Don’t break up with the NFL
Dear NFL Fan, I got your break up letter today (”Breaking up with the NFL,” Sept. 26). I completely understand your feelings. Back when we fell in love it was all fun and games. We laughed. We cried. Our time together each Sunday (remember when it was only Sundays?) was an escape from the realities of the real world.
But you’re right. I have changed. You love the big hits, and I loved giving them to you. But I can’t hide from the fact that some of things you love are killing my children. Don’t get me wrong, I need you and the rest of the fans to live. Without you, I’ll disappear. But I have to find some way to protect my children, even if that makes you angry and turns you away.
I know you also hate the tantrums my children are having lately. You think it is disrespectful, and perhaps you are right. But I can’t make them stop, and I won’t turn them away just to please you. They have a right to speak their minds even when we don’t like it. Should they express themselves some other way and at some other time? Maybe. But Sundays are when you are paying attention to them. If they only spoke their minds on Tuesdays away from our home, would you listen to them?
So again you’re right, I have changed. Times change and I am changing with them whether you like it or not. If that means we need a divorce, so be it. But can’t we try to make it work between us first? It will mean some compromise, but aren’t I worth that to you ?
We can still have fun. Exciting games. Laughs. Tears. But can we tone the violence down a little? Can we try to protect our children so they can have happy lives when the games are over? Can we give our children some space to let us know how they feel and when they are hurting even when we don’t like it?
I’ll try to make this work if you do.