By John Galt
July 21, 2011
It is bad enough that Marxism has become the preferred political and economic system of choice for the Ivy League schools, creating losers like Bernanke, Summers, Clinton, and Obama, but now the fiendishly evil souls which reside in the sewers of academia have dared to impose their wussification of our society upon the most sacred and hallowed grounds of American society and culture.
They found a way to inflict wimpification on football, America’s pastime.
The New York Times, hardly a domicilel of manhood or Americana, posted a story on their website by Ken Belson:
Ivy League to Limit Full-Contact Football Practices
Within this story a group of sissies decided to use the “consensus” of scientists, the Ivy League’s code word for propaganda and Leninism, that concussions are too frequent in collegiate sports so there must be limitations imposed by the state, er college administrations, upon the volunteer activity of football limiting full contact practices to twice per week. This number is far below the maximum of five per week allowed by the NCAA and the rules include some of the most absurd ideas I have ever laid eyes on.
For example (from the article):
According to the new rules, teams will be able to hold only two full-contact practices per week during the season, compared with a maximum of five under N.C.A.A. guidelines. On the other days of the week, practices cannot include contact or live tackles, and no player may be “taken to the ground.”
During the preseason, teams will be able to hold only one full-contact session during two-a-day practices.
While I realize the Ivy League admits the smartest souls of our nation based on paper test scores, evidence does indicate that common sense is definitely an elective from the Freshman level right up through the graduate school level and onward to those Ivy League students who become President of the United States. The majority of us who have played the game, be it at the pee-wee, high school, or collegiate level find these rules laughable. I remember the two a day full contact drills, wearing pad, in August with 95 degree temperatures while playing in high school and promptly being quite ill to my stomach as a result afterwards but never getting sick on the field as I felt it was important to show I could suck it up and take it.
Yet apparently getting a Tampax sponsorship and showing the same type of scientists whose consensus gave us the Global Warming Algore crappola that they are actually a sensitive group of souls, wising only to let teams tackle on Wednesdays and pick daisies and sip tea the rest of the week, is more important than the principles of winning, gamesmanship, and the one of the key parts of the game.
In fact is is doubtful the majority of the beanheads who came up with this prissy-sissy approach to a man’s game based on brute strength and strategy would ever understand the mixing of sweat, blood, and mud in the trenches. Having received a few concussions in my life, I can understand their concerns, but once again the idea that I was having fun playing the game and despite the injuries enjoyed it in the end, broken bones, cuts, and all.
This is just further validation that it is more important to create state imposition of the intellectual elites of “their” vision for America and its traditions rather than to let the kids go out, have fun, and take their chances. Perhaps they should learn that American football is a game of extreme violence designed to use the tactics of intimidation and overpowering your opponent for victory is part of life. Or are they ultimately reflecting their desires to transform everything that our traditions and sports taught us into a wimpy, sissified, pale shell of its former self?
What’s next?
Demanding limits on training in the military because warfare is too violent so they military can only shoot live ammunition once per month because it damages the dandelions and causes hearing damage to baby bunny rabbits?
Grow up you stupid doctors and scientists and use your microscopes to find that pair you have down there some where. Unless of course you’ve used your perverted science to go full blown sissy and only act as a man from the waist up.
Pads? You had pads? Granted that neighborhood vacant lot football was “touch”, some of those touches would put you in orbit, and blocking in the line was as intense as on any varsity campus. We just thought it was fun…
Hmmm. If they’re allowed to ride horses, are they allowed to go faster than a walk?
Probably forbidden to watch F1 racing. Nascar would be too low-brow, of course.