D.B.'s of the Week - The National Football League (Again)

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Those are D'Angelo Williams' daughters.

They are wearing items designed to bring attention to breast cancer.

They are also taking a good shot at the D.B's of the Week:

The big-shits in the N.F.L. Offices.

You see, Williams was fined for wearing something or other on his uniform while he played a game.

Yeah.

They fined him for not being in uniform.

And my first thought was that the league has to maintain control otherwise every single guy in the league will be wearing something different every weekend to honor this or that.

But what made me decide to bash the league that I think is pure evil personified was because they can make a decision to fine or not fine on a week-to-week basis.

They treated Williams just as they had Stevie Johnson who wore something stupid about being serious or something.

In fact, the NFL doesn't care.

They want everyone's money.

They charged the armed forces for showing up at their games.

They think that the cheerleaders should pay them as well as the halftime super bowl acts.

Pay the money at the door!

They streamed the Bills London game recently and blacked it out across the land (what a game it was too) and they did it because they are always thinking of ways to make more $.

So they can file stupid lawsuits and spend millions to enforce the rules that they discover on a weekly basis.

Speaking of which...

...you know what I now hate?

When the announcers and the players get down on their hands and knees and pray for a guy who is laying motionless on the field.

Do I sound mean?

You know why I hate it?

Because no one is being sincere!

They don't care about the guy laying unconscious on the field.

Just like they don't care about the former players who are wandering from room-to-room, not sure of who they are.

Just like they don't care about victims of breast cancer...

...or domestic violence...

...or cheerleaders...

...or the military.

They only care about the money!

Someone should let Williams' daughters know the reason why too:

Because they're D.B.'s of epic proportions!

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