Well, as I begin this post, it's about a half-hour to when the East Coast rings in 2014.
And, to me, 2013 was an utter disaster for those of us who wanted decency, fair play, and clarity in sports (or much of anywhere else).
But nowhere was this more evident than in a nation gone mad on a rigged, corrupt bloodsport of football, to the abject exclusion of life, fortune, and sacred honor -- not only that of the players, but of themselves and of each other as well.
And it has gotten precipitously worse over the course of the season. We started the year on a trek to see if Johnny Football broke NCAA rules, and now we leave it with a probable rapist winning the Heisman and the question as to whether the NCAA merits continued existence at all.
We started the year with a corrupt run by a team with a coach who killed his son because he couldn't be a father. He was only a football coach. We ended last season with a Super Bowl that had to have a power outage that most intelligent people believe was league-scripted to not lose viewers.
We end the year with a league untouchable to the truth of a bloodsport unsafe at any speed, untouchable to the realities that the players are being dehumanized into animals, untouchable to the fans killing each other if they aren't despondent to the point of suicide when their team loses a rivalry game, untouchable to refereeing that, if the games were not fixed, would be so across-the-board incompetent that they would be unfit.
But a nation swears fealty, where life, limb, friendship, grief, the realities of living, and everything else lay subservient to a violence-filled culture of criminality.
And, hence, football itself is Superfraud of the Year.
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