From things I've seen on the internet, there are some really pissed off fans of many teams. Not only are they swearing off any watching of the NFL, they're burning jerseys and other NFL items.
Where does this go? What is the trade off? I think it will be monetary at first, but with a reduced NFL, college teams will find more revenue...at first. Time will change the importance of the sport, and other sports will find new fans, with new revenue.
What about the NBA, and professional baseball? I think the players will expose their posteriors too, and the franchises will lose substantial revenue; especially when advertisers realize their ads are not being presented to what were once their biggest consumers.
There's always a trade-off, and the trade off for ignorance is never good. This all started with one player being allowed to show his ignorance, which may be good. It exposed much more ignorance, and maybe galvanized enough to show their pride in the United States.
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Monday, September 25, 2017
So, Do You Really Want to Go There?
Many NFL players kneeled during the National Anthem, which showed their solidarity to some ethereal protest. I'm pretty sure they have no idea that their contract states they can be canned for this activity. So, I'm wondering if they really want to go there.
When it comes right down to it, the NFL teams will side with the most money. I don't think that money is coming from vagrants - chasing a few bucks in fake protests - and the players will soon realize those they're supporting don't exist, and their paychecks will end too soon.
I'm thinking some of the players should have payed more attention, when studying.
When it comes right down to it, the NFL teams will side with the most money. I don't think that money is coming from vagrants - chasing a few bucks in fake protests - and the players will soon realize those they're supporting don't exist, and their paychecks will end too soon.
I'm thinking some of the players should have payed more attention, when studying.
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Things Change
Too many players in the NFL decided their opinion is more valuable than the salaries they're payed to entertain. As this progresses, I think they'll find their job is not only threatened, any money they receive will be substantially less than any offered before.
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Repost "The Stars Were Like Diamonds Scattered on Black Velvet"
When I first stepped outside this morning, the Winter constellations were visible in all their glory. I stopped for a moment, and remembered an event from my past. I wrote about it before, so if you read it, read it again.
Enjoy
It was after midnight, the wind was from the north and the temperature was a little above freezing. A call from the bank let me know we lost 8 million cubic feet of gas and it was my duty to wake someone to go find the problem.
I don't remember who I woke, but I knew before they reached the control room which well was down. The analog meter on 1351-13 was still and I had a pretty good idea it shut in.
The well was a satellite well about a mile from the production platform. It stood alone, without any production equipment, since it was close enough to just pipe to the main platform. We called the boat to go take a look.
Natural gas controls on the platform were simple. Pressure pilots were part of the safety system, which included the pilots and the fire loop. A problem with either would shut the automatic valve and close the well.
It didn't take long to reach the platform. A thorough check revealed no problem, so the gauger felt it was only some moisture in the controls and the well could be put back on line.
I stayed at the platform to slowly turn the manual valve until it was at full pressure. If the CRBBM stayed in the open position, the gauger was right and they would retrieve me when he made the final checks on the main platform.
They left me with a radio. The guager would call, when he was ready for me to start.
Over the next few minutes, the noise from the work boat faded. As they pulled to the main platform, I could barely hear the engines as the boat maneuvered to tie to the structure. When the engines were shut down, the only sounds were the occasional fog horn, the light chop against the structure and the sound of the wind.
There are few experiences in life like the next twenty minutes. I was completely alone, my flashlight provided all the light to be found and the awesome grandeur of a winter night was mine to be enjoyed.
The air was crisp, full of the smell of cold air and found any weakness in my heavy clothes. I pulled my collar up, my sleeves over my gloves and looked up to the stars.
Like myriads of diamond scattered on black velvet, the stars seemed to hang right over my head. Just a simple reach, and I could scrape them from the sky; they'd rain down, like jewels, so I could fill my pockets.
I was awed. Maybe it was the moment, or the splendor of the event, but I was overjoyed with the opportunity. What I observed, and felt, could never be described with words. My soul was touched and nothing could ever describe the feeling.
Eventually, the gauger called, I put the well back on line and the boat returned. I was soon back to the platform and found the gauger was on the way back to the living quarters to finish their interrupted sleep.
The rest of the night passed without any more problems. Soon, I woke the cook; then the crew and had my morning meal. The night was over, but the memory will last forever.
Enjoy
It was after midnight, the wind was from the north and the temperature was a little above freezing. A call from the bank let me know we lost 8 million cubic feet of gas and it was my duty to wake someone to go find the problem.
I don't remember who I woke, but I knew before they reached the control room which well was down. The analog meter on 1351-13 was still and I had a pretty good idea it shut in.
The well was a satellite well about a mile from the production platform. It stood alone, without any production equipment, since it was close enough to just pipe to the main platform. We called the boat to go take a look.
Natural gas controls on the platform were simple. Pressure pilots were part of the safety system, which included the pilots and the fire loop. A problem with either would shut the automatic valve and close the well.
It didn't take long to reach the platform. A thorough check revealed no problem, so the gauger felt it was only some moisture in the controls and the well could be put back on line.
I stayed at the platform to slowly turn the manual valve until it was at full pressure. If the CRBBM stayed in the open position, the gauger was right and they would retrieve me when he made the final checks on the main platform.
They left me with a radio. The guager would call, when he was ready for me to start.
Over the next few minutes, the noise from the work boat faded. As they pulled to the main platform, I could barely hear the engines as the boat maneuvered to tie to the structure. When the engines were shut down, the only sounds were the occasional fog horn, the light chop against the structure and the sound of the wind.
There are few experiences in life like the next twenty minutes. I was completely alone, my flashlight provided all the light to be found and the awesome grandeur of a winter night was mine to be enjoyed.
The air was crisp, full of the smell of cold air and found any weakness in my heavy clothes. I pulled my collar up, my sleeves over my gloves and looked up to the stars.
Like myriads of diamond scattered on black velvet, the stars seemed to hang right over my head. Just a simple reach, and I could scrape them from the sky; they'd rain down, like jewels, so I could fill my pockets.
I was awed. Maybe it was the moment, or the splendor of the event, but I was overjoyed with the opportunity. What I observed, and felt, could never be described with words. My soul was touched and nothing could ever describe the feeling.
Eventually, the gauger called, I put the well back on line and the boat returned. I was soon back to the platform and found the gauger was on the way back to the living quarters to finish their interrupted sleep.
The rest of the night passed without any more problems. Soon, I woke the cook; then the crew and had my morning meal. The night was over, but the memory will last forever.
Monday, September 18, 2017
Entertainer Ignorance
Too many entertainers show their ignorance, and spout the current mantra of liberals. What they don't realize is that it not only hurts them, it hurts their industry, and many not only don't want to be entertained any longer, they want the industry to be punished financially by low revenue.
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