Believe me I have tried to be. The sports junkie in me has never been able to adopt the hard knocks, driven tackles and obnoxious coaches.
The dangerous game of football has nothing on Russell Crowe. “The Gladiator” may have experienced concussions, broken bones and even death, but football is right behind it. At least the pros make enough money to put their bodies back together once they turn 40 and can’t move.
Questionable behaving fans screaming from the sidelines like life depended on the next touchdown.
Cheerleaders throwing each other around, swinging pom-poms and shouting,
“Let’s go! Let’s Go!”(Go where?)
Besides the fact I live on the east side of two of the most competitive college teams in history is a threat to my intelligence. These seemingly two menageries have been fighting each other on the field for decades. Yes, that is what I said. Menageries as if the teams are on exhibition for exotic actions in the end zone.
Add to these two is our Pastor’s team and you have the Gamecock Tigers fighting the Florida Gators. He is hard pressed not to keep his team out of a sermon.
And if the battle isn’t bad enough on the field, the fans are tailgating, chicken eating, and beer drinking buddies who make “the game” a conversation piece run wild.
Not that I was ever a NC State or North Carolina fan somehow my allegiance is there only because it is my home state.
But betraying that non-allegiance is not something I can bring myself to do. I must admit the two NC teams are just as bad as the SC teams when it comes right down to their field of football dreams and loyalty.
The local TV stations are all about football. Not only is the coverage spread across the state from August to December, you read about it on billboards, in newspapers and observe the collegiate flags flying around neighborhoods.
Our society’s culture is a picture of sports. We live it. Breathe it. And love it. The national past time of sports is big business.
Football and the American obsession with it is an example of where our priorities are. It is one of many sports keeping our attention. It may not be sports; it could be any one of many diversions from life.
Whatever the compulsion or fascination we are swayed by such neurosis as an escape, stress reliever or entertainment beyond infatuation; we are simply making a King that cannot save us.
Life needs balance; and priorities should be in order of importance.
Especially during football season.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 “There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven.”