Oh, never mind.
There seems to be rampant opportunity here for a number of wordplays ... and as each day passes that the owners of a certain group of teams (eleven men to a side) can't reach agreement with their employees (said men), it seems as though wordplay is all we're going to get.
Can you say impasse?
It's possible we're not going to get our winter ritual of watching groups of rather largish men, made to appear even larger by their use of armor, as they in turn throw, carry and chase a brown turd-shaped missle up and down the field.
Could we assess a delay of game penalty?
Is there a "Fantasy Lock-Out" game available to those fans who would otherwise have chosen up their teams, allowing them to bet on theoretical scenarios? The winner would be the man who comes closest to the actual outcome of the negotiations. No matter which side is chosen, owners or players, the only losers will be the fans who pay for the tickets, buy the flat screen TVs, the replica jerseys for their kids (at least, that's their story),
et cetera.
Add to that the ticket takers, the hot dog vendors,
the sellers of over-priced beer, the people who clean up the mess afterwards, and you have a lot of people who're gonna lose out because a bunch of wealthy men want to remain, and become, even more wealthy.
Isn't that an offensive foul?
The biggest building on the Indianapolis skyline is not a factory, hospital or office building. It is a stadium built largely with tax revenue from the citizens of Indiana and the convention-goers who visit us.
The aforementioned wealthy men have little or no stake
in the success of that building. They could care less.
How about unsportsmanlike conduct?
Oh, yeah, this is supposed to be Speedway Daily Photo. The above picture is of the other end of the strip mall I showed a couple weeks ago in another post. The top picture, of an athletic shoe display, was taken outside a shoe store just down the way a bit.
Let's just say I was a mite offside.
