Time Is Ripe for Fans to Send a Message to the NFL

Uden FranklinContributor IJune 7, 2011

NEW YORK, NY - APRIL 28:  New York Jets fans Peter Merante Sr. and his son Peter Jr. hold up a sign which reads 'Let them play!' on the street outside the venue prior to the 2011 NFL Draft at Radio City Music Hall on April 28, 2011 in New York City.  (Photo by Chris Trotman/Getty Images)
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The NFL has recently announced that it is planning for an eight-game season if negotiations with the union don't pan out soon.

Big deal...

I don't know who is to blame for this mess, nor do I really care.  

All I can tell you is that it's not the fans. 

Sure, Fantasy Football will have to be on hold for a year...but it is time I get some work done in the fall, catch up, smell the dead decaying leaves drenched by a summer sun waving goodbye and chased by a fall breeze that has winter on its mind.  

Maybe I will chase a leaf or two and finally get in shape during the football season. Maybe I will get into European Soccer or the new Lingeray team (spelled wrong in case my wife sees this) coached by former Packer Gilbert Brown. 

Do I blame the players? Yes.

Do I blame the owners? Of course—have you seen these guys?—they are worse and more irrational than the Senator and Representative has-beens on C-Span.  

Do I blame the commissioner? A good commish wouldn't have allowed this to happen in these times. Seriously, I would can his rump and replace it with the guy who navigated his airplane in the Hudson, or maybe even Jeff Probst from Survivor. 

Do I blame the networks? Yeah, maybe they should be at mediations, mitigations, negotiations, fascinations, court, appeals, or whatever is not happening daily with making progress towards a season.

As they say in L.A., who needs to be trapped indoors watching football when you can have California Sunshine on a Sunday afternoon?

If we took and divided weekends into quarters—just like football—we would figure out that a "quarter" to a "half" of the weekend is occupied by the NFL. That is a quarter, or half, of the time I could spend with my kid taking him fishing, to a museum (studies just proved that this, not watching the NFL, could save men's lives so why not), or chasing leaves. 

World War I started over a bunch of spoiled rich nobles deciding to declare war on their relatives. The average Joe, Pierre, William, and Fredrick fought the wars for them—and paid the price. The NFL, players and owners, remind me of the Allies and Axis in World War I. Fighting over a few more dollars and the average Joe's, Seth's, Bill's, and King's (as in King Kaufman) pay the price.

Of course, I can't imagine what a delay in the NFL season means to companies like Bleacher Report and I will apologize ahead of time, but...

Now is the time for the fans to send the NFL, players, owners and the Comish a message.  

Fix the problem by June 15 or we will end the season for you.  

This is my call to boycott the NFL if the spoiled babies can't fix the problem. In politics, I never vote for a millionaire. Why let the rich, wealthy, and spoiled tell us what they will and will not do.  

The NFL is the fans game. The time is ripe for fans to send a message to the NFL. Kiss and make-up by June 15th, or we'll end the season for you.