The issue feels too complex, but I must find the extent at which to discuss it as cohesively as possible.
I find myself jaded by the thought of the Super Bowl this Sunday.
Maybe that's because I'm not a fan of the Steelers or Packers. Fan allegiance, though, has never stopped me from being interested.
Maybe it's the thought of another round of acid trip commercials. Maybe it's the thought of Ben Roethlisberger winning another Super Bowl ring.
I spent a year of writing articles in which I questioned the collective willingness to ignore the accusations of rape against Roethlisberger. I brought up the issue of Bad Ben one night in a Bible study group at Eastern Washington U. The issue bothered me.
We prayed for him. Why? Because Bad Ben was hardly the type of person who should be a role model. Well, I guess God gave an ironic response. Right now, Bad Ben seems to have gotten his life together, all so the hated Steelers can potentially win another Super Bowl.
But okay, I guess I will learn to live with that.
Yet, the idea of the NFL shutting down for an entire season, if not more, hearkens back to the baseball strike of 1994. At least, it does for me. I was 11 at the time.
I never believed in Santa, leprechauns, the tooth fairy or the Easter bunny. I was a cynical kid. Yet, I believed in movies like The Sandlot. I guess you could say that I believed in baseball.
There isn't much that pierces my cynicism. I don't say that to sound cool or superior, because frankly, it sucks. I used to wonder what it would be like to simply follow the leader and how much easier that would be, but would always conclude that it wasn't worth it.
Baseball, however, was the Trojan horse. After the strike, t...
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