Actually, I have nothing profound to say about football in spite of the fact I've been meditating on it.
But I will say this. I'll bet you that 100 years from now, football--at least in the form we know it--won't be around. And people in the future (wearing space suits and driving around in flying cars with their BFF robot friends) will look back on the sport the way we look back on the whole gladiator thing, i.e. in disbelief that people ever had fun watching men hewing each other down, especially if they looked as cute as Russell Crowe did in that toga, which would make all the Roman ladies go, "NO! DON'T HEW DOWN RUSSELL CROWE! HE'S JUST SO ADORABLE IN THAT TOGA!"
I could be wrong. But the way football is headed and the way our first world sensibilities are headed, I wouldn't be surprised.
Which is my way of saying I'm glad I'm alive now and can watch Sunday Night Football whenever I feel like it. As long as--you know--it's Sunday night.