Hooray for Football
Okie dokey. Summer’s over, so I guess I should pick this thing back up. And because I’m too lazy to scan my Fortune just now, I’ll go with an update to something that I’ve mentioned before.
So, another child’s been killed by our beloved game. Yippidy dippidy doo. The most stunning quote to me is this one, by Boron High athletic director:
“It still hurts. Everyday we talk about it. We wear his number on our helmets.”
On the helmets worn during the game that killed him. I understand the impulse, but isn’t that – looked at another way – kind of horribly crass? Like memorializing a car crash victim with a bumper sticker?
Is there anything else that ends in the deaths of children that we rationalize so blithely? It’s just goddamn entertainment. We are the Romans, these kids are the lion food. Enjoy football season.
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It’s not setting the world ablaze, but I guess there’s a fair share of readers. To be frank (and a little depressing), the best way to get eyeballs is to be histrionic. The posts about something cool or interesting get almost no pageviews; the posts that pointlessly have the word “bullshit” in the title get a lot. People love the hate.
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