duke
2017-10-11 22:01:55 UTC
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
