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Postby Belligerent Savant » Sat Feb 06, 2016 3:01 pm

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Just in time for SB 50.

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Roger Goodell’s Unstoppable Football Machine

For all the revelations about its brutality, pro football is more
popular and profitable than ever. How the N.F.L. commissioner
and a group of billionaire owners have kept the league on offense.


Everywhere you go at the National Football League’s corporate headquarters in Manhattan, a Park Avenue enclave that feels both futuristic and retro at the same time, you encounter ‘‘the Shield.’’ The star-studded, upside-down nipple with a football floating on top adorns the front doors; it is painted on walls, carved into trophies, printed on napkins and mouse pads, inlaid in silver on a conference table, etched into cuff links and iced onto cookies. All employees receive a Lucite Shield at the beginning of the season. Security guards in the lobby wear tiny Shield pins. The Shield is sacrosanct. It is a symbol of almost mystical power, and its display seems to be governed by some Constitution-like power. It stands for big notions, like ‘‘Respect,’’ ‘‘Resilience,’’ ‘‘Integrity’’ and ‘‘Responsibility to Team.’’ These words greet you in big letters on the glass entrance door.

‘‘The game has so many elements I think our country admires and respects,’’ Roger Goodell, the N.F.L. commissioner, told me on Sunday, Jan. 24, about an hour before the Arizona Cardinals and the Carolina Panthers would kick off at Bank of America Stadium in Charlotte, N.C. ‘‘It unites people. It gives people a chance to sort of come together and enjoy people around this country today.’’ On days like that, with back-to-back conference championship games, or this Sunday, with the 50th Super Bowl, the Shield might as well be the American flag. The sport provides a belief system at a time when faith in so many community institutions — government, religion, actual families — is weakening.

Though the Shield is itself a symbol of defense, it still requires safeguarding. Goodell, the league’s tightly coiled and sometimes embattled commissioner, is always going on about how his first job is to ‘‘protect the Shield.’’ It’s as if he is paid another huge bonus if he mentions the Shield enough. The Shield evokes gallant warriors and immovable forces, but it is also a reminder that the enterprise is under siege. When Goodell sits at his desk, he gazes upon a large rendering of the Shield on a back wall of his office. ‘‘It is a reminder to look out,’’ he says.

These are days of both great confidence and unease in professional football. As with any empire, there is a sense that for all its riches and popularity, the league is never far from some catastrophic demise. You hear talk of the N.F.L.’s ‘‘existential’’ challenges over player health and safety; the nation’s growing concern over concussions and degenerative brain disease; the drop in youth-football participation; lawsuits, regulatory roadblocks and disruptions to the broadcast model that the league’s modern business has been built on.

And yet, everyone wants a piece of the Shield. Put it on TV, and people will watch; put it on a jersey, they will wear it. The N.F.L.’s total revenue in 2015 ($12.4 billion) is nearly double that of a decade earlier ($6.6 billion). The price of television ads during the Super Bowl has increased by more than 75 percent over the last decade. This year’s conference championship games set yet another viewership record for the league: 53.3 million people watched the A.F.C. game on CBS; 45.7 million watched the N.F.C. game on Fox. Goodell talks constantly about ‘‘growing the pie,’’ finding new revenue streams and ways to make the N.F.L. a ‘‘year-round’’ experience rather than just during fall and winter. He has said he wants the N.F.L. to achieve $25 billion in gross revenue by 2027. No league is as relentless when it comes to growth and making cash for its billionaire cartel. It’s reminiscent of a shark that will die if it doesn’t keep moving and ripping little fish to shreds.

For as familiar as the Shield is, the group that owns it is a closed and mysterious club. These are the proprietors of the league’s teams — 31 of which are owned by individuals, families or partnerships, while the other (the Green Bay Packers) is owned by shareholder fans. As a collective, the N.F.L. owners are known within the league as the Membership.

The sport might represent the great spectacle of 21st-century America, played by extraordinary, bulked-up specimens before millions of viewers. But it’s these needy billionaires who own it. They are the heads of the football city-states that stir our civic passions and twist our moods from September to February. They are cutthroat businessmen and competitors, but they also envision themselves as noble stewards of the community.

‘‘We offer a respite,’’ Jerry Jones, the rascally owner of the Dallas Cowboys, told me. ‘‘We are a respite that moves you away from your trials and missteps, or my trials and missteps.’’ Jones describes a weekly display in which representatives from my town and your town meet up. ‘‘And we’ll just have a big old time, being relevant to one another.’’

‘‘Relevant’’ is a curiously timid concept in light of the N.F.L.’s dominance. But it, too, is heard with regularity in N.F.L. circles. Of course the league is relevant to contemporary America — as the Beatles are relevant to rock ’n’ roll. I thought of the news conference Bill Clinton gave in 1995 at a particularly low moment of his presidency. ‘‘I am relevant,’’ the most powerful man in the free world felt the need to say. ‘‘The Constitution gives me relevance.’’

For its current state of unmatched relevance, the Membership praises Roger Goodell, even if a good part of the football-watching and football-playing public does not. Since Goodell became the league commissioner in 2006, most of the Membership has seen the value of its franchises double (20 are now among the 50 most valuable sports franchises on the planet, according to Forbes).

Goodell understands leverage. ‘‘Whenever you have immense power like that, you’ve got the whip hand,’’ said Senator John McCain, who this season criticized the N.F.L. for charging the Department of Defense for promotional events for the military at league games. Goodell thinks little of success, more of the alternative. ‘‘I’m driven,’’ Goodell said. ‘‘I don’t like failure. Everything can change so fast in our society, for me or anyone else.’’

Another mantra I heard repeated around the N.F.L. headquarters is ‘‘Only the paranoid survive.’’ The phrase — popularized by Andrew Grove of Intel — is a Goodell favorite. During my three visits to the N.F.L.’s Park Avenue offices, I was always struck by the thick propaganda of the place. The N.F.L. Network plays at all times on big screens. Every corporate office celebrates itself, to some degree, but the N.F.L.’s is particularly overwhelming, as if it were the sanctum of a highly successful megachurch marrying ESPN and Scientology. I had the strange feeling, as I waited in the lobby, that I was being watched, if not filmed.


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Postby 82_28 » Sat Feb 06, 2016 8:06 pm

It wasn't always like this I don't think. If I were a bit younger knowing what I know now I would doubtlessly hate the NFL and football in general. Sadly, I am a homer and for some damn reason I love the Denver Broncos because I was raised that way. I think the NFL is at the apex of where it could possibly go from here. I can't find a direct link to the superbowl special Key and Peele did where the TV football robots take over Earth which I saw last night. It was funny and also creepy.

I worked around many Broncos players when I was younger and they are all a weird pampered normal. Pampered to the hilt. But also one on one the players and coaches are totally cool.

When I was a hella young buck a certain famous broncos player came in to the car dealership I was a lot boy at. The salesman came in to us and said this is for Vance Johnson and please make sure this car (he was buying for his lady) is done extra well. So we did a good job. But the car sat there all night. So we went to the salesperson and asked what's up. He said to not say anything, but he couldn't be approved for a loan. It was for a VW Cabriolet. We were all WTF. So we left it for the night. The next day there was some Jaguar sitting there and we asked what was up with it. We never got no Jaguar ever to detail. Again it was a don't say anything but he had to trade it in so he could buy the Cabriolet for his lady.
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Postby conniption » Sun Feb 07, 2016 7:04 am

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Op Eds 2/7/2016

The Super Bowl Promotes War


By David Swanson

Super Bowl 50 will be the first National Football League championship to happen since it was reported that much of the pro-military hoopla at football games, the honoring of troops and glorifying of wars that most people had assumed was voluntary or part of a marketing scheme for the NFL, has actually been a money-making scheme for the NFL. The U.S. military has been dumping millions of our dollars, part of a recruitment and advertising budget that's in the billions, into paying the NFL to publicly display love for soldiers and weaponry.

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Postby seemslikeadream » Sun Feb 07, 2016 9:52 am

Could You Stomach the Horrors of 'Halftime' in Ancient Rome?
LiveScience.com By Cristin O'keefe Aptowicz

Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz is a New York Times best-selling nonfiction writer and poet, and the author of "Dr. Mütter's Marvels: A True Tale of Intrigue and Innovation at the Dawn of Modern Medicine" (Avery, 2014), which made seven national "Best Books of 2014" lists, including those from Amazon, The Onion's AV Club, NPR's Science Friday and The Guardian, among others. Aptowicz contributed this exclusive article to Live Science's Expert Voices: Op-Ed & Insights.

The enormous arena was empty, save for the seesaws and the dozens of condemned criminals who sat naked upon them, hands tied behind their backs. Unfamiliar with the recently invented contraptions known as petaurua, the men tested the seesaws uneasily. One criminal would push off the ground and suddenly find himself 15 feet in the air while his partner on the other side of the seesaw descended swiftly to the ground. How strange.

In the stands, tens of thousands of Roman citizens waited with half-bored curiosity to see what would happen next and whether it would be interesting enough to keep them in their seats until the next part of the "big show" began.

With a flourish, trapdoors in the floor of the arena were opened, and lions, bears, wild boars and leopards rushed into the arena. The starved animals bounded toward the terrified criminals, who attempted to leap away from the beasts' snapping jaws. But as one helpless man flung himself upward and out of harm's way, his partner on the other side of the seesaw was sent crashing down into the seething mass of claws, teeth and fur.

The crowd of Romans began to laugh at the dark antics before them. Soon, they were clapping and yelling, placing bets on which criminal would die first, which one would last longest and which one would ultimately be chosen by the largest lion, who was still prowling the outskirts of the arena's pure white sand. [See Photos of the Combat Sports Played in Ancient Rome]

And with that, another "halftime show" of damnatio ad bestias succeeded in serving its purpose: to keep the jaded Roman population glued to their seats, to the delight of the event's scheming organizer.

Welcome to the show

The Roman Games were the Super Bowl Sundays of their time. They gave their ever-changing sponsors and organizers (known as editors) an enormously powerful platform to promote their views and philosophies to the widest spectrum of Romans. All of Rome came to the Games: rich and poor, men and women, children and the noble elite alike. They were all eager to witness the unique spectacles each new game promised its audience.

To the editors, the Games represented power, money and opportunity. Politicians and aspiring noblemen spent unthinkable sums on the Games they sponsored in the hopes of swaying public opinion in their favor, courting votes, and/or disposing of any person or warring faction they wanted out of the way.

The more extreme and fantastic the spectacles, the more popular the Games with the general public, and the more popular the Games, the more influence the editor could have. Because the Games could make or break the reputation of their organizers, editors planned every last detail meticulously.

Thanks to films like "Ben-Hur" and "Gladiator," the two most popular elements of the Roman Games are well known even to this day: the chariot races and the gladiator fights. Other elements of the Roman Games have also translated into modern times without much change: theatrical plays put on by costumed actors, concerts with trained musicians, and parades of much-cared-for exotic animals from the city's private zoos.

But much less discussed, and indeed largely forgotten, is the spectacle that kept the Roman audiences in their seats through the sweltering midafternoon heat: the blood-spattered halftime show known as damnatio ad bestias — literally "condemnation by beasts" — orchestrated by men known as the bestiarii.

Super Bowl 242 B.C: How the Games Became So Brutal

The cultural juggernaut known as the Roman Games began in 242 B.C., when two sons decided to celebrate their father's life by ordering slaves to battle each other to the death at his funeral. This new variation of ancient munera (a tribute to the dead) struck a chord within the developing republic. Soon, other members of the wealthy classes began to incorporate this type of slave fighting into their own munera. The practice evolved over time — with new formats, rules, specialized weapons, etc. — until the Roman Games as we now know them were born.

In 189 B.C., a consul named M. Fulvius Nobilior decided to do something different. In addition to the gladiator duels that had become common, he introduced an animal act that would see humans fight both lions and panthers to the death. Big-game hunting was not a part of Roman culture; Romans only attacked large animals to protect themselves, their families or their crops. Nobilior realized that the spectacle of animals fighting humans would add a cheap and unique flourish to this fantastic new pastime. Nobilior aimed to make an impression, and he succeeded. [Photos: Gladiators of the Roman Empire]

With the birth of the first "animal program," an uneasy milestone was achieved in the evolution of the Roman Games: the point at which a human being faced a snarling pack of starved beasts, and every laughing spectator in the crowd chanted for the big cats to win, the point at which the republic's obligation to make a man's death a fair or honorable one began to be outweighed by the entertainment value of watching him die.

Twenty-two years later, in 167 B.C., Aemlilus Paullus would give Rome its first damnatio ad bestias when he rounded up army deserters and had them crushed, one by one, under the heavy feet of elephants. "The act was done publicly," historian Alison Futrell noted in her book "Blood in the Arena," "a harsh object lesson for those challenging Roman authority."

The "satisfaction and relief" Romans would feel watching someone considered lower than themselves be thrown to the beasts would become, as historian Garrett G. Fagan noted in his book "The Lure of the Arena," a "central … facet of the experience [of the Roman Games. … a feeling of shared empowerment and validation … " In those moments, Rome began the transition into the self-indulgent decadence that would come to define all that we associate with the great society's demise.

The Role of Julius Caesar

General Julius Caesar proved to be the first true maestro of the Games. He understood how these events could be manipulated to inspire fear, loyalty and patriotism, and began to stage the Games in new and ingenious ways. For example, Caesar was the first to arrange fights between recently captured armies, gaining firsthand knowledge of the fighting techniques used by these conquered people and providing him with powerful insights to aid future Roman conquests, all the while demonstrating the republic's own superiority to the roaring crowd of Romans. After all, what other city was powerful enough to command foreign armies to fight each other to the death, solely for their viewing pleasure?

Caesar used exotic animals from newly conquered territories to educate Romans about the empire's expansion. In one of his games, "Animals for Show and Pleasure in Ancient Rome" author George Jennison notes that Caesar orchestrated "a hunt of four hundred lions, fights between elephants and infantry … [and] bull fighting by mounted Thessalians." Later, the first-ever giraffes seen in Rome arrived — a gift to Caesar himself from a love-struck Cleopatra.

To execute his very specific visions, Caesar relied heavily on the bestiarii — men who were paid to house, manage, breed, train and sometimes fight the bizarre menagerie of animals collected for the Games.

Managing and training this ever-changing influx of beasts was not an easy task for the bestiarii. Wild animals are born with a natural hesitancy, and without training, they would usually cower and hide when forced into the arena's center. For example, it is not a natural instinct for a lion to attack and eat a human being, let alone to do so in front of a crowd of 100,000 screaming Roman men, women and children! And yet, in Rome's ever-more-violent culture, disappointing an editor would spell certain death for the low-ranking bestiarii.

To avoid being executed themselves, bestiarii met the challenge. They developed detailed training regimens to ensure their animals would act as requested, feeding arena-born animals a diet compromised solely of human flesh, breeding their best animals, and allowing their weaker and smaller stock to be killed in the arena. Bestiarii even went so far as to instruct condemned men and women on how to behave in the ring to guarantee a quick death for themselves — and a better show. The bestiarii could leave nothing to chance.

As their reputations grew, bestiarii were given the power to independently devise new and even more audacious spectacles for the ludi meridiani (midday executions). And by the time the Roman Games had grown popular enough to fill 250,000-seat arenas, the work of the bestiarii had become a twisted art form.

As the Roman Empire grew, so did the ambition and arrogance of its leaders. And the more arrogant, egotistic and unhinged the leader in power, the more spectacular the Games would become. Who better than the bestiarii to aid these despots in taking their version of the Roman Games to new, ever-more grotesque heights?

Caligula Amplified the Cruelty

Animal spectacles became bigger, more elaborate, and more flamboyantly cruel. Damnatio ad bestias became the preferred method of executing criminals and enemies alike. So important where the bestiarii's contribution, that when butcher meat became prohibitively expensive, Emperor Caligula ordered that all of Rome's prisoners "be devoured" by the bestiarii's packs of starving animals. In his masterwork De Vita Caesarum, Roman historian Gaius Suetonius Tranquillus (b. 69 A.D.) tells of how Caligula sentenced the men to death "without examining the charges" to see if death was a fitting punishment, but rather by "merely taking his place in the middle of a colonnade, he bade them be led away 'from baldhead to baldhead,'"(It should also be noted that Caligula used the funds originally earmarked for feeding the animals and the prisoners to construct temples he was building in his own honor!)

To meet this ever-growing pressure to keep the Roman crowds happy and engaged by bloodshed, bestiarii were forced to consistently invent new ways to kill. They devised elaborate contraptions and platforms to give prisoners the illusion they could save themselves — only to have the structures collapse at the worst possible moments, dropping the condemned into a waiting pack of starved animals. Prisoners were tied to boxes, lashed to stakes, wheeled out on dollies and nailed to crosses, and then, prior to the animals' release, the action was paused so that bets could be made in the crowd about which of the helpless men would be devoured first.

Perhaps most popular — as well as the most difficult to pull off — were the re-creations of death scenes from famous myths and legends. A single bestiarius might spend months training an eagle in the art of removing a thrashing man's organs (a la the myth of Prometheus).

The halftime show of damnatio ad bestias became so notorious that it was common for prisoners to attempt suicide to avoid facing the horrors they knew awaited them. Roman philosopher and statesmen Seneca recorded a story of a German prisoner who, rather than be killed in a bestiarius' show, killed himself by forcing a communally used prison lavatory sponge down his throat. One prisoner who refused to walk into the arena was placed on a cart and wheeled in; the prisoner thrust his own head between the spokes of its wheels, preferring to break his own neck than to face whatever horrors the bestiarius had planned for him.

It is in this era that Rome saw the rise of its most famous bestiarius, Carpophorus, "The King of the Beasts."

The Rise of a Beast Master

Carpophorus was celebrated not only for training the animals that were set upon the enemies, criminals and Christians of Rome, but also for famously taking to the center of the arena to battle the most fearsome creatures himself.

He triumphed in one match that pitted him against a bear, a lion and a leopard, all of which were released to attack him at once. Another time, he killed 20 separate animals in one battle, using only his bare hands as weapons. His power over animals was so unmatched that the poet Martial wrote odes to Carpophorus.

"If the ages of old, Caesar, in which a barbarous earth brought forth wild monsters, had produced Carpophorus," he wrote in his best known work, Epigrams. "Marathon would not have feared her bull, nor leafy Nemea her lion, nor Arcadians the boar of Maenalus. When he armed his hands, the Hydra would have met a single death; one stroke of his would have sufficed for the entire Chimaera. He could yoke the fire-bearing bulls without the Colchian; he could conquer both the beasts of Pasiphae. If the ancient tale of the sea monster were recalled, he would release Hesione and Andromeda single-handed. Let the glory of Hercules' achievement be numbered: it is more to have subdued twice ten wild beasts at one time."

To have his work compared so fawningly to battles with some of Rome’s most notorious mythological beast sheds some light on the astounding work Carpophorus was doing within the arena, but he gained fame as well for his animal work behind the scenes. Perhaps most shockingly, it was said that he was among the few bestiarii who could command animals to rape human beings, including bulls, zebras, stallions, wild boars and giraffes, among others. This crowd-pleasing trick allowed his editors to create ludi meridiani that could not only combine sex and death but also claim to be honoring the god Zeus. After all, in Roman mythology, Zeus took many animal forms to have his way with human women.

Historians still debate how common of an occurrence public bestiality was at the Roman Games — and especially whether forced bestiality was used as a form of execution — but poets and artists of the time wrote and painted about the spectacle with a shocked awe.

"Believe that Pasiphae coupled with the Dictaean bull!" Martial wrote. "We've seen it! The Ancient Myth has been confirmed! Hoary antiquity, Caesar, should not marvel at itself: whatever Fame sings of, the arena presents to you."

The 'Gladiator' Commodus

The Roman Games and the work of the bestiarii may have reached their apex during the reign of Emperor Commodus, which began in 180 AD. By that time, the relationship between the emperors and the Senate had disintegrated to a point of near-complete dysfunction. The wealthy, powerful and spoiled emperors began acting out in such debauched and deluded ways that even the working class "plebs" of Rome were unnerved. But even in this heightened environment, Commodus served as an extreme.

Having little interest in running the empire, he left most of the day-to-day decisions to a prefect, while Commodus himself indulged in living a very public life of debauchery. His harem contained 300 girls and 300 boys (some of whom it was said had so bewitched the emperor as he passed them on the street that he felt compelled to order their kidnapping). But if there was one thing that commanded Commodus' obsession above all else, it was the Roman Games. He didn't just want to put on the greatest Games in the history of Rome; he wanted to be the star of them, too.

Commodus began to fight as a gladiator. Sometimes, he arrived dressed in lion pelts, to evoke Roman hero Hercules; other times, he entered the ring absolutely naked to fight his opponents. To ensure a victory, Commodus only fought amputees and wounded soldiers (all of whom were given only flimsy wooden weapons to defend themselves). In one dramatic case recorded in Scriptores Historiae Augustae, Commodus ordered that all people missing their feet be gathered from the Roman streets and be brought to the arena, where he commanded that they be tethered together in the rough shape of a human body. Commodus then entered the arena's center ring, and clubbed the entire group to death, before announcing proudly that he had killed a giant.

But being a gladiator wasn't enough for him. Commodus wanted to rule the halftime show as well, so he set about creating a spectacle that would feature him as a great bestiarius. He not only killed numerous animals — including lions, elephants, ostriches and giraffes, among others, all of which had to be tethered or injured to ensure the emperor's success — but also killed bestiarii whom he felt were rivals (including Julius Alexander, a bestiarius who had grown beloved in Rome for his ability to kill an untethered lion with a javelin from horseback). Commodus once made all of Rome sit and watch in the blazing midday sun as he killed 100 bears in a row — and then made the city pay him 1 millions esterces (ancient Roman coins) for the (unsolicited) favor.

By the time Commodus demanded the city of Rome be renamed Colonia Commodiana ("City of Commodus") — Scriptores Historiae Augustae, noted that not only did the Senate "pass this resolution, but … at the same time [gave] Commodus the name Hercules, and [called] him a god" — a conspiracy was already afoot to kill the mad leader. A motley crew of assassins — including his court chamberlain, Commodus' favorite concubine, and "an athlete called Narcissus, who was employed as Commodus' wrestling partner" — joined forces to kill him and end his unhinged reign. His death was supposed to restore balance and rationality to Rome — but it didn't. By then, Rome was broken — bloody, chaotic and unable to stop its death spiral.

In an ultimate irony, reformers who stood up to oppose the culture's violent and debauched disorder were often punished by death at the hands of the bestiarii, their deaths cheered on by the very same Romans whom they were trying to protect and save from destruction.

The Death of the Games and the Rise of Christianity

As the Roman Empire declined, so did the size, scope and brutality of its Games. However, it seems fitting that one of the most powerful seeds of the empire's downfall could be found within its ultimate sign of contempt and power — the halftime show of damnatio ad bestias.

Early Christians were among the most popular victims in ludi meridiani. The emperors who condemned these men, women and children to public death by beasts did so with the obvious hope that the spectacle would be so horrifying and humiliating that it would discourage any other Romans from converting to Christianity.

Little did they realize that the tales of brave Christians facing certain death with grace, power and humility made them some of the earliest martyr stories. Nor could they have imagined that these oft-repeated narratives would then serve as invaluable tools to drive more people toward the Christian faith for centuries to come.

In the end, who could have ever imagined that these near-forgotten "halftime shows" might prove to have a more lasting impact on the world than the gladiators and chariot races that had overshadowed the bestiarii for their entire existence?
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started.
They could still get him out of office.
But instead, they want mass death.
Don’t forget that.
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Postby 82_28 » Sun Feb 07, 2016 10:07 am

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Postby vince » Sun Feb 07, 2016 10:28 am

To paraphrase The Kids In The Hall:
"Can't stand the game, hate the people who like it even more!"
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Postby 82_28 » Sun Feb 07, 2016 11:00 am

The game is great. It really is. That it is violent is a by-product. That violence sells is a by-product. That it makes a shit ton of money is a by-product. The players know what they're getting into. The strategy and logistics in pro football is insanely complex and I have no idea how to play Madden -- tried but way too difficult. I currently have three Broncos items on -- hat hoodie and shirt. Do I know why? Not really. I was just raised this way. Impossible to explain. While hating all militarism I will always look at it as a game of skill and intelligence. I have fond memories of peaceful times playing football or throwing the ball around with my dad and friends.

Since I have never taken orders from anyone, I would never fit in on a team. But I enjoy the mindgames coaches and players are accustomed to. Not the injuries. But then again all the exercise I ever got was skateboarding and boy did football jocks back then like to harry us. And I'm sure us skaters got way more injured than they ever did in a game. Hell, my brother broke his arm playing baseball. I skated day and night. Way more active than any football player. But whatever.

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Postby Karmamatterz » Sun Feb 07, 2016 11:16 am

There are parallels with the NFL and the brutal inhuman Roman spectacles. One could list other competive sports and events that draw the populace into drama and away from thinking about their plight. Much of this is outlined in the Creature from Jekyll Island.

Control by focusing attention where you want it.

Movies, TV, porn, drugs (pharma and organic), fashion and basically many forms of media are used to entertain the masses. It works, right? Catch a good buzz, watch a good show and your interest in what tribal group or radical Islamist is being target by a drone diminishes.

And the MSM positions the spectacle of us electing the next president as something relevant and of extreme national importance....like they care.

The NFL is no different than Hollywood, just a different playing field. Not one football player is shackled and led by the tip of a sword onto the playing field. The art work of the huddled women evokes a certain emotion but is not rationally analogous to the sport of football in the sense of life and death. Persecution, torture and becoming a meal for hungry tigers is a tad different than grown men who are paid a lot of money to perform in a sport.

Isn't hate a really strong word? Why not just skip the game and watch something else? Better yet don't consume any media and use the time to do something healthy for yourself.

I'm going to watch the game tonight, drink beer and talk about conspiracy with my good buddy who dislikes the NFL but finds a peculiar interest in it's cultural impact. I'll be spending time watching the game instead of listening to the blathering extreme leftist and rightist who are vying for New Hampshire. You know, the folks that claim they care about you but really are blowing just as much hot air as the NFL commissioner. Difference between Roger Goodell and the next blowhard demican or repugnantcrat is that Goodell doesn't have the authority to kill, order citizens to be locked up without a trial or habeus corpus and certainly doesn't have the 7th Fleet or NSA at his disposal.

Humans are a competive bunch and very messy creatures when it comes to doing what's best for the species. It's unrealistic to expect the masses to not seek entertainment or a spectacle. We are innately driven to watch a space shuttle disintegrating into bits on a screen just as much as we watch football, boxing or soccer.
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Postby Belligerent Savant » Sun Feb 07, 2016 12:24 pm

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Salient points, Karmamatterz.

I will readily admit to a bit of hypocrisy as I watch the sport myself (my team of preference being the lowly NY Jets), and agree that it allows for not only a distraction, but a conduit for the Average American to vicariously vent their inner feelings of frustration/semi-impotence through their team of choice (often based on region, which in turn also lends itself to a sense of community/camaraderie among nearby humans of similar mindsets).

That said, the NFL is grossly patronizing and condescending to their fanbase with their pantomimes of ethical guidelines and/or morality. Except, perhaps it's not patronizing. Perhaps the Average American wants to be fooled; they prefer not to peer too closely into the filthy maw of the sport. They opt to absorb the theatrics, the not-so-hidden-brutal realities of the sport, so they can ENJOY the violence with minimal guilt. IN that respect it's not too dissimilar from our mainstream political stage, ay?

ALSO, F#CK Peyton Manning and his quasi-folksy pseudo-humble act as he shamelessly SHILLS for douchebags like PAPA JOHN:

(82_28: If I was a Broncos fan, I'd be rooting for Peyton regardless, so there goes my "moral high ground" -- assuming any American taxpayer has any to stand on in the first place)

http://wonkette.com/593643/papa-johns-i ... te-america

“Papa” John Schnatter is a man with a last name befitting a product that resembles psuedopizza discharge. The obscenely rich free market romantic must be busy helping Ann Romney with her next gross cookbook because chaos continues to reign on the front lines of his Kind-Of-Food-I-Guess Empire.

Mere weeks after paying $12 million to settle a 2009 class action suit brought by under-compensated delivery guys, Papa John’s finds itself at the center of yet another wage theft investigation involving one its New York franchisees.

When employees’ weekly hours reached 35 or 40 per week, they were allegedly required to use the fictitious names so that the employer’s failure to pay proper overtime for these hours would be concealed.

This is not the first time a New York Papa John’s has been busted for being total knobs and pinching its employees pennies. It won’t be the last time either, but is there possibly a ray of hope for the $8.25 per hour employees who have to suffer the indignation of getting robbed by their own bosses AND going home on a nightly basis smelling like Papa John’s?

Despite the occasional class action or franchise prosecution, Schnatter can retire to his obscene mansion on a nightly basis and relax in a game-worn Peyton Manning jersey with general impunity relative to the deeds of his franchise owners. But the National Labor Relations Board has other ideas that might help lessen the estimated billions of dollars stolen from poor American workers by their employers.

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Re: F#CK The NFL.

Postby Karmamatterz » Sun Feb 07, 2016 12:54 pm

+1 Savant.

The NFL is so hypocritical it's pathetic. The whole non-profit status is utter BS. On top of how they guild municipalities into finding new stadiums every 20 years. Complete waste. Build it well once and live with it. At least the Romans knew how to build a long lasting stadium. I lived in Colorado for while and adopted the Broncos, then travelled to Seattle several times and started liking the Seahawks. Still a Lions fan at heart and they like the Browns continue to disappoint decade after decade. In the end it's a whimsy and utterly mindless form of entertainment. funny how we can become attached to hypocritical things so easily. Not unlike politics and ideologies...
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Re: F#CK The NFL.

Postby Karmamatterz » Sun Feb 07, 2016 12:56 pm

Guilt, not guild. My iPad isn't let me edit.
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Re: F#CK The NFL.

Postby Iamwhomiam » Sun Feb 07, 2016 1:43 pm

Indoctrination begins early in life.

These days we're much better at creating illusions than ever before, the illusion of Freedom, the illusion of democracy, etc. Football is the illusion of war, sometimes with fatalities but more often only injuries, which allows our warriors to battle again, another day.

Halftime this year we'll be introduced to Grumman's new stealth fighter as it flies overhead.
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Re: F#CK The NFL.

Postby Burnt Hill » Sun Feb 07, 2016 1:58 pm

Hey Belligerent Savant-
Thanks for the shout down at Papa John, that smarmy sob.
There was a funny skit on SNL last night that nailed PJ also.
Cant seem to find it right now!
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