They want to know what we think.
Yahoo Sports has been to town. The Los Angeles Times, too. Everyone is interested in how St. Louis is handling the Super Bowl from hell.
It’s the team that left us against the team that once cheated in a Super Bowl against the team that left us. Had the team that left us won that game, maybe this whole thing would have turned out differently. Who knows. But let’s definitely pull the scar open and apply fresh salt.
They want to know what we think, and it’s a fair question to ask, just like it’s fair to ask a divorcee what went wrong, on their ex’s wedding day.
They want to know what we think?
I think the national media should have enough decency to paint St. Louis in an accurate light. Yes, this is a city scorned. But it’s not simply about losing an NFL team. Please attempt to understand that. St. Louis took that team in the first place. If it was just that it left, so be it. But it wasn’t just that it left. This was about an owner who lied, then sent his henchmen to lie, then not only turned his back on his home state, but scorched its earth. And for what? To return the team to a city that was not its home in the first place, a city that does not even seem to realize that team is in the Super Bowl? To have LeBron James pretend to be a friend?
But it wasn’t just that, either. This was about a league that lied, again and again and again. Right to our faces. With a smile. A show of support at the town hall meetings would matter. Creating a viable stadium plan would matter. The relocation guidelines would matter. The owners’ vote would matter. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. The only thing that mattered was what mattered to Jerry Jones, his secret ballots and a room full of rich men with spines that disintegrated behind closed doors.
I think every mention of hotshot Rams coach Sean McVay should be followed by the fact that Rams owner Kroenke continued to employ one of the worst head coaches in NFL history for years in St. Louis, then had the audacity to whine about attendance as Jeff Fisher continued to drive a team into the ground. I think it should be pointed out that Kroenke continued to bring back a coach who has not been touched by NFL or college teams, not even as a low-level assistant, since he was fired. I think one person during the Super Bowl broadcast should have the courage to remind viewers that Kroenke cared more about Fisher’s experience relocating a team than Fisher’s plan to win back when Kroenke first interviewed Fisher for the Rams job, back when there was no “secret plan” to move the team.
I think every single NFL city should realize and truly digest the fact that the league let a team that had public money for a new stadium on the table not just leave, but trash that city in the process. The league will do the same to you, if there is money to be made elsewhere. Don’t ignore the precedent.
I think it bothers Kroenke that he is losing court cases left and right in St. Louis, from Reggie Bush’s career-ending injury at the Dome to the personal seat license suit the Rams recently settled. And the big one, the relocation lawsuit, still churns forward. I think the lawyers working that case have the resources and dedication to see this through. I think they want nothing more than to see if Kroenke’s lies spill so easily out of Kevin Demoff’s mouth under oath. I think when the only thing Kroenke cares about is money and winning in a courtroom, there is no sweeter joy than beating him there and taking some of his money.
I think you would have a hard time finding a game that shows the NFL’s true colors better than this Super Bowl. It took professional sports’ worst overtime rule and perhaps the worst non-call in professional sports history to reminds us of the many warts growing upon the shield.
I think about commissioner Roger Goodell’s cowardice, Kroenke’s insatiable greed, Bill Belichick’s obsession with bending rules beyond their breaking point, Tom Brady’s deflated balls and Ndamukong Suh’s crotch stomps.
I think I will find something else to do other than watch football on Super Bowl Sunday, as I have every Sunday this season, because it’s become too hard to pretend there are not monsters behind the screen when you have been close enough to smell their rancid breath.
And I think I will stop writing this before I get to what I would like to tell those who tell St. Louis to move on.