The final whistle has blown. Another afternoon of boredom had finished with a game winning field goal in a thrilling 15-12 dog fight

For sixty minutes the product that was the NFL had arm tackled, slid, challenged, reviewed, and penalized their way through another contest that failed to excite

Oh, sure the hard core and somewhat nostalgic fans had dressed up, painted their faces and shouted their lungs out

But in all truthfulness there were harder hits in the beer line at the concession stand between a loudmouth in the opponents jersey and a home team drunken lout

Of course this wasn’t seen on the dreary television broadcast. Viewers only see a guy with an annoying monotone and an ex-jock who talks like he’s taken one too many blows to the head

Not knowing when to shut up and hopefully wowing his viewing audience with football terms like a-gap, mike linebacker, and the spread

We’re all impressed with your knowledge and attempt to make a team seem relevant when the last five possessions resulted in 3 punts, a fumble and a field goal

Completely waxing over the fact the quarterback play was abysmal, tackling was nonexistent, and the star safety is now out on parole

There will be no nostalgic memories of this generation’s games. No Immaculate Reception, the Catch, or the Ice Bowl

Just a group of money hungry executives with a poor product selling you on London games, Thursday night boredom, and a game with no soul

Pro football has become a marketing tool for the Uber-rich owners and the advertisers that line their pocket books

They’ll play to the current media fad. They’ll kneel for the National Anthem, place Love stickers on the helmets, charge $14 for a beer endorsed by a transgender and not care how it looks

There’s a review after every catch, every touchdown and every out of bounds play

The five minutes spent looking at the play from every angle are spent by blasting gambling, delivery pizza, and car commercials to the viewers that shelled out big bucks to watch this pathetic display

The Purple People Eaters today would all be suspended and the Steel Curtain would be on report in the commisioner’s office for their attacking style of defense

The play today consists of the line of scrimmage forced to play patty cake and the secondary giving the receiver every advantage as some idiot fan proudly displays a D and a picket fence

While a buff female sideline judge, who couldn’t quite hack the cheerleading squad, determines if an offensive player stepped on the sidelines

Who will then huddle with the rest of the steroid enriched officiating crew to determine if a penalty review is warranted to which the opposing coach declines

There’s now obvious holding on every play, tackling is a forgotten art and running backs run with their head down looking for a soft place to land

Quarterbacks slide if breathed upon, opposition players flop like caught mackerels on late drives when timeouts are scarce, and the team seemingly can’t comprehend the plays on their wristband

The game has become wearisome. A once violent game whose now show of force is the woke classroom training of what’s permissible and what is disbarred

Reduced now to this year’s biggest NFL story of a pop star dating a left guard