It’s almost a perfect storm. My enjoyment of the NFL has been tempered in recent years by the conduct of its players, the hypocritical nature of its leadership, and the arbitrariness of its officiating. Add to that the sudden departure of the Rams and the likely retirement of Peyton Manning, and I am left to ponder my allegiances for the 2016 NFL season. I could leave it to you, the Commentists, as our leader and St. Louis-area resident DTZM did. I could go with the Chiefs, a regional favorite in my corner of Missouri. I could hate-watch every game, rooting AGAINST specific teams. Maybe I could become a Patriots fan.
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There also exists the very real option of NOT watching football this year.

Think about it. I don’t have a team I really care about. It was never easy being a St. Louis Rams fan anyway, except for a 3-year period at the turn of the millennium. My fandom of Peyton made watching the Broncos win the Super Bowl enjoyable for a whole two days until the skeletons finally started coming out of his closet. Is this the time for me to make a clean break from the league?
The concussion issue is part of it. I feel culpability for watching and supporting the league that is turning these players’ brains to mush. Mike Webster and Junior Seau might be the extremes. Then again, they might be more representative than we realize. And I am no less hypocritical than the league itself. I criticize the league for not doing enough to protect its players, then I turn right around and rail on the officials for calling personal foul penalties that could change the course of a game. I get mad at the league for knowingly putting its employees in harm’s way, then I gripe that they have legislated defense out of the sport.
The Peyton Manning revelations are a compelling factor too. I was already wary of liking any player because of the proliferation of scandals… Ray Rice, Adrian Peterson, Riley Cooper, Greg Hardy. There are others. Manning was the one guy I really enjoyed watching and thought was clean. Turns out not only did he do a stupid thing in college, he and his dad then went about proactively ruining this woman’s career and reputation, so as to protect his own. Instead of just saying “I did a very hurtful thing as an immature young college student and I’m very sorry for what I did to this woman.”
Watching the games themselves is even less entertaining than I build it up to be. The seemingly incessant TV timeouts; the awful announcing; the Draft Kings, #upforwhatevers, smug Chevy guys, and whatever new annoying ad campaigns they’ll have this year; and the officiating. MY GOD, THE OFFICIATING. I’m not saying it’s easy to officiate a football game. I’m sure it’s not. I’m sure they’re just as uncertain as we are at times. But the inconsistency makes the game’s outcome seem so arbitrary sometimes. The defense gets a finger on the QB’s helmet on what should be a failed 3rd down and off-the-field, and here comes a personal foul penalty to extend the drive. Or worse, that damn 5-yard holding penalty that turns a no-chance 3rd and long into a first down. But then in a big playoff game, the refs suddenly stop calling defensive pass interference and the announcers laud them for “letting them play”. And I haven’t even gotten into What Is A Catch?
I would miss the rivebrogs, sure. But honestly, I don’t participate in them that often. Usually I’m doing something else while watching football… working, paying bills, fixing something around the house, (gasp) interacting with my family.

So there are a lot of reasons not to watch the NFL.
But will that stop me? When the first Sunday in September hits, will I forget everything I said above? Or at least rationalize it? Or not even bother to rationalize and just say, fuck it, I want to watch football?
I could limit myself to college football, but I’m not naive enough to believe that the NCAA leadership is any less corrupt than the NFL’s. It’s not like my conscience would have a right to feel better watching college but not pro. Besides, watching college football is good for my career. A lot of the managers in my department are big college football fans, and it keeps me in the loop for the water cooler conversations. Judge me if you want.
So, chances are I’m going to watch SOME kind of football. Right now I would say there’s an 88.1% chance I will watch the NFL again this year. 11.9% is not nothing, but it’s not a YUUUUUUUUGE chance.
But it’s a lot bigger than it was a year ago.
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