Little Giants, Remember the Titans, Gridiron Gang, Friday Night Lights, Hard Knocks and Last Chance U. I love every single one of these football driven movies and shows. The list goes on and on but it gets my point across, I love the shit out of football. It’s near religion and family on my list of priorities. My brother and I played in the streets, the backyard, on mama’s couch and in the backseat on the way to church. When we got too tired or too loud, we played Joe Montana Sports Talk Football on SEGA. Football has always been there.
I looked up to Barry, Moss, Deion, Favre, LT (the non-drugs one), Brees and TO. That list didn’t discriminate because I thought football, the NFL in particular, was a dream everyone could have. I thought that on Sundays and Mondays we could be unified in rooting for our team. And then Kap took a knee.
The racism that poured down on he, his teammates and players across the league was not shocking. They love us as long as we run fast, hit hard, win them money and shut the fuck up. My disappointment was in the actions of the owners. We all know how things have played out for Kap, so I won’t rehash that. I’m here to share my hurt from the salt that was poured in that wound today. Look at this shit, fam.
A league that has gained its popularity and prosperity at the expense of so many minority men and women decided that a piece of dyed and stitched cloth was worth more than my right to desire justice. That same league decided that my desire for my son to grow up in a better world is too offensive to the racist and insensitive beneficiaries of this nation’s insistence for injustice.
As a kid, I held those logos, jerseys and helmets in the same regard as I did Superman’s cape. That shield was stronger than Captain America’s. It turns out, I need a bulletproof vest more than I need shoulder pads. Because today, the 32 rich white men in charge of this charade decided that this is Amerikkka.
I still love football. I always will. The sport is dangerous and definitely has its flaws but at the end of the day it’s a game. However, I won’t get to enjoy the game at its highest level because the business prioritized happy hate dollars. You will never hear or see me demanding that players boycott, get yo money, black man. I won’t be pushing for minorities to stop earning athletic scholarships in football. What I will do is keep it real with myself, that little chubby black boy is a black man now. It’s time for me to do something else with my Sundays. I’m out, fam. Hey, big head, @HomeDepot.