LONGTIME READERS of my blogs will know that I detest American football along with all other brain killing, soul corrupting sports. I don't know if it's actually the worst of them, boxing is pretty bad though with fewer sacrificial victim-thugs and not based on constructed gangs of thugs. My relative who introduced me to the TV show Ted Lasso couldn't understand my resistance to its, certainly, good writing and acting and other charms. American football coaches are vampires and cannibals, their careers fed on the flesh and blood and brains of the players who get sucked into that system of human sacrifice when they're far too young to know better. And they are full-blown worshipers of Mammon, their real motivation in doing it. No really good person would do what they do. Not if they thought about even the first casualty of their coaching career. The first concussion a player got, the first life threatening situation their players got into. The cost of doing that business, paid by young idiots too young and stupid to know better. That's only the start of why I hate it.
The cloying image of a sports coach was one of the things that pissed me off the most about American pop-culture. Especially in Ted Lasso that it was a football coach hired to coach a soccer team, if it had been even a somewhat less corrupt sports system they'd used, I might have been more inclined to buy it. When my brother told me that Mitt Romney and Krysten Sinema dressed up like the two lead characters in the show, it killed off the rest of the charms of it for me. Anything those two like is worth resisting. I did like the jillionaire ex-husband hating stuff the best about it.
The cloyingly sentimental image of American football coaches has always hit me as one of the biggest con-jobs in the totally phony con-job of commercial pop culture. The smiley-face mask put on one of the most cynical of rackets should set off peoples bull-shit meters but, of course, in the way of coercion that is commercial pop culture, you're not allowed to point out the connections between the lie and the truth of it. So let me do it. Or, rather, let Axios do it.
In the span of two days, the head coaches of two of the biggest college football programs in America have jumped ship, wooed by even greater challenges — and the almighty dollar.
Driving the news: Lincoln Riley is ditching Oklahoma for USC in a deal reportedly worth $110 million. LSU poached Brian Kelly from Notre Dame with a reported 10-year, $100 million contract.
USC is reportedly buying Riley a $6 million home in Los Angeles and giving him 24/7 access to a private jet.
Kelly broke up with Notre Dame via text Monday night — a week after saying he'd never leave South Bend.
Why it matters: The college football coaching carousel has always been a theater of the absurd, from flight trackers to mysterious boosters. But there has never been a 24 hours like this one.
Successful coaches at powerhouses have traditionally stayed put, "lording over fiefdoms until they lost their winning magic or were undone by age or scandal," writes Yahoo Sports' Dan Wetzel. "Bear. Woody. Bo. JoePa. And so on and so on. Those guys never left."
"That was a quaint era. This is something different, a relentless race to the perceived top where even the bluest of blue-blood programs can get poached in the flash of a new contract [and] the churn of who is going where overshadows the actual games."
That the Notre Dame is part of that and in it as far as it is is one of the most revolting hypocrisies in mainstream American Catholic culture, that its graduates are so morally bankrupt that their support for the university depends on its participation in this cult of both Moloch and Mammon is enough to convict it on its total failure in the moral education of its students. And it is far from the only allegedly Christian educational institutions that is true of. There is probably a list of Catholic prep-schools, colleges and universities that would include most if not almost every one of them in this moral atrocity. By their fruits you will know them.
Ya know, schmucko, I’m not remotely a fan of pro football for a zillion reasons, but the fact that you could post the above, let alone badly write it, is conclusive proof that you’re a classic example of a Puritan shithead…somebody obsessed with the idea that somebody, somewhere, is having fun.
ReplyDeleteSo, how did you get concussed to the extent you are? Admit it, Simps, it's the bulging spandex knickers, isn't it. What attracts you to that bodice ripper you're such a huge fanboy of.
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