Or does it mean that I realize there are more important things to celebrate than a bunch of brawny guys falling on top of each other as they try to get a dumb ball across a field?
I don't mean to be a party pooper, but honestly, why is it in any business of anyone what color I wear on game day? You are entitled to your opinions about the (idiocy of the) game, but I will not fall into the trap of considering these men idols or heroes. Let them use their strength to rebuild broken homes. Let them use their wealth for those less fortunate.
I understand the merit of an outlet to relax and wind down, but the level to which we worship these men just nauseates me.
This is my rant. You can hate it all you want (or agree) but that's what I have to say.