In sports, we all love the "old days." Especially the ones that are a part of our childhood. They are not only memories, but feelings. The feelings make the memory that much larger than life. Sports is one of the only places where that can happen.
I may not be a big fan of Johnny Manziel on the field, but I am cheering for everything he is going through right now off the field.
It's still possible that in the not-too-distant future, football will head over the cliff and begin its slow descent. Like empires and powerful civilizations, no industry or professional sport is immune from the vagaries of excess and overreach.
Two NFL rookies dominated sports news last week. On Sunday, New England Patriot Malcom Butler intercepted Russell Wilson's pass and helped deliver the Super Bowl to his team.
One of the most successful sectors in American society bases its business model on the principles of redistribution from rich to poor, fair competition, and explicit regulation of personal and business conduct. That, of course, is the National Football League (NFL).
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?
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.
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.
Calling it inexplicable would be kind. Calling it the worst decision in Super Bowl history would about fit.
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.
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.
As another Super Bowl comes and goes, this time amidst a clamor over deflated footballs, I have to say I am happy to be living and working in a major metropolitan area that is still, for the moment, an NFL-Free Zone.
What if football were more like modern medicine? Perhaps the only way to advance down the field would be to renounce all progress to date and start again each time at the 20-yard line. You never get to build on your prior gains. That seems a dubious game to me.