Four Years of Absolute Madness, and, Without Consequence For Any of It

I started this blog on October 7, 2010.

This is my 1,000th post to the blog.

And, with zero reservation, I can say that I never believed, when I started this blog over four years ago, we'd be so fucking insane that I'd really have to wonder if it's only that I am not free to make my own decisions that this thing would not be shut down by the police in precisely four weeks.

And that's if they go to Pasadena and not to New Orleans, Jameis!

Put in no uncertain terms, the catharsis and the nature of actually getting this down "on paper" to cool my temper against an out-of-control American Sports Machine is wearing off and rather thin, as we speak.

It didn't start out this way.  The blog simply started as a means to expose a lot of people to the systems of sports rigging in various sports leagues.

I'm no academian.  I'm not a professional.  I'm not nearly as polite as a Brian Tuohy, who has now written two books on the subject and is about to add a book on sports gambling at some point in 2015.

(And I thank Brian for all the help and the kind words the last four years.)

But I'm pissed, and I'm not really sure how much of this stupidity (in or outside of sports) I'm going to be able to take before I violate the Doug Llewellyn Principle (and I hope I was even close to spelling his name right) in taking things into my own hands.

At least, for now, I am freed from having to make that decision, as I am needed to be available for friends and the like, so I really have to use this as my main means of dissemination.

But, boy do things get tempting from time to time.

They get tempting when I literally have to watch people and property get subjugated just because of real (or even fantasy!) sports.  That people's lives literally revolve around ludicrously rigged sporting events, and, when the billions roll in, there's nothing done to basically try to gain any real sense of perspective.

They get tempting when I literally have to do a death post almost every week due to some CTE/concussion-related accident or incident, and have to wonder how many hundreds more go unreported.

They get tempting when I literally watch the sport of football in general anymore.

A sport in which there can be made no mistake:  We're beyond the proverbial "watch the race for the crashes" -- the fans of this sport WANT someone to die on the field, TODAY...

... as long as they wear the other team's uniform.

How TOUGH and HARDCORE would it be (so the braying masses of the circus) to be the man that killed someone on the field.  They'd have the intimidation factor of Ivan Drago, "Death From Above" for his fight with Rocky Balboa...

... never minding the reality that such an act would probably fuck his brain up even more than the concussions did, but the facts never get in the way of a good story now, do they?

Every time I literally sit down and watch a video of some of the hits these animals glorify, and then try to tell the truth, then it's me that's the pussy, pussification of America, all that shit.

We get to a National Football League which honors abuse, encourages illegality, and turns the other cheek (often comically so) when exposed to such.

It's gotten so bad that it is now clear that, if we had laws in this country, there would be no football.

Then we get to the open-faced bigotry endemic in sports, especially football.

But not limited to, as Deadspin's sister blog Fittish reported today.

It's one thing to look at the whole Michael Sam situation and to see the 32 teams circle the wagons to prevent an SEC Defensive Player of the Year from ever playing professional football, just for the "crime" of being gay.

It's another to watch some "family values" fucking hacks try to pollute a state I used to live in (Minnesota) by publishing such tripe that you would have to wonder if the desired result of some of these fucks is nothing short of the "corrective rape" we see in places like South Africa.

They took out a full-page ad stating that "transgender politics" will end girls' sports in Minnesota if the MSHSL (the Minnesota high-school sanctioning body) gets it's way and is able to set forth a set of rules allowing transgender individuals to play in the gender of competition that they identify with.

And, reading the article, it's becoming a long process.

But no.  The "family values" creeps don't want to let it be at that, no.

Forget sincerely held identifications and all.  "You'll be what we want you to be!!", right?

Fuck.  That.  Shit.

First, it's required, bitches.  Title IX.  Live with reality.

Second, the basic problem is that you want it to be what Terry Crews recently defined as Man Code:

• Rape the girls.
• Subjugate the lessers.
• Kill those who need to be eliminated for the greater good.

And that's basically where we are in sports.  And if we aren't going to have a massive disruption because you go one step too far and you get a violent incident at a Rose Bowl or at a Finals or at a World Series, we better put a stop to a lot of what MANHOOD has become.

Else, you get people with nothing to lose, and you know what comes next.

And, at the rate we're going, they're damn well going to get it.  Especially if the perpetrator has had his head bashed in so much he doesn't know up from down.

But the real problem I see is that none of this has any real consequences.

It is basically to the point, in this country (in far more than just sports), it's not what you do, it's who you are and how important you are and whose dick you're willing to suck.

This is why I cannot take this Title IX Sham Trial in Tallahassee any degree of seriously.  A "conviction" gives back a Heisman and at least one national title.

This is why I believe the National Football League is going to abolish all player-conduct penalties (on and off the field!) because people want heads taken off on the field, and expect them to take whatever they want (consensual or otherwise) off of it!

I guess I should thank a few more people, and then start the next thousand...

My anonymous friend who contributes countless material, and has such a good external bullshit detector that I could not do this blog without.  Thank you, my friend.

To my few readers, whether or not you do this for comedy or take it seriously, thanks for reading.

To people like Declan Hill and Brian Tuohy and NFLRanking:  We must keep up the fight.  Especially as all sense of decency and honor deteriorates to a limit of zero, you can do it with far more aplomb than this pissed-off forty-something who really has to wonder what's coming next...

To people like Bob Ley and Outside the Lines:  Shocked ESPN has let you go this long.

To Keith Olbermann:  Ditto.

I know there's many I forgot, and a couple who wouldn't want to be included, but, without all of you, this isn't possible.

So, now, off to the second thousand.

"Por la Razón o la Fuerza"

"By reason or by force..." -- the national motto of the country of Chile, and somewhere I fear we are at now, with reason leaving the playing field at alarming levels.