
Kugler and Stull Do the Right Thing As They Leave. Now What?

When other players began joining him in kneeling during the National Anthem, they were saying that they were willing to join him in what he was saying. That simple. But, it also added the idea of solidarity. Here is why that is important. It allowed players to say that there agreement with the first two things might be less than as committed as his, but they were with him in raising the whole discussion. This is perhaps the most critical part of the progression of the current situation. It allowed them to move the situation from being in solidarity with a Police hating America hating, disrespectful Kaepernick to joining the whole Freedom of Expression movement by the left that physically attacks anyone who dares to speak out against them.
The majority of football watching Americans, I believe tend to lean toward rejection of hating police, belief that police are hunting black men, the Black Lives Matters narrative they believe was based on a police officer defending his life and not an innocent black man being murdered. I also believe most Americans reject the Antifa and the rest of the Left’s attempt to silence others in a ridiculous claim of defending Freedom of Speech, and using the right to peaceful protest to organize physical attacks on fellow Americans.
When, the football players chose to dishonor their country in England, the statement was huge, and most patriotic Americans had had enough. That was over the line. The NFL knew the shit was going to hit the fan, but I think even they may have been jolted by the amount of distaste Americans had with more than the players. The owners of the businesses called teams had thrown in with the Kaepernicks. By evening, America’s Team, the Dallas Cowboys had made it clear that they would all stand for the National Anthem. America waited, tuned in to see if there would be a team that didn’t throw in with the America Hating Kaepernicks. The Cowboys came out, linked arms together and led by their owner, Jerry Jones, he joined the Kaepernicks and they all in unison took a knee. But, they tried to hide it by standing back up for the Anthem and the giant flag. Then they asked the people in the stands to join them in a show of unity. Trouble is, the standing straight, with hand over heart is American’s way of showing unity, not linking arms in unity with the Kaepernicks. It was not only wrong, but it counted on the people being stupid. It counted on the fans, fellow Americans to know even notice that they had joined in the Kaepernick movement. Bad move, compounded by a really insulting move towards their customers.
It is easy to understand why the NFL, the players and coaches, and the owners, have united, but it is a stick in the eye of their own customers. At least half. Well, they have decided they can live off of the business they get from those willing to continue doing business with them. They have every right to do so. It may work out well for them. It may be a brilliant move. Time will tell.
But, here is the thing. Our country has become more divided than I have seen it since the 1960’s and even then Americans still believed in America and disagreed about what America was doing. Now, the entire institution is being attacked as being illegitimate. It must be torn down to the ground. rebuilt on the backs of whites this time, for some “social justice”. Naturally, for many Americans, proud of their country even though it has never been perfect, not those who turn their pride on and off depending who is president, that doesn’t sit well.
That is a really, really sticky situation. Unlike most businesses, NFL owners and teams, ergo players and coaches, are financially subsidized by the tax payers and voters. Stadiums are built and paid for by taxpayers and the keys are handed over to the owners to make money while the taxpayers pay all of the bills. It is supposed to be because of the revenue the games bring in. Cut that in half and there are quite a few teams that will be allowed to go somewhere else. But, the bidding will drop.
I waited until this morning to write this to see if anything had changed over the past week. It didn’t. They did it again, in England, and most of the players have chosen the chicken shit cowards way of standing, with arms linked in solidarity with the Kaepernicks, rather than putting their hands over their hearts as they should and would in their respect and honor for their country outweighed their allegiance to their team. It comes down to a choice between being on the American team or the Kaepernick team. Sunday’s will be great days to go fishing and getting things done around the house.
Hope is an amazing thing. It finds a way to exist where it would seem impossible. It hangs in when it shouldn’t. In the blackness of the blackest night, the light of hope appears out of nowhere. For those looking for the way out of the darkness, it can be the light that shows the way, it can just be knowledge that there is more than just the darkness, and perhaps most often, it can be just a flicker. It can tease those using it to show the way. It can leave those that know there is more than darkness wondering, maddeningly why it seems it is so elusive and uncontrollable. And when it seems to have faded, and darkness seems complete, it appears.
Hope, when it comes to a fan of a team that is in the Top Ten losing teams, is a vicious tormentor. Like a cat chasing a laser light dot in the hands of a sadistic dog, we are in our chase for success always, forever frustrated. We chase so hard and with such abandonment of our own self-awareness in our surroundings that we lose control and wear down from exhaustion. Closed eyes bring dreams of success, and when we awake, the cycle begins once again. Like Groundhog Day, fans are on a continuous loop. Eyes open and brings the light of hope. The events that follow are repeated again as the have for what seems like forever, and with the end of the day, the light of hope gives way to the darkness of night.
This morning, having my first cup of coffee, I decided to look at the betting odds to see if the change in UTEP’s Offensive Coordinator had had any affect on the odds. I don’t know if it has or not. It has changed in that UTEP is now one point more of an underdog than they were before the announced change. Kugler’s statement that the team would return to the running game may have made it impossible to tell. However, as I sat there, I found my self thinking, what if the team came out with a fire, and started running and passing, doing whatever they want, for big chunks of yardage! Gawd, I’ve had those thoughts so many times. Gawd damn!, I have those thoughts so many times before! Ridiculous! I mean, good gawd, how many times can a person fall for the same trick?! Fool me once, fool me a hundred times? Shame? Come on, how much further past shame can it get! Fucking hope. I’m sure. Nope, not this time. That hope is like a gorilla stuffed in a trash can and my brain is sitting on the lid. Hope! That’s my new name for the damned gorilla. The thing is, I know that bastard is going to get out again, before the game ends, and night brings darkness and Hope goes back to sleep.
That is one crazy statement, right! I will explain. Last night, I was watching the movie In the Heat of the Night. For those who don’t know the movie the setting is Sparta, Mississippi in the 1960’s. A black police detective from Philadelphia is pulled into the investigation and is entangled in the racial hazards of the segregated South, along with the murder investigation. It was the Best Picture and Rod Steiger, who player the sheriff won the Oscar for Best Actor. Watching the movie that was made in 1967, during a period in which I was witness to rioting going on a few blocks below me from my apartment in the City of Oakland, and knowing what watching that movie was like then and watching it 50 years later and to know what it is like to see it as a reflection on a period so long and yet so short time ago, it made realize that no one has really seen Romeo and Juliet and understood it completely since the time it was written.
It goes back to what my first History professor at UTEP taught me, and what I always tried to instill in my students. It is the recognition that we can not judge the past from the present, as in order to understand what happened you have to know and understand the context in which it happened.
So in order to get a little feeling of what In the Heat of the Night was like seeing in a theater in 1967, even lectures in history of that time could never recreate the same tensions, same exposed nerves, same passions and so on, is impossible to do. The story lines for Romeo and Juliet and In the Heat of the Night are standards and often retold in many variations. But, the only time In the Heat of the Night impacted the audience as it did when Sheriff Gillespie, asks the black detective what they call him up north in Philadelphia, spitting a racial slur? The detective snarls back, ” They call me, Mister Tibbs.”
Knowing that, it is impossible to watch a production of Romeo and Juliet today and have anything close to the same experience the audiences had at Stratford-on-Avon.
Perhaps a little something to keep in mind for a number of reasons.