USA’s ‘World Championship’ fans deserve better
The game itself is no longer the reason I still watch the scant amount of football that I do. I'm referring to North American-style gridiron football, of course. Far more than for whatever interest I can muster for a bulwark of the entertainment industry masquerading as sport, I occasionally tune in out of familial loyalty. My grandfather was among a handful of Oneida men who were sought after by a Green Bay team before the formation of the Packers, but a long career at Carlisle Indian School had left him physically unable to carry on after returning home to our reservation in the early 1900s. As the only publicly-owned organization in a league populated by rogue millionaires (just investigate where their stadiums come from), the Packers are a feel-good way to keep in touch with Dad's side as winter arrives in the "other" Bay Area.
