You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage
years were a struggle. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother
was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your
head and food on your plate. 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 where 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.
Your best friend was assigned to the
101st Airborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once
and Afghanistan twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19 year old
soldiers who grew up just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan
and watched young American's give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the
USA.
You went to the NFL combine and scored off the
charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day. You were drafted in the
first round and your agent immediately went to work, ensuring that you received
the most money possible. You signed for $16 million although you had never
played a single down of professional football.
Your best friend re-enlisted in
the Army for four more years. 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 and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
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. [So do I: HMH]
National boycott of the NFL is Sunday November
12th, Veterans Day Weekend. Please boycott all football telecasts, 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.
Please share this with like-minded people.
1 comment:
Hubby and I haven't watched a game in over a year+... may never watch another. The memory of 'the knee' is to vivid.
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