The marriage of celebrity culture and sports entertainment has come full circle in unholy matrimony now. But man does it bring in the bucks.
Even sports commentators say stuff like (and I loosely paraphrase), “not a whole lot to do in Winnipeg. Why should he sign and play for a team there when he can fraternize and fornicate in Montreal!”
The point is that small market teams get culturally black listed now.
I understand that some thought has to go into selecting a place to play but choosing a place to satisfy the narcissistic needs of your lover should not be one of them. I also get that athletes want to enjoy their fame and wealth while their young. Nevertheless, sometimes you just have to count your blessings and just be happy you have the opportunity to play professional sports. Even if it’s in Milwaukee – or Sunderland for that matter.
Taken to its logical end, it makes little sense to give the player the option to pick and choose where he can play. If this was the case, we’d have 120 teams operating in London, New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Boston and possibly New York Jr. (aka Toronto).
Now, at this point, any man worth his sea salt would simply remind his squeeze that he is a footballer first and foremost. That they can do all their shopping in the off-season.
That’s that – now git.
Today, men wear crocs, have manicures and leave their pants in the hamper. It’s not surprising we’re seeing this sort of stuff in sports now.
All things Roy Keane did not stand for as a player and does not care for as a manager. His concern is perfectly legitimate.
Sports are about competition and winning and it shouldn’t matter where you play or where you win.
If you are terrified of playing for a small town, ask the WAGS of the Green Bay Packers and see how they handle it.