Love/Hate: Part I of III
In this age of social media it is common practice to describe criticism, particularly that which flies in the face of one’s own opinions, as “hating”. I must have missed the memo when hating was deemed a synonym for critiquing.
I am not hating! I am criticizing!
That being said let the hating begin, (really it’s more of a love/hate kind of thing) starting with Believeland and The NFL. Press play for more or read the transcript below.
Believeland
I don’t care about Cleveland. Only Clevelanders care about Cleveland but I do like the South Beach bar. What is a “cleve” anyway? I didn’t know so I looked it up. It’s a Swedish chemist. I guess that’s why their lake catches on fire. I don’t care about their hard luck and their missed opportunities and the fact that Art Modell high-tailed it out of that rickety, rat-infested stadium and into the waiting arms of Baltimore.
What I love about Cleveland is that they are in the AFC North. I believe that’s an annual two free spots on the NFL bingo card for the Ravens. So thank you for that Clevelanders.
The NFL
Like you I love the NFL. It’s the greatest game and is the most engaging for fans on multiple levels. The energy it delivers during the fall is unparalleled and I can’t think of a better consolation prize to the end of summer and the doldrums of winter than the National Football League.
What do I hate about the NFL?
Let’s start with the disingenuous commissioner, the larceny in the league’s collective heart (which they have the audacity to rub in the face of fans), their lip service about player safety and the constant tinkering with the rules which leaves unqualified game officials looking dazed and confused.
