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It is evident—if it wasn't before the second domestic assault video involving Ray Rice and his then-fiancee Janay Palmer surfaced this week on TMZ—that Roger Goodell is in over his head as commissioner of the National Football League.

He is, simply put, a bad commissioner.

And yet no matter how many of us think his job should be on the line after this latest debacle, it's short-sighted to think Goodell's tenure as the face behind the Shield is coming to an end anytime soon.

Wanting Goodell gone and getting him gone are two very different things.

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The National Football League, as an organization, trades in violence.

No matter how many rules the league puts into place to curtail injuries and prolong the careers—and lives—of its players, the NFL finds some other ways to justify the use of violence as a means to promote its product.

There's a reason for that. Big hits still make all the highlight shows, even with the growing realization that each crushing blow is doing irreparable damage to both the player getting hit and the one doing the hitting. The NFL athlete is unlike any other in professional sports—a professional gladiator through and through. And the league is banking on that…quite literally.

That's why situations like what happened this week at a joint practice between the Dallas Cowboys and Oakland Raiders is met with raucous cheers from the fans in attendance. Two teams duking it out on the field after a huge hit knocked one player to the turf, all right in front of the fans? That's NFL manna. That's why the fans show up to preseason sessions in the summer. That's what it's all about.

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After a long summer of virtually no soccer worth talking about at all, it's officially Premier League season! Soccer is back in America! "Tim-may How-ward! (Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!)"

Wait, I feel like I'm forgetting something.

The World Cup, as it does in this country every four years, managed to once again turn general sports fans into soccer supporters, and casual soccer viewers—they'll put a game on every other Saturday morning just to see what all the fuss is about—into ardent footy fans.

Only, there's something a bit different about the post-World Cup buzz this year. It feels like this time—with the prevalence of the sport on American television across close to 10 different networks—a lot of those World Cup fans are heading into the fall looking for more.

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Tom Watson had to be watching the final round of the 2014 PGA Championship with a wry smile on his face and a sinking feeling in his heart.

The U.S. Ryder Cup captain witnessed the best player on the planet—for the first time since the late 1990s, decidedly not an American—win his third consecutive tournament this season, including two major championships, while a host of top American players could do little down the back nine but hang on and hope for a mistake that never came.

Rory McIlroy is now fully formed—David Feherty called him a "baby-faced assassin" during his back-nine 32 on Sunday—winning the final two majors of the year, lapping the field at the British and coming back from a slow start, by his standards, to pass an all-star collection of golfers at the PGA on Sunday.

For a while on Sunday it looked like McIlroy was indeed human, losing his advantage over the field early in his final round—his three-stroke lead over runner-up Phil Mickelson had long since disappeared by the turn—before putting on the kind of all-world display we've now grown accustomed to seeing from the kid. It was great drama, even if it did leave Watson and the Americans with a lingering belief that McIlroy—and with him the Europeans—seem entirely unbeatable this year.

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On Wednesday night, in front of a packed house in Portland, Oregon, and a television audience around the globe, Landon Donovan netted the game-winning goal to lead MLS All-Stars over one of his former clubs, Bayern Munich.

One day later, Donovan officially announced his retirement from professional soccer, effective at the end of this MLS season.

It's a heck of a way to go out.

Donovan officially announced his retirement on his Facebook page Thursday afternoon. In part:

It's hard to put into words exactly what Donovan has meant to soccer in this country. He is without question the best American man ever to wear the red, white and blue on a soccer field, and his play for the U.S. national team helped usher in a new generation of talent that, ironically, made his inclusion in this year's World Cup unnecessary.

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As the marquee event for Major League Soccer, the 2014 All-Star Game, finally arrives (9:30 p.m. ET, ESPN2), everything has lined up perfectly for the American soccer league.

A deep roster of U.S. Soccer talent teaming up with notable stars from around the world to play against the best club side on the planet in Bayern Munich, with their own set of world-renowned stars fresh off Germany's victory in the 2014 World Cup in Brazil.

It should be the league's greatest night. And yet the concern has to be: What if it's not?

Before we delve into the negative, let's look at all the positives. The MLS roster is stacked with known quantities, and not just MLS standouts who may only be household names to those who habitually watch the American soccer league, but bona fide stars in this country after the performance of the U.S. national team in Brazil this summer.

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Jon Bon Jovi has become the face of an ownership group out of Toronto that hopes to buy the Buffalo Bills, and while the city of Buffalo hopes to Never Say Goodbye to its NFL franchise, fans—and influential local support groups—feel they're about to Get Ready for the team to be One Step Closer to a Whole Lot Of Leavin'.

(Yes, these links are all to Bon Jovi songs. No, I'm not going right to Livin' on a Prayer. I'm from New Jersey—that'd be way too easy.)

The backlash toward Bon Jovi's group has been so vociferous that even former players, including Hall of Famer Andre Reed, have come out against the bid, hoping the team doesn't become a, well, Runaway.

Bon Jovi's letter did little for Bills fans to Keep the Faith, as they ostensibly told the rock icon, "Don't Lie To Me." From The Buffalo News:

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Now that was a trade deadline.

When Jon Lester and Yoenis Cespedes both get traded for each other, with Jonny Gomes and a sack of cash making the trip out west as well—and that deal isn't even the biggest blockbuster of the day—it's safe to say the 2014 MLB trade deadline was one to remember.

It seemed evident for some time that Lester was going to be dealt, and it was clear Billy Beane was going to try to make the team with the best record in baseball even better, but shipping out Cespedes made the deal for the former Boston ace that much bigger news.

And still, not only was the Lester-Cespedes deal not the biggest trade of the day, it wasn't even the biggest trade of the day that featured a lefty starter. It wasn't even the biggest trade of the day that featured a lefty starter from the American League East.

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Roger Goodell needs a win. Perhaps the commissioner of the most powerful sports monopoly this side of the Atlantic can stand outside his Park Avenue, Manhattan office for a few hours and help little old ladies cross the street.

For a league that can seemingly do no wrong in terms of fan interest and popularity in America, the NFL can't seem to do much right in terms of relating to those fans.

The only public relations spin the NFL seems to have is, "Hey, look—football," and hope the fans of the game—and the media covering it—get stuck two-deep, if you will, inside the machinations of an actual game day so that it's impossible to remember how horribly this offseason has gone.

The logic is so simple, it usually works.

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It was five o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday in July, so I did what millions of Americans do when they roll out of bed in the summer—I went searching for a football fix.

Before the coffee had even started brewing, the search engine was churning to find the latest NFL news and notes. In hopes of a little home cookin', I jumped over to NFL.com to see what was on the fire.

This has to be some kind of joke, right? Training camp starts this week. This week! This can't be all there is to talk about in the NFL right now.

Roger Goodell has to be behind this. He's been too damn quiet about his 18-game regular season this year, planting the seed deeper and deeper into our football consciousness until the idea sprouts organically, like we, as a collective fanbase, somehow thought of it ourselves.