosters tried to convince you their school was best. They laid out the
red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him. On the day you
signed with Big State University, your best friend signed paperwork with
his Army recruiter. You went to summer
workouts. He went to basic training. You spent the next
four years living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training table. You spent your
Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to
your every academic need. You attended class
when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted weights,
ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You were drafted in
the first round and your agent immediately went to work. As a combat tested
sergeant, he will be paid $32,000 per year. You will drive a
Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will sleep at
the Ritz. He will dig a hole
in the ground and try to sleep. You will "make it
rain" in the club. He will pray for
rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees. On Sunday, you will
run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans cheer and yell your
name. For your best
friend, there is little difference between Sunday and any other day of
the week. There are no adoring
fans. There are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers. Every now and then,
he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the rear" to
rest. He might be lucky
enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the National
Anthem plays, you take a knee. He jumps to his feet
to salute the flag waving on the television. While you protest
the unfairness of life in the United States, he will give thanks to God
that he has the honor of defending his great country. To the players of
the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on TV, and
wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait
for Sundays so we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to
watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the
absolute right to express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to
boycott you. We have tolerated
your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays
of wealth. We should be ashamed
for putting our admiration of your physical skills before what is
morally right. But now you have
gone too far. You have insulted
our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and our
veterans. You are living the
American dream, yet you disparage our great country. I encourage all
like-minded Americans to boycott the NFL. National boycott of
the NFL for Sunday November 11th, Veterans Day Weekend. Boycott all football
telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from attending any
games. Let them play to
empty stadiums. Pass this post along
to all your friends and family. Honor our military,
some of whom come home with the American Flag draped over their coffin.
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