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Maybe, just maybe, I am getting a bit older and a tad bit crotchety.  Probably.  Ok, I am.   I think what I think.  My lifelong love of genuine, inspirational, sport competitions make me wish for the old days.  It was a day when you could go to an event or tune in on TV (only 3 channels to choose from) to enjoy a competitive event, match, or game between competitors that preferred to allow their abilities do their talking.   For the most part the only controversies were offsides or false start, safe or out, or foul or not.

Sure there was the occasional Billie Jean King v. sexist Bobby Riggs match.  There was also the raised closed fists in the 1968 Olympics.  There were even a few betting or point shaving scandals along the way.

Heck, even old Jimmy the Greek got liquored up one night and talked about how African-Americans are better athletes due to their physiology.  It was probably some fine Scotch though.

But today.  Today.  Oh boy.   The intersection of social media, social outcry, equality, gender this and gender that, racism,  and sports is a complicated one.  It has yield signs, stops signs, red lights, and numerous lane change opportunities.  It’s a well-worn road now traveled far too often.  It’s always crowded and always under construction.   It’s a turn off for me and a sign that says dead-end ahead.

And, now, Serena says that she may have been the victim of “sexism.”  She lost because the chair umpire was a “liar” and a “thief.”  What’s weird is that she was playing in her match against another woman of course.  I’m not sure if he was equally sexist against her as well.  We should ask Serena.

Naomi Osaka take a well deserved bow.  You won.  Sports lost.  Tennis got lost in the “I am a sports figure hear me roar.”  You deserved better on your very big day.  The only racquet you made was with your racquet.  Unfortunately, the very diluted, over saturated media, ever desperate for an angle to better ratings, soaks this up like a towel on center court.

This noise comes on the same weekend that Colin Kapernick, desperate for attention, and Nike, desperate to regain lost market share, launched a campaign that said its important to stand up (or kneel down) for what you believe in.

You know what I believe in?  I believe in beer, popcorn, two TVs and two damn remotes.  I want my sports served early, competitive, often, and without discussions that drone on incessantly about who feels a certain way about whatever topic du jour that is soon sure to crush society.  It feels like two months (not two weeks) ago that Urban Meyer forgot to fire an accused wife beater until he forgot too many times.  His agent would like to thank Serena, Colin, and Nike for getting him off of the front page.

Isn’t Monday early AM till Friday PM enough time for MSNBC, CNN, and Fox News to incessantly pound all that’s wrong with us into our feeble craniums?

I just wanted to watch the US Open final and the over hyped NFL season openers.  Damn.