As the NFL lockout drags on, reports say that season-ticket sales may or may not be suffering as a result of the ongoing strife that threatens the most cherished portion of the American sports calendar—pro football season.
Whether those ticket sales are in fact a little ahead or behind their usual pace, for most NFL fans, one thing is clear: While we may be mad as hell about the labor battle, we have every intention of taking it some more.
We’re gobbling up news about player-organized workouts with the same voracity we usually devour reports from team-organized mini camps. We’re waiting on the edge of our seat for Plaxico Burress to walk out of jail, then breathlessly speculating that his Phillies ball cap may be an indication of his free-agent destination (anybody else think he likes the hat because his name starts with the letter P?).
We just love NFL football too much. The action is just too exciting and intense, the game-day camaraderie of beers and BBQs with friends too fun, for us to turn our backs on.
NFL, we just can’t quit you.
But the lockout is just the latest in a list of abuses—all motivated by short-sighted greed—the mighty League has levied upon its fans. Will the piper one day be paid? Will fans one day decide the league’s transgressions are too much?
Could we see the day the NFL falls from its seemingly impregnable perch as the most popular sport in the U.S.?
I believe the answer is yes—not soon, but someday, the NFL will pay for these, its seven deadly sins.