football ain't what it used to be
fiction
edward w pritchard
Football ain't what it used to be now that professional football is played by three hundred pound men crashing about in hang gliders three hundred feet over local Nesbitt Lake and North and south up and down the shallow Ohio canal.
Rather than a game professional football has become an orchestrated spectacle of violence for the entertainment of the voyeuristic studio audiences performed en air by pampered millionaires for purpose of selling sad male viewers beer and automobiles each Sunday afternoon and Monday and Thursday night during the Fall season.
Football these days now being performed in hang gliders doesn't bother me; it's just the evolution of sports brought about by technology and changing times here in America.
What I want to know is where will the Teams find Girls and gals with appropriate attitudes and philosophies to serve as Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders now that all the pretty girls have went off to four years of college to properly prepare for a career before settling down to home and family?
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