Sorry, I do. I hate it. It’s boring to watch, and I don’t get why so many people willingly submit themselves to doing so. I don’t care about the playoffs, and I’m tired of listening everyone blather on about them. I want the finals to be over and for my regularly scheduled programs to come back to me. (Man, I was kind of grumpy during March Madness.) I don’t understand the celebrity attached to basketball players. I’m not interested in the slightest about basketball wives and their overplayed drama, and I’m neither surprised nor offended by the affairs of players and scandalous behavior that is often displayed by the coaches.
I feel the same way about other sports. Football. Hockey. Soccer. Pretty much everything that’s not baseball, honestly. And even as much as I love to watch even a minor league game of baseball (at the field is absolutely better, but I’ll gladly watch a game on TV if I can’t be there), I’m not going to spend extra time following details of every player and steeping myself in the off-the-field lives of athletes. I just don’t feel compelled to do that.
Who. Cares? I don’t, that’s for sure.
And if you do care, — if you adore celebrity athletes and know every detail — why in the heck are you allowing these people to be celebrities? Why give them status as role models for yourself and your kids? At what point is it just not enough to make every free-throw or nail shots “from downtown?” When do role models have to step up and be . . . model citizens? I mean, that’s the point, right? I mean, I liked Chad Ochocinco. I enjoyed watching his ridiculous dating reality show, and I liked him on Dancing With the Stars, but I didn’t have any problem kicking him to the curb after the domestic violence issue came up. It wasn’t even a question: The man is funny and entertaining . . . and . . . he’s a jerk, so I’m glad I never actually bought that box of honey nut OchoCincos.
I never liked Michael Vick, but I was really disappointed when the Eagles signed him onto the team after he was implicated in a dog fighting ring. He went to PRISON. What does it mean when the NFL bans you indefinitely for breaking the rules and the law? Well, apparently, not much. After you pit a couple of dogs against each other for sport and spend time in jail, your sins can be washed away at the line of scrimmage. How sweet is that? I picked the wrong career! I didn’t go to jail, and I’m indefinitely suspended from rejoining the armed forces because I broke the rules and the law. Maybe if I had a better batting average, they’d let me back in!
I know, as many people do, random tidbits of information about actors I like or musicians I favor, but I don’t spend my time glued to TMZ looking for a secret glimpse into the lives of celebrities. I don’t give anyone power in my life as a role model unless they’ve truly deserved the right to such a spot: My role models include people you’ve never heard of and those you definitely have. There are good people that are athletes; there are good people who are actors, and there are good people who are artists. However, simply BEING a celebrity is not enough to garner my respect, and I’m not feeling particularly apologetic about my stance.
Here’s a video of a guy being a role model. Would his message be any less poignant if he hadn’t been Captain Jean-Luc Picard?