If Roger Goodell had his way, there'd be a 24 game season with six games in Europe, two in Dubai, one in Rio, and one in China. The playoffs would last for eight weeks.
Las Vegas, with the garish dazzle of gambling, debauchery, and showbiz completely overshadowing the football game, would become the permanent home of the Super Bowl, with top tickets going for $5 million. Attending the Super Bowl would become a thing to do, a place to be seen, for the world's elite celebrity, wealthy, and ruling class.
There would be one Game of the Week on free TV every Sunday. The rest, run at various tiers of pay-per-view, would be shown on weekday nights and all day Saturday and Sunday, with halftimes extended by fifteen minutes to sell more commercial space.
Uniforms wiill be designed by top Parisian coutieres, with T's and jerseys for fans from $600 to $2,700.
And you'll find me still tuning in a little bit, still trying to catch glimpses of the combined athleticism, courage, and strategic battles that I used to know as NFL football.
But I'd spend more autumn afternoons playing permanent quarterback with a collection of grandsons and their friends and athletic but very much female tomboy sisters out in their back yards with a Nerf.
That'll be more fun - and football is still a game and still should be fun.
That's the part the Roger Goodell is ruining.
