A Bounty On Your Head

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Surprise, Surprise! There is a story of violence making its way around the NFL.

That just kills me.

The NFL is looking into the fact that the New Orleans Saints players were being paid extra cash for knocking their opponents out of the game with violent hits.

Shocking, isn't it?

They were trying to hurt the other teams best players! Color me amazed!!!!

Yet in a day when we've figured out that damaging hits to the brain may have a long-term effect on those who get their craniums scrambled, it's a troubling matter.

Have you ever seen a NFL-released tape about violent hits? It's a billion-dollar enterprise.What do they show on Sports Center ever morning?

Besides ten straight shots of big guys slamming the ball through the hoop...if I never see another dunk I'll be a happy man - we get it...they can slam the ball straight down through the orange rim and scream in triumph, completed by the two-handed beating of the chest.

Watch a hockey game here in Buffalo sometime. If a Sabres player gets checked hard the announcers scream for a penalty and give us the 'they need to take those kinds of hits out of the game,' speech.

If it's a guy wearing a Sabres jersey who delivers the hit we get the "Whoa! The Caruba Collision hit of the night!"

You can't have it both ways. There can't be tapes celebrating the violence while out the other side of your mouth you talk about how worried you are for the players.

And the fans?

Forget about it!

Take fighting out of hockey?

Are you crazy?????

Watch a NASCAR race to see someone smash into the fuel tanker!

You bet your ass!

Football is all about the great hits. We don't put faces on the guys getting creamed. If he's wearing the laundry of our team, we love it. If he's not, we want to kill him. Literally kill him!

There is no doubt in my mind that the televised ripping off of limbs by lions and tigers and bears would be the most-watched show ever. If those types of events were held at your local stadium you'd never be able to get a ticket.

We love the violence. We thirst for blood.

Bounty?

Yeah, shocking!

Surprise, surprise.

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