On "paying" the players -
Things are always changing. Generations come and generations go. The new generations are typically more adaptable than the older generations. jmo
I thought free agency in the pros was the worst thing ever when it came along. Whatever happened to loyalty? For me it took something I valued away from the game. I’ve always been a fan of players, whether college or pros. When the pro players started moving around from team to team for better paychecks I mostly decided to throw in the towel on the pros. I haven’t been to an NFL game I don’t think since Joe Montana’s 49ers last played in Atlanta. There’s not a single game that I’m interested in watching. I don’t even care for the super bowl. Everything is about money. The players, the NFL, the media, everybody is making more money than ever. They don’t miss me at all.
I was a big fan of the NBA and I spent money, went to games, etc. but I was a fan of the teams because of the players they had. Once players started deserting my team(s) pretty much just because they could make more money elsewhere I quit supporting them and quit going and quit watching. It didn’t hurt them at all and I don’t miss them one bit. I miss the old days. I thought those were the best times.
I haven’t been to watch the Braves play since the mid-90’s and I had been going to Braves’ games since the early 70’s. Dad and I were there the night Hank Aaron hit #715.
It’s not that I hate pro sports; it’s just that I’m not interested anymore. If it came to it I’d still take guests to a game just to entertain them but I’m not interested in investing any real time, money, or emotion into “loyalty” toward one team or another, not anymore. Things have changed, at least from my perspective, and I’m not interested in adapting. Obviously, I’m in the minority.
Doug Dickey was my first coach but I never trusted the guy. I mean he was from Florida. What the hell are we doing with a guy from Florida running our football program. I was just a kid but I wasn’t stupid. Sure enough the day came where Coach Dickey ups and leaves and guess where he goes. Frickin’ Florida. See I told ya. Now, many years later, I don’t really have any hard feelings about Dickey. I think in the end the way things turned out he was more Tennessee than he was Florida so I don’t hold any grudge.
I’ve said all that just to say this. I don’t give a damn what they do to the game they’re not separating me from my love of Tennessee football. I’ll frickin’ adapt. A body’s got to hold on to something in this crazy mixed up world. I mean they could hire another guy from Alabama to coach our team and I’m still going to be there week in and week out. They’re not going to win this time. To my dying day I’m a Tennessee Volunteer. jmo.