The Super Bowl is over, and the sports dead period has begun. This is the same period of the year where they slip in all of the award shows for the entertainment industry. I grew up in a sports family. My dad's family was a huge baseball family, still is. My mom's family was football, as my uncle was a quarterback for a high school state championship team and a cousin was all state as a linebacker. I played the normal American three, football-basketball-baseball, all growing up. Baseball was my least favorite. Football was my favorite. I played quarterback. We were the only team that the coach sent in plays using hand signals. I was 12, so this was unique. I never got why my coaches in school wouldn't trust me with signaling in plays when I was doing it at 12. Football is the guy's game. It captures being a man and gives every man an opportunity.
You need to work as a team but also do your specific job well. You need to know how your job fits in with the whole. You build a drive or stop a drive. You need strength, speed, vision, intelligence and stamina in a variety of doses. You need to be aggressive but you can't have a loose cannon. No passing play is successful without an offensive line doing their job. No goalline stand works unless all defensive linemen generate a push. You have a head coach, a father type figure, and plenty of assistants, your uncles. There is an honor to the game. Help up your teammates and even opponents. Even if you did not play in school, backyard football games are guy time.
Football also gives every man a job. Baseball is such a skill sport that if you can't hit, you're done no matter how strong or fast you are. After a certain level, you need to hit a high number on the radar gun to pitch. Basketball is skewed significantly towards height. Fat guys don't usually play long in either baseball or basketball. Hockey involves skating, which makes it the most difficult sport of all the majors. Football allows every man to compete. Fast guys, strong guys, smart guys, agile guys all have a job. A fat friend who doesn't run well can still be a lineman and knock you down. A fast skinny friend afraid of contact can still play wide receiver or defensive back. Strong guys who are just a step slower than your fast friends can still play a variety of positions. Skinny or fat, short or tall, it does not matter. You can always put a game together with as few as 4 guys, and the more the merrier.
I love football. This post is basically a response to the whining on Return of Kings. One writer is in Seattle, so his area is undergoing what Red Sox fans experienced during the boom times of the 2000s with the Pink Hat invasion. The sport becomes a social thing, including a place to be seen. Women will leave the moment the Seahawks start losing again. I'm a season ticket holder, women shout for the big hits and violence just like the guys. My favorite fellow ticket holders are a brother-sister duo that drink a lot, high five and swear just like a duo of guys would. My mom loved football because of her brother and family. She loved watching me play, and she was the one to cry when I couldn't play due to an injury anymore. She still watches NFL games with me and my dad if they visit during NFL season. Is this a horrible feminization of my sports experience? No, but I'm not a sad MGTOW, looking at every negative for validation of my worldview.
Yes, let's whine and bitch about the invasion of women into football. Oh noes! Keep crying guys. Maybe it is time you realized that our modern world is a Matrist society. Yes, more women are fans now of the game, but quit your bitching. An invasion of space where you can't talk about everything? Are you talking about sex while watching football? Christ man, give it a 3 hour rest. Professional football is a business. Right now they are trying to hook the marginal viewer in any way they can, which means silly pink jerseys for women and having September be Hispanic heritage month (seriously). You're still likely to just watch games with the guys. You're still going to just play the annual Thanksgiving pick up game with the guys. You're still just going to have your son be the one lacing up cleats to play. The advertising for No More has been annoying, as has the pink in October for breast cancer, but women will find something new to move onto within a few years. The few that remain will be knowledgeable fans or at least wives who will watch football with you on the couch for a Sunday afternoon. Oh the humanity, a woman who doesn't gripe about your sports fandom.
*Deliberately using men's not man's