Four Reasons to Watch the Super Bowl: Joe Hill, Joe Pa, Tebow, Wee Brains
Most Americans won’t need a justification to watch Sunday’s game, but
if you’re a TomDispatch.com reader you might think, even in passing,
that celebrating the holiest day of violence, consumerism, and class
warfare on your couch is a betrayal of your values or a waste of your
time.
You might even imagine that it would be better to take a hike,
read a book, or meditate.
Not this Sunday, buster. It’s an election season. You need to watch
this game to fully understand how jobs, religion, leadership, and
healthcare dominate every American contest.
Tomgram: Robert Lipsyte, On Super Sunday, Occupy Your Mind
[Note for TomDispatch Readers: Just
to let those of you in New York City know, I’ll be appearing with the
remarkable journalist Jeremy Scahill, just back from the frontlines in
the Global War on Terror and author of the bestselling book Blackwater,
on Friday, February 10th, 6 to 8pm, at the Arthur L. Carter Journalism
Institute at New York University -- 7th Floor Commons, 20 Cooper
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The event is a launch for my new book, The United States of Fear. I’ll
read a piece or two and then Jeremy and I will have a conversation
about our work and our world. It’s free and open to the public. Hope
to see you there! Tom]
Are you on tenterhooks? Will Mitt make it out of the Cayman Islands and into the White House? Will Newt take the full “wild and woolly”
ride on the primary roller coaster to the Republican convention? Will
the two of them and their PACs eat each other alive by next week?
Will Rick and his single Wyoming funder hang in there until his “man on dog”
sex comment finally fades from Google? And Ron Paul -- yes, we’re on
first-name terms with the other three, but not Paul, the guy who insisted
he’d be home reading an “economics textbook” while other Republican
candidates piously opted for watching a football game -- will he
continue to make statements
about U.S. global policy that would normally send a Republican to
hell? And honestly, did you really imagine that Elizabeth Warren wasn’t
going to have something strong and supportive to say about the Pats in the Super Bowl, after the previous Democratic senatorial candidate blew her chances with a dismissive comment about Fenway Park?
You thought I was talking about American electoral politics? Not at all. I’m discussing the latest version of The Amazing Race. And if you're like me, don’t you miss the contestants who have already been eliminated: Herman (“Ubeki-beki-beki-stan-stan”) Cain, Michele (who mistook a serial killer for a movie star) Bachman, and the other Rick, whatever-his-name-was, the Texan who just couldn’t count to three?
I mean, aren’t you having a blast watching this bread-and-circuses spectacle, which in January captured a staggering 41%
of the combined media newshole, 64% of cable TV’s? There’s a headline a
second, a new poll a minute, an angry set-to an hour. With only three
primaries and one caucus out of the way, the Republicans have already
had 19 (count 'em 19!)
televised “debates,” and my hometown paper is running daily front-page
stories about the race with double- or triple-page inside coverage.
In a season when spectacle and Super Bowl normally go together, the
entertainment extravaganza of the moment remains the race for the White
House -- and in football terms, we’re still in the wild-card round of
the playoffs.
I mean truly, did you ever dream that a moribund Democratic presidential race and a Republican one led by Mr. Mitt, the plastic quarter-billionaire,
would be competition for that single holiest night on the sports
calendar when everyone but the Giants, Patriots, and Madonna is expected
to couch out? Fortunately, we have TomDispatch Jock Culture
correspondent Robert Lipsyte, author most recently of An Accidental Sportswriter,
to remind us that, whether you’re watching a Republican debate or the
Super Bowl, it’s wild and woolly America all the way to the end zone. Tom
Four Reasons to Watch the Super Bowl:
Joe Hill, Joe Pa, Tebow, Wee Brains
1. Joe Hill will be playing: Where else will be you be able
to watch more than 100 young men, most of them African-American, working
for high wages in a totally unionized shop? True, their jobs are
dangerous (more on that later) and relatively short-term (typically
three or four years), but they are also high profile. They can lead to
TV gigs, even political office. Buffalo Bills quarterback Jack Kemp
became a Republican congressman and vice-presidential candidate. The
former New England Patriots running back and ESPN analyst Craig James is
currently running for the Republican nomination for Senator from Texas,
although to less than universal acclaim.
Fans tend to fixate on the money and glamour of the football job, so
that when this past season was threatened by labor-management strife, it
was easy for National Football League lackeys to frame the
confrontation as “millionaires versus billionaires” so the rest of us thousandaires wouldn’t stand with the workers against the bosses.
Even with a progressive attitude, watching the Super Bowl, which
seems to float on rivers of oil -- think car ads -- and beer, is not
exactly like holding a OWS-style general assembly in the red zone.
Nevertheless, it’s a terrific visual of the American class divide. In
their skyboxes, usually in jacket and tie, eating, drinking, and
high-fiving -- or scowling -- are the one-percenters who own the team,
which is usually not their only source of income.
Below them, on the field, are their employees (many of them temporary one-percenters, given the median league salary
of at least $560,000), using up the capital of their bodies. If you
want to root for the Patriots or the Giants, fine. I’ll be rooting for
the working class.
2. Tim Tebow will not be playing: Thank God. The season’s
most hyped player -- the NFL published its first magazine last month
with Tebow on the cover -- has the looks, personality, and backstory of
the clean-living, principled, athletic role model we’ve been told we
need to help raise our children. Born in the Philippines to Baptist
missionaries who refused to abort him despite his mother’s illness,
Tebow led the University of Florida to two national championships and
became the first sophomore to win the Heisman Trophy, college football’s
top individual prize. He also refused to be considered for Playboy’s annual all-American team because the magazine’s values conflicted with his Christian beliefs.
Tebow was a star attraction of the 2010 Super Bowl -- in which he didn’t play. (He was still in college.) He appeared in a commercial
for Focus on the Family in which he tackled his mother. The ad
generated intense controversy because of the group’s stand against
abortion and same sex marriage. Neither issue was explicitly mentioned
in the commercial, which marked the first time CBS had broken its rule against ads from advocacy groups.
This past season, as a Denver Bronco rookie quarterback, Tebow
carried his team to the division playoffs despite his shortcomings as a
passer and field tactician. As the saying goes, all he could do was win.
He was tough, determined, inspirational, and a fine runner. Although he
was careful to note that God did not care who won, he prayed publicly
so incessantly it was celebrated and mocked as Tebowing.
While his aggressive evangelism turned off some people, no one could
deny his confidence and fierce competitiveness on the field, and his
humility and niceness off it. Also, he was white (as are most fans,
coaches, and team executives) in a predominately black sport, a declared
virgin in a world where the macho, and sometimes felonious, “playas”
get an inordinate amount of attention and criticism. So why was there so
much gasbagging about his evangelical faith? Why was he called “polarizing”?
Tebow is too true to be good. His religious principles may eventually
even get in the way of money-making. Playing for a higher team, he is a
threat to owners who can’t buy him off (although he has plenty of
commercial endorsements, thank you -- and Republican presidential
contenders are lining up).
He may also disrupt the fantasies of fans.
Dan Levy, writing in Bleacherrport.com,
put it well: “Because his faith is so prevalent and because his beliefs
have become so much of who he is on and off the field, it's nearly
impossible to separate the two. Can you blindly root for Tim Tebow on
the football field without, in turn, tacitly rooting for him in life?
And does rooting for him in life -- even if that simply means rooting
for the underdog to succeed -- include implicit approval of his beliefs?
Are Broncos fans able to parse the player from the man, the quarterback
from the evangelist?”
If he were playing Sunday, it undoubtedly wouldn’t be the Super Bowl, but the Tebowl.
3. JoePa will be there: Once held up as the gold standard of
college football coaching, now as the hero of a classical tragedy, the
late Joe Paterno will be represented on Sunday by three players and his
successor as head coach at Penn State. They will be reminders of what
Paterno really represented beneath the iconic image.
The three players, almost a thousand pounds worth of them, are Jimmy
Kennedy, a 302-pound defensive tackle, and Kareem McKenzie, a 330-pound
tackle -- both Giants -- and Rich Ohrenberger, a 300-pound guard for the
Patriots, who is on injured reserve. Boston College with six players in
the Super Bowl and Rutgers with five lead this year’s honors list of
colleges that serve as NFL minor league feeder teams, but Penn State has
been a perennial supplier of meat on the hoof. No wonder the school has
been dubbed Linebacker U.
Paterno became head coach in 1966, the year before the first Super
Bowl. At least one player he coached has been in every one of the 46
Super Bowls. He produced several hundred pro players. At the start of
this past season, there were 36 Nittany Lions on NFL rosters.
In other words, Penn State was a football factory as well as a research university, which made Paterno the Geppetto
of those over-sized puppets, even while he was touted as a classics
scholar (he identified with Aeneas) and a philanthropist -- he donated
$4 million to Penn State. (How does a coach get that kind of dough?)
His successor will be Bill O’Brien, the current Patriots offensive
coordinator. Though he graduated from Brown, as did Paterno, O’Brien has
no connection to the Penn State program, which has angered some people,
reassured others. A number of former players have threatened to sever
their ties with the university because the school went “outside the
family” for a new coach, an act seen as a total repudiation of the
Paterno era. Others felt that a rigorous cleansing was necessary. After
all, Paterno had apparently known for almost 10 years that Jerry
Sandusky, once his main assistant and presumed heir,
was an alleged child molester. Paterno tossed the matter upstairs and
continued to devote his attention to Aeneas and linebackers, while
Sandusky allegedly raped more little boys.
Paterno’s powers of concentration or expedience or denial were
extraordinary enough, it seems, to qualify for presidential nomination.
In his last interview,
he implied that he probably couldn’t fully process the tale he was told
about Sandusky sexually assaulting a young boy in the football team’s
shower-room because he knew nothing about male-on-male rape.
4. You can occupy the Super Bowl: One of the Penn State trustees who voted to fire Paterno, Kenneth C. Frazier, said this:
“[E]very adult has a responsibility for every other child in our
community. We have a responsibility for ensuring that we can take every
effort that’s within our power not only to prevent further harm to that
child but to every other child.”
Frazier, of course, was referring to the lack of leadership -- the
lack of humanity -- at Penn State that allowed fealty to an institution
and the power it offers to trump individual responsibility. It was an
it-takes-a-village-to-raise-a-child sort of statement. It’s worth
keeping in mind as you watch the Super Bowl, because the subject Frazier
raised goes far beyond the charges against Sandusky or the lack of
leadership Paterno and others exhibited in the case. It includes our
neglect, denial, and often encouragement of all the blows to the head
that every football player -- from peewee to pro -- routinely suffers.
Watching those hits, hearing them lauded, feeling them vicariously is
the guilty pleasure of football, as marketed by the NFL. Players who
can deliver such hits and those who can absorb them, shake them off, and
play on are extolled as true warriors, as gladiators, as real men. More
and more of those “real men” are now being diagnosed with dementia and other conditions caused by the traumas first suffered by Peewee brains.
The “concussion discussion” started with retired NFL players pleading
with the league and the players’ union for financial help with their
medical bills. It has since trickled down to college, high school, and
youth football as it becomes ever clearer that all those little insults to the brain that begin so early add up to catastrophe in middle age.
So if you believe in taking responsibility for “every other kid,” go
organize in your community against helmet-wearing tackle football -- at
the very least until high-school age. (If you let your own kid play
peewee football, you should be charged with child abuse.) It’s hard to
go up against Jock Culture, which you’ll be watching in its full power
and glory on Sunday. Then again, it’s hard to go up against the banks
and the war machine, too. It’s time, in other words, to occupy
football.
And if you need a pep talk before you get started, here’s one from
Tim Tebow, who marked his eye-black with the numbers of biblical
quotations until it was banned by the NCAA last year. (The NFL also bans
unapproved logos.) I approve one of Tebow’s -- Hebrews 12:1-2. “Let us
run with patience the race that is set before us.”
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