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I’ve been looking forward to this moment for months. I wake up today like a kid on Christmas morning, scarcely able to believe that the glorious day had finally arrived: The beginning of the college football season. This most wonderful of seasons officially begins, as every American knows, when The Ohio State Buckeyes first take the field. And all our troubles melt away, at least for a few hours, on Saturday afternoon.
I knew that this year’s holiday would be somewhat marred by the recent scandal involving Ohio State’s coach, Urban Meyer. One of his assistant coaches was accused of domestic abuse by his wife and Urban did not fire him until the day after the court ordered a restraining order. This is difficult because if he would have fired him before the court finding, based on hearsay, the assistant coach would have sued and probably won. But this scandal is beautiful for the media and other leftists. Meyer, like most high-level coaches, speaks openly of meritocracy on his team, and thus is widely suspected of being a closet conservative, although to my knowledge such vicious rumors have thus far remained unsubstantiated. Also, domestic abuse is still trendy in the #metoo era, especially as it relates to … eww … football. So this is the story that will not die. It’s a leftist’s dream.
Anyway, at noon I go out on the patio to turn on the TV, and tune to the only channel that has any reason to broadcast at this moment. The “football announcers” start the coverage of this exciting event by looking sad and talking about “the scandal.” While no one is specific about what exactly Urban did wrong, or what he might have done differently, they find ten different ways to say that “this matter was handled poorly by Ohio State.” I quietly wonder if this broadcast would have been possible if the network used the same criteria for hiring and firing amongst its own employees that it ostensibly recommends for football coaches. Eh, no matter, I suppose.
I anticipated this broadcast, so I watched this just long enough to confirm my suspicions, and then went to go get a beer and a cigar. Virtue signaling can take a while, so I took my time. I eventually wander back out, and they’re still talking about it. (When I finished typing this, in the middle of the 2nd quarter, they were still talking about it.)
I used to think that sports journalists and broadcasters simply had no idea who their audience was. I’m not sure if that’s true or not, but I’ve come to the understanding that they just don’t care. How many football fans were tuning in today in hoping for the 1,000th update on the assistant coach’s marital problems? Anybody? Heck no. We are tuning into a football game to watch football. To escape this stuff. We just want to watch some football. Please.
But no. The “sports announcer’s” job is to indoctrinate his audience. The football is an afterthought, to the powers that be. It may be partly that all sports journalists started their careers hoping to be the next Walter Cronkite, and jump at the chance to discuss something of true societal importance, rather than merely sports. But I also think that if this announcer doesn’t start with leftist talking points, he will be unemployed by tomorrow afternoon.
Sports used to be an escape from politics. Republicans and Democrats, at the water cooler, at least could talk about sports. The left has infiltrated even this neutral ground as well, probably because they recognize the impact of sports on our society. The loss of common interests and a neutral space to enjoy one another’s company – this is a big loss.
The left poisons everything it touches. Even football.
Note: While I was typing this on my laptop with the game on in the background, the local station had some technical difficulties and the sound went off. I can still see the game, but I can’t hear anything.
The next time an atheist tries to tell me that God doesn’t exist, I intend to use this miraculous event to testify to the all-powerful wisdom of my living God, and the compassion he has for his flock. Hallelujah!