You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a
struggle. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.  Your mother
was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over
your head and food on your plate.  Academics were a struggle for you
and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that made you
stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in 4.2 seconds
while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like you,
except he didn’t play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.  You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your
senior year making visits to universities where coaches and boosters
tried to convince you their school was best.  They laid out the red
carpet for you. Your best friend worked double shifts at Mickey D’s.
College was not an option for him.  On the day you signed with Big
State University, your best friend signed paperwork with his Army
recruiter.  You went to summer workouts.  He went to basic training.

You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm, eating at
the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans.  Tutors tended to your every academic
need.  You attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked
hard.  You lifted weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became
one of the top football players in the country.  Your best friend was
assigned to the 101stAirborne Division. While you were in college,
he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan twice.  He became a Sergeant
and led a squad of 19 year-old soldiers who grew up just like he did.
He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young Americans give
their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.

You went to the NFL combine and scored off the charts.  You hired an
agent and waited for draft day.  You were drafted in the first round
and your agent immediately went to work, ensuring that you received
the most money possible. You signed for $16 million although you had
never played a single down of professional football.  Your best friend
re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested
sergeant, he will be paid $32,000 per year.

You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach.  He will ride
in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded
soldiers.  You will sleep at the Ritz.  He will dig a hole in the
ground and try to sleep.  You will “make it rain” in the club.  He
will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees.

On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans
cheer and yell your name.  For your best friend, there is little
difference between Sunday and any other day of the week.  There are no
adoring fans.  There are only people trying to kill him and his
soldiers. Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front
lines and “go to the rear” to rest.  He might be lucky enough to catch
an NFL game on TV.  When the National Anthem plays and you take a
knee, he will jump to his feet and salute the television.  While you
protest the unfairness of life in the United States, he will give
thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.

To the players of the NFL:  We are the people who buy your tickets,
watch you on TV, and wear your jerseys.  We anxiously wait for Sundays
so we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we
love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you
offend us. You have the absolute right to express yourselves, but we
have the absolute right to boycott you.  We have tolerated your drug
use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of
wealth.  We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right.  But now you have gone
too far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our
police officers, and our veterans. You are living the American dream,
yet you disparage our great country.  I am done with NFL football and
encourage all like-minded Americans to boycott the NFL as well.

The National boycott of the NFL will be Sunday November 12th: Veterans Day
Weekend. Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders,
stay away from attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums.
Pass this post along to all your friends and family. Honor our
military, some of who will come home with the American Flag draped over
their coffin.

-Submitted by a Whiskey Patriot-