Enough Football Violence
I watch because there’s intricate strategy in every play called, and there’s extraordinary athleticism in every play that goes better than expected.
I watch for the 54-yard field goal with five seconds to go.
I watch for Tim Tebow, who doesn’t administer any crushing hits at all, but makes you wonder about the power of positive thinking and the corkscrew turns of fortune.
I stop watching–I even turn away–when an outstretched, utterly vulnerable wide receiver is about to take a helmet in his side and hit the ground with the kind of impact that could cause a concussion if he’s lucky, worse if he’s not. And I find myself conflicted about my enthusiasm for the sport, given its grim toll.