The NFL lockout is over. Well, at least in practical terms. Barring the return of Jesus Christ, World War III, or an alien assault, the 2011 season will proceed uninterrupted. Men everywhere,Â
and a few women, are sighing in relief. The sports fanatic churches have not been padlocked.
All of the backslapping has smeared over the fact that players simply don’t like Roger Goodell.
Just a few weeks ago, Pittsburgh’s James Harrison was sneering at the commissioner. Harrison called the boss a crook, a puppet, and a devil. I think there was more, but that’s plenty.
This idea of Goodell as a kind of ogre, portrayed by the players with more and more frequency, can’t be a new attitude. It’s been boiling under the surface. And there is a segment of fans and news consumers who don’t understand.
Goodell came into the commish post as a kind of post-modern cowboy. He was going to whip these boys into shape–funnel them onto a better path under his eye. That has been the impression from here, anyway.
Joe Theismann wrote after the Jones decision, “I’ve always felt the suspensions and punishments for off-field issues weren’t severe enough. This will get everyone’s attention.”
Goodell is necessarily on the side of the owners, and he can’t be shamed for that. It is his job to lean that way, toward the paycheck-suppliers. But when you go to the big hammer too often, sooner or later that tool will fail you.
Theismann’s words were prescient: You can bet that the athletes who risk their bodies and longevity for a game see much more clearly now. And there will be major ripples across the National Football League.