It’s getting to the point where I can’t stand to watch football anymore. It used to be entertainment and spectacle, and the action on the field. Now, it’s the non-stop testosterone-fueled commentary and banter in the booth, filled with breathless talk of strategy, and “battling in the trenches,” and “overcoming adversity” and “stepping up and being a man.” All I can think is, “How can you be so into this?”
Football is life? C’mon man.
Add the growing gaggle of wagering concerns to the mix and now you’ve got the potential for a real slimy mess.