Sunday, July 27, 2014

I thought of writing about how angry I am at the National Football League

I thought of writing about how angry I am at the National Football League, which issued Baltimore Ravens's star Ray Rice a two-game suspension after he beat his girlfriend unconscious in an elevator. If he'd been caught with marijuana, he'd have been suspended for twice as long. But this case, as his coach said, "is not a big deal. It's just part of the process. We said from the beginning that the circumstances would determine the consequences. There are consequences when you make a mistake like that. I stand behind Ray. He's a heck of a guy. He's done everything right since. He makes a mistake. He's going to have to pay a consequence."

I thought of writing about how angry I am at the National Football League, but I've decided instead to write about how proud I am of my sixteen-year-old son, who burst out of his room to tell me about this story. He was irate. "Can you believe this, Mom? Can you believe this? What's wrong with these people? How can that guy [ex-football-coach-now-sports-analyst Tony Dungy] call Michael Sam a distraction in the locker room just for being gay? Why is that a distraction, but beating up someone you supposedly love is 'not a big deal'"?

I thought of writing about how angry I am at the National Football League,  but I guess my son and I just don't understand why repeatedly getting embroiled in accusations of sexual coercion (Ben Roethlisberger), or accidentally shooting yourself because you went clubbing with a loaded unholstered Glock in your waistband (Plaxico Burress), or being indicted for murdering a guy in a deserted industrial park (Aaron Hernandez) don't count as distractions.

I thought of writing about how angry I am at the National Football League, but what's the point? Football has become a training ground for bullies, and we live in a world in which people smoothly accept that a bully can be "a heck of a nice guy" . . . especially if he plays for a winning team.

I thought of writing about how angry I am at the National Football League, but I am the daughter of a man who was captain of his high school football team. He told me one time about a friend who was so good that he began playing semi-pro football after high school. But he quit because the game at that level was no longer fun. He told my dad that he was being trained to hurt people, and to hurt himself. The people who could do the best hurting were the people who went to the NFL. Of course this was in the 1950s and 60s. Players were only beginning to get interested in steroids.

I thought of writing about how angry I am at the National Football League, but now I am thinking about Michael Sam. Just because he's gay doesn't mean he's hasn't been trained to hurt. It's conceivable that he will be a distraction, in the same old football way.

3 comments:

Ruth said...

Well done, Dawn. You've written instead about a splendid young man who feels the same outrage do you and so many more of us. So well done too for raising 2 young men who are thoughtful, compassionate and fair.

Carol Willette Bachofner said...

And then there is the Holy Grail of school districts: football, a training ground for bullies for certain, but we cannot call it that or else face wholesale rage from the communities in which this happens EVERY DAY. We spend countless dollars (wasted in my opinion) on athletics, but MOST goes to football. We start the boys at early ages with Pop Warner (should I say "Saint Pop Warner") who is apparently revered for beginning these kids' romance with violence and concussion. We WASTE money we ought to be putting into art and music and woodworking and culinary arts to spread the violence like a plague among our kids. Outraged? You bet I am outraged.

Dawn Potter said...

As the parent of a child who plays high school sports and is also heavily involved in the arts, I can only agree. Compared to football, the other sports are severely underfunded. Compared to the sports program in general, the arts are severely underfunded. Compared to the music program, theater is severely underfunded. Compared to theater, poetry is nonexistent. You get my drift.