I used to turn to the NFL for fun and excitement. It was my escape from the everyday grind and troubles of life.

Football was a time to gather with friends, scarf down nachos and wings with our favorite libations, cheer for our teams and the players we loved, gripe at the bad calls, and enjoy the competition, strategy, and athleticism on the field. Football was more than “watching a game,” it was an event, an activity, a party.

I have fond memories of watching Monday Night Football with my dad, and he’d let me stay up late on school nights to watch Howard Cosell, Frank Gifford and Dandy Don Meredith call the games. We’d sit in recliners, drink soda and eat popcorn, and watch star quarterbacks like Terry Bradshaw or Roger Staubach pilot their teams to victory.

When I grew up, Dad and I would meet out for lunch and catch the 1 o’clock game together, which he called “church.” We’d have a few brews at the bar and down chicken sandwiches served in paper-lined baskets. It was a special time.

I’m sure Dad is turning in his grave right now at the thought of what a spectacle of wokeness and SJW accommodating the NFL has become.

The game is nothing more than one big protest put on by millionaires who want to spew their anger and hatred toward the very fans who, in effect, pay their salaries. These spoiled millionaires rail against our great nation, one of few in the world that affords them considerable earnings, celebrity status, and a life of luxury. Thanks to the USA, the country whose flag and anthem they scorn, they enjoy an incredible life, a dream life, in fact, where they can do what they love, be adored by millions, and earn salaries beyond most people’s wildest dreams.

These are sad days for NFL football. It’s no longer an escape. It’s no longer about gifted players making impressive plays at which we marvel and cheer. It’s no longer a joyous reprieve from deadlines and meetings and overdue electric bills.

Since I don’t need more stress in my life, I won’t be tuning in. No more NFL for me. I need an escape from the trials of life, not a lecture.

I’ve been an NFL fan for nearly 50 years, and it was a fair time. Good bye, NFL. I’ll miss who you were, and what you meant to me and my family.