Open Letter To Liberals Who Don’t Understand Why America Is Ticked At The NFL

I grew up in a household that lived for football season. As a kid, I hated it. I didn’t understand the hype. As I grew older, it hit me. I grew into it. It may sound silly, but no matter how stressful life got– and it got pretty stressful, growing up with a sibling with numerous medical problems– NFL weekends became my escape. It was ourescape. It was one of the stress-free things we could all do as a family. It took our minds off the mundane stressors of life. My mom and I would plan our NFL snacks days in advance. We’d giggle as we searched through Taste Of Home magazines for new recipes, and we would anxiously count down the days until kickoff. We’d buy matching jerseys and represent our team days before kickoff. It was the one day we looked forward to. When Sunday came– no matter how bad the week had been– we’d all sit around the couch, turn off our brains, chow down on some dips and enjoy the sport as a family.

It was an escape.

I’ve carried that over to my adult life. Football has been my escape. No politics. No cultural rot. No worries about money, bills or the future. The only thing I have to worry about is a bad call.
I can’t say that anymore. It all changed Sunday. That’s when it hit me. Football is no longer an escape.

The kneeling protests have been a thing for quite some time, but on Sunday, I turned on the Jaguars/Ravens game just in time to see members on both teams kneel for the national anthem. I really didn’t think they’d do that in London. They’re representing America over there, and those fools dared to kneel?

That was it. That’s when it really hit me. This wasn’t something I could ignore or dismiss as a few rogue players. Political sewage found its way into my favorite American pastime. The cultural rot is spreading. I can no longer watch a simple NFL game without watching some virtue-signaling loser attempt to draw attention to himself.

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