You would think that Richard Sherman’s rant will cause the world to end. The media would have you believe it is shining example of the complete decline of Western civilization-forget that the Romans pitted human beings against each other to the death, sometimes involving animals and our Congress is modeled after them-but this, this rant marks the bitter end…of what? By the way, The Bitter End was a great club in Seattle….and New York….hmmmm.
My husband and I are rabid Seahawks fans. Sorry to disappoint my East Coast brethren, but Seattle had an amazing year. They finally have the dream team of Wilson, Tate, and Lynch, and Sherman plays a key role in that unstoppable juggernaut that is now rolling to the Super Bowl. Forget that I seriously considered buying a fathead of Golden Tate. My husband would want one of Marshawn Lynch, and we both have Russell Wilson’s jersey — the official one — given to us by a dear friend last year.
I remember living in Seattle and Mel’s brother went to the Seattle game with one of those foam fingers showing the number one. The game was so bad that when he returned, he said it should have been the middle finger instead of the number one finger, and we all agreed. Banish the thought. This was in 1990 or so. The BOYZ have come a LONG way since then.
When Seattle finally made it to their first Super Bowl, I was already a judge in the middle of nowhere. Still, several of us rabid fans in the middle of nowhere watched that game together and raised the decibel level in our living room well above the 137 mark. There were some horrible calls during that game. Serious thoughts of East Coast-style mafia payola ran through my head several times. Some of the calls were so blatantly bogus that no matter how long you had watched football, even a novice could tell they were bad calls.
So right after the game yesterday, all of us were hoarse and feeling that glow when your team wins that we had finally, as they used to say, pulled victory from the jaws of defeat. Then we saw the Sherman rant. Do you know what we did? We all laughed. But the news media went nuts.
I would defy you to find any attorney on this planet who has not been in front of a judge and been blasted to all hell as if Captain Kirk had aimed a phaser at your head and pulled the trigger, blowing your ego to bits with snarkiness and horrid rhetoric. That, too, becomes part of the public record. All you have to do is order a transcript. Attorneys say some stupid things on the record. Trust me, I know. I would defy you to show me a single driver in New York who has not cursed somebody out just for the hell of it. But you get a football player-who allegedly was shoved in the face when he offered his hand to Mister Crabtree at the conclusion of the game-and you know what? I would have talked some smack, too. Absolutely.
In this politically-correct-I don’t know what you would call it-millennium? Era? Decade? I have more sympathy with the Occupy Wall Street movement mentality than these uptight wannabe arbiters of proper behavior. That is because for the better part of my career I was one of those 99%. I also still consider it a distinct possibility that I could just as easily rejoin the ranks of the baristas and the McDonald’s staff all over this world. Nobody is secure. That said, don’t you think we should all accept that we are all, I don’t know, FLAWED humans who make mistakes, and say things in the heat of the moment we might not mean and may regret later? I find a beauty to that concept that pulls all of us down to earth. After all, Bill Gates is not known for being a sweetheart personality to work for if you know what I mean.
I have to laugh because, again, this was a guy all amped up after a big game speaking his mind because he was allegedly treated rudely. Oh good grief give it a rest and let it lie. Do we seriously have to see endless media coverage of it? Then suddenly the talking heads come out, and of course some are lawyers, and they discuss – blah, blah, blah – the serious and pressing issue of whether Sherman can he be sued for slander or defamation; and Crabtree for assault-civil, not criminal. Crabtree says, “I didn’t do it.” Sherman says, “Yes you did.” It really doesn’t matter because when Sherman flipped out and popped off, it was the first human moment that we all got to hear. You see everybody playing on the field, but you don’t hear what they’re saying. Sometimes you read their lips and there is some smack talking going on down on that field. And anyone who says otherwise clearly hasn’t played competitive sports.
We’ve sanitized the game of football, our version of gladiators—let’s face it, that’s a reality. It’s a game that my husband and I love, and we honestly do not care what Richard Sherman said. He is a volatile guy he was all amped up and…so what? Are we all so perfect that we can stand in judgment of him? I really don’t think so. Because at some point I’m sure the two of them will call each other and say, “Sorry.” Or maybe they won’t. But the bottom line is that we seem to care about what Richard Sherman said more than we care about real news. Today is Martin Luther King Day, right? It is much, much more important to have a world where all races can communicate and be friends.
Ideas about bringing the world together in a good way…or at least those willing to try, weighs on my mind. That and the fact that kids can’t read, and people can’t even afford to buy a gallon of milk. These things matter. Richard Sherman is a character, and we will be watching the Super Bowl and raising the roof on our house hoping that the Seahawks beat the Broncos, a team that we call, “the donkeys” here with affection. Maybe I will be accused of going on a rant in support of bad behavior everywhere. Well, if that is the case, then so be it. More power to you Richard Sherman.
Not for ABC sports, and not Howard Cosell, this is Lisa Adams signing off. And one more thing:
“We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies.” — Martin Luther King, Jr.