I’m one of the few who used to enjoy the Pro Bowl. It was once the very last game of an NFL season. It was a way of bidding a found adieu until the next season.
As a fan I was proud of my team’s nominations. I looked forward to seeing how they might do in the All-Star game in much the same way that I once looked forward to seeing how Brooks or Frank Robinson, or Jim Palmer or Dave McNally might do during MLB’s mid-summer classic.
I also enjoyed seeing players, specifically Ravens players, teaming up with AFC rival players while representing the AFC. For some reason I took solace in the camaraderie; players who regularly got after each other, enjoying the opportunity to be teammates.
Today I no longer bother with the game. The Pro Bowl is a joke. It’s about as interesting as a college basketball game in November. Roger Goodell, a man who fumbles more than Adrian Peterson on a rainy day, thought he could put lipstick on the NFL’s pig and make it more enticing to viewers.
Typical Goodell.
Goodell’s Pro Bowl allows team captains to pick players who are dressed in outrageously hideous uniforms. Players from the same team could be playing against each other in this senseless exhibition. There is no longer a conference pride factor in the game. Players regularly avoid the game, so much so that in order to fill squads they have to invite Tyrod Taylor and Jameis Winston to be all-star quarterbacks.
Let that sink in.
Thanks Roger. Thanks for taking the only decent NFL exhibition game and turn it into a three-ring circus.
How fitting for clowns like you.
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