If anything, there should be a movement to commend people like Marshawn Lynch, not detract from his reluctance to abide by the media's thirst for controversy. Our nation has enough self-absorbed athletes and celebrities, do we need more?
Evan as a Pats fan who is no fan of Pete Carroll and the Seattle Seahawks, I'm sick of hearing the phrase "the worst decision in NFL history." I don't think the media has a clue to what actually took place on that fateful play on the goal line at the end of the Super Bowl.
Domestic violence is a pervasive, complicated public health issue that requires an equally pervasive and multi-layered response.
While we know the level of buzz Super Bowl spots receive, many nonprofit organizations will tell you at the end of the day, cash is king. Awareness without action is an age-old problem for those on the frontlines helping people in dire need of support.
In Sunday's Super Bowl, Seahawks Head Coach Pete Carroll completely underestimated the New England Patriots. After all, his team just needed to advance the ball only one yard and it seemed that the Vince Lombardi Trophy was coming back to Seattle.
I do not usually go to the Super Bowl game in person. But when I heard a few days before the game that Super Bowl tickets were going for $8,000 due to ticket broker overselling, I began to wonder. At that price, it must really be worth it!
A recent online domestic violence ad promoted by women's advocacy group, Ultraviolet, features a woman on a football field being tackled by a player.
If none of this is working for you, continue nodding and being polite, offering all the uptight, nervous pacing men (and other guests who come in late) your spot on the sofa. Do this until every seat in the house is taken and you have to sit on the toilet in the bathroom. Bring guacamole.
My partner Randy died of ALS nearly a year ago. His fight was a long one -- nine years. We moved to Boston from New York City in 2008 and soon thereafter Randy became a Patriots fan.
Calling it inexplicable would be kind. Calling it the worst decision in Super Bowl history would about fit.
I should start by saying I'm not a football fan. It's only fair to say that first. So don't fill the comments with that observation; I'm owning that fact up front. However, I'm a homie fan -- I love where I live, and I love local pride.
I revere football because it provides an opportunity in pop culture to wrestle with the complexity of identity. It is often through football, for instance, that TV's Glee confronts gender, sexuality, and marginality.
When you sit down to enjoy the Super Bowl, enjoy a healthy side of irony with your wings. In much of Europe, soccer embraces a rapacious form of capitalism that would make Mitt Romney blush, whereas in the U.S., the NFL eschews the blue and white heat of high finance for a philosophy that is tinged with more than a touch of red.
I'm not sure when females liking football became some rare disease that afflicts only remote sections of our population, but I've actually lost count of how many men, and yes women, are mystified by me. I'm talking about my sincere love for the game of football.
That's the power of what ifs -- their capacity to create never-ending questions. Never-ending questions can rob you of a sense of closure and, robbed of closure, people find it difficult to move on.
The muck in question isn't even Democratic muck. It's purely conservative and Republican mudslinging, at a person who used to be put on a pretty tall pedestal in Republicanland: Sarah Palin.