Last week, I got an interesting text message from a friend of mine.
“What would it take for you to boycott the NFL?”
It was a good question. I thought about it for a while and texted back.
“I guess turning a continued blind eye. But they don’t have that option.”
I thought about it some more and continued to think about it as new allegations of violence unfolded against another player, this time involving a child.
Was I wrong? Was I part of the problem? Was I enabling the bad behavior of the sport I love?
It’s now Sunday. And I’m watching football. Just like I do every Sunday.
I’m not boycotting the National Football League. Because I love football. Football is a big part of my life. Football is a big part of me. For the same reason that many women choose to stay in relationships, I’m choosing to continue my relationship with the NFL…simply because I have too much invested in it. And I care too much to walk away.
The NFL is not just another sport. It’s our sport. America’s sport. America’s game.
And it’s not just about the game. It’s about the players. It’s about the fans. It’s about the kids. It’s about bringing us together. Football crosses the barriers of age, sex, and race. So many things in life tear us apart, but football brings us together.
After a certain age, not many things give you goosebumps. Football still gives me goosebumps.
The NFL is at a crossroads. It has tough decisions to make. But it doesn’t have to do it alone. The owners carry part of the burden. As do the players. And the fans.
Together we make football.
And together we can change it.
And that’s why I stayed.