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An Open Letter to the NFL Players
“GROW UP AND ACT LIKE MEN”
(Sep. 26, 2017) — 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 pounds and could run 40 yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football, or you could slip down the line and make a tackle with regularity.
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 McDonald’s 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 or some other
minimum wage-jobs that serious students often work. 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 101st Airborne 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 Americans 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 Black Hawk helicopter
with ten other combat-loaded soldiers. You will sleep at the Ritz. He
will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep or live in wooden
makeshift barracks which might be lucky enough to have air
conditioning. 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 and
is still alive.
To the players of the NFL: We are the
people who buy your tickets, watch you on TV, and wear your
jerseys. Some anxiously wait for Sundays so they can cheer for you and
marvel at your athleticism. Although many love to watch you play, they
care little about your opinions until you offend us, our flag and our
country. 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. Many
should be ashamed for putting their admiration of your physical skills
before what is morally right, honorable and good for this nation. 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.
Millionaire spoiled brats deserve neither our respect nor sympathy. Grow
up and act like men instead of puppets of the radical left who hate
America.
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