It’s actually borderline sick how much I love football. Not just watching on tv, and cheering for a team, but the real football. The boys on the field. Colder and colder fall weather. The pads cracking. Coaches yelling “low man wins!” Tearing up the turf “stay on your blocks!” The perfect form tackle. The guards pulling perfectly and freight training a hole for the backs. The primal yell of a defensive tackle that blew up his blocker and mauled the running back for a loss. The absolutely perfect ball hitting the wide receiver in stride. The coach slapping the gunner on the shoulder pads for fighting through 2 guys and making the play. The power back who keeps his legs moving and grinds out 2 extra yards. The pain of a stinger that makes your arm numb but you stay in anyway. Raw grinding. Maniacal, yet controlled rage. A shadow of true bloodlust. High strategy and tactics all boiled down to men and boys, their athleticism, will, wits and capacity for violence. It’s the most beautiful game. It’s the most soulful game men play. The most honest
As an American I care more about Jaxson Dart’s knee than I care about the territorial sovereignty of Lithuania or whatever other fake country is the topic of the day. So would George Washington.
Football is right wing coded. Even if the NFL sucked dick for DEI or whatever. It doesn’t change what football IS. Purely meritocratic blend of highly intelligent strategy and controlled violence. Real war simulation.