Real Folk Real Talk Episode 4 - NFL Instant Replay Propaganda

Hello and welcome, it's Wednesday September 24th, 2024 and it looks like the NFL has locked in the crazed fan for the fall and winter hibernation which seems to get longer and longer with the summer shrinking all the time despite the global warming rhetoric not sitting well with your coffee or muffin as the fall daily grind has hit every town in America. Cuddled up to the screen or participating in the weekend ritual has become a major tradition in America, surpassing baseball as America's favorite past-time many decades ago. The pro game dominates the advertising conversation and bidding wars and is still the envy of all the other programming on tv. 
In fact football is the ONLY thing keeping live television aloft. Most all other sports and events can take a backseat to the recliner with playback at your leisure is dominated by the consumer. Even the movie theaters can't get folk to show up at certain hour, as its all insta insta now. But football has a following like no other, or at least they used to. The league has become a grooming pit like any other device.

The league peaked out during the Covidstan scamy-demic. The fanbase broke off by about 25% after the Kapernick kneeling stunt that drove fans away. Folks didn't want a faux moral lesson from an overpaid bench warmer. Kap was a typical flash in your pants and gone kinda player. Or the league's scripts just made it that way. Who knows. After losing to slow white boy Flacco, the Kap was downhill from there and focused more and activism and propaganda while on the clock.

The next blow to the NFL was in 2020, with terrorist group BLM bullying the NFL players, owners, commissioner and most disgustingly the fans. They haven't recovered since. Nice all-around charming and charismatic Von Miller took the blue bill and turned into a cold a-hole.

And remember, Von Miller was the changing of the guard. He was the face of the NFL, as Peyton Manning and that era were being phased out at that time. He was on dancing with the stars and everyone loved him. He was also the first of all athletes to get the Corona virus. And that was it, the NFL fell off the cliff. At a time when everyone was a home and had nothing but time on their hands during the Nazi lockdowns the ratings should have been through the roof, but they weren't. They tanked. The haven't recovered since. I even chatted with one of the finance staffers at NBC Sunday ticket and they said the new contracts were signed back in 2022 because of the overall value of the NFL from the ten year ratings despite the bad two year drop off . The NFL used to draw 15-17 million viewers for a prime-time game. Their awful ratings since the inception of prime-time tv back in the 1970's dropped to less than 9 million viewers after their BLM stunt. But more importantly, the NFL has lost its #1 fan base that made the game the polarizing league it once was. So the male demographic that watched the game and made the game it is today just walked away. It wasn't like there was a mad petition going around to boycott. Folks were done with the lies and bullying or anti-white or other sob hate story the league used to divide and trigger folks. But when you alienate the fan base that made the game great, the league is reaching out to other demographics to make up the lost revenue. Hiring the likes of Swifty and throw in some bromance is the desperado thing fetching newspaper ratings these days, as there are more female fans than ever, for now. Nobody cares who threw a TD or rushed for a 100 yards unless your fantasy guy is on your squad.


So before the NFL tanked off into irrelevance, they did make some major dints and marks of the beast in society that paved the way for humanity to accept that slippery slope. "Sports and above all gambling will be there biggest distraction" is the constant rhetoric quote ringing from Orwell's dystopian book. So from Sunday's best wooden pew to a raunchy PU beer soaked plastic bench, the circle that flock is still a pagan tradition under the eye of horus dome or stadium. Rigging and letting the fans know they been bamboozled is the constant witches brew I keep trying to stress.

And instant replay is one of those rigging moments. The magic snatching power of the replay king was to be showcased on the grandest of stages. It's spell casting karma took place on January 25, 1987 in Super Bowl 21 to kick off the new year in sunny Pasadena, California between the Denver Broncos and the Jersey Giants. In the 2nd quarter of the game, the league waved its wand and the shiny toxic curse bestowed was on the Denver Broncos, but more importantly on the fans that entrusted such an advancement in technology be used for the good of mankind, not the destruction. But sure, enough, the powers that may be demon-strated the tyranny and acceptance of a grossly poor call when instant replay failed to recognize an important catch by Clarence Kay that got Denver out of the endzone and dangerous territory. But of course the league and refs apparently didn't get the right tape or angle while millions of viewers across many countries watched the announcers show and discuss the catch and first down over and over again. Yet, the fans and viewers are somehow deemed unintelligent enough to accept that the league and refs can't get the right footage, but the average fan and viewer do have access to such a perspective is a fool's conversation. Openly accepting the rigging allows society to accept the rigging everywhere then. And that you can take right down to your voting booth. So of course, the grossly wrong call looks like a WWF moment and John Elway then takes a safety on the next play. Instead of a first down, the Broncos have to hand the Jersey Giants two points and the ball. Talk about East coast mafia at it's finest with some clown in New York making the fake call. 


Again, lighting strikes twice in one place, as the Broncos return to the SuperBowl the next year, only to get a hosed call when Doug Williams slipped and losing grip of the ball before he fell. Not being touched by a player, Rulon Jones picked up the ball for the Broncos defense and took a 17-0 lead. But of course, the league didn't want a blow-out or the scripts strike again to poke another needle in the voodoo doll. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. The refs took the score off the board and Denver took a back seat to a 2nd quarter blow-out record as the nation's most corrupt and now extinct Redskins racked up 35 points. No name Timmy Smith broke Hall of Famer, Marcus Allen's Super Bowl rushing record and Doug Williams got hot on a sus secondary that didn't deserve an Orange Crush label anyhow. Slow whiteboy Tony Lilly got lite up.. I may have his autograph somewhere still.

Two Super Bowls, two very horrible calls that change the outcome and landscape of the game. But forget the game, the landscape and voodoo casting spells of corruption at the highest levels of professional sports can certainly make its way into the halls of society that are beginning to engage in a poor installment of fauxball. The predictive programming and conditioning can be seen three and four decades later as the shift and collapse of this nation that has allowed these criminal events and demon-strations to dictate the daily conversation and endless idolatry of players who have no investment into the team's winning or losing pains. The fan or fanatic is the tortured soul as the player is just a commodity of the league's cost of goods. His or her ability to play seems to be irrelevant when the NFL is just another grooming pit to engage a class of titans, teen or tiny.

As the league moved towards providing a lack of transparency of the game over the next three to four decades, that manifestation could also been seen in our daily transgressions. It got harder and harder to call a catch. Dallas Cowboy's infamous no-catch Dez is haunted with a football move, while the fan is supposed to accept this grossly false event. But it shaped the game and society as a whole. Forget the single game, the rigging is constant. A fan doesn't know going into the game what kind of ref is going to show up. After all, the ref gig is not a full time job and they are lawyers and doctors who are used to an endless supply of liability insurance.

Week after week, the NFL is another script writing version of the WWE with fans taunting one another and accepting the 'we gotta beat the refs too" mentality is just another acceptance of rigging that takes a tool on the taxing soul whose ledger looks heavy. Instead of football, the headlines ring in the drama of what bad call was made, what athlete got to throw a tantrum or other promotion of transgression bottled up into division that can propagate. The stats fantasy die-hards is tainted with yardage and gridiron paper math bets so the outcome is an after thought. The bandwagon fan is just there to party with the new T&A fanbase. So while, the old school die hard football fan has left the building it is evident in the streets, because the kids on the block aren't playing football in the grassy lot no more. The bars aren't filled with fans anymore, as Covidstan scared them off their barstools. The sidewalks don't fashion a ton of NFL merch no more as it used to be easy to spot a ton of local sports fans. The kids talk a little bit of trash because it is unescapable the NFL and its reach. But the backbone, the real NFL fan who used to relic in the game is gone. And now the league is dishing out plenty of fauxball. For the east coast band, there are plenty of other events to carry to gossip down the stream. But for the midwest diehards, football is the only way of life and it has been feeding off some dead souls for awhile now. The brain rot is not fun, but the walk down memory lane is pleasant for a few. For others, the notion that the NFL and their race baiting propaganda is the dirty deeds that are done dirt cheap that need an exorcism.

And for that reason, the old school fan can be found, but he isn't glued to the devilbox on Sunday no more. He is just talking about how the game pushed him past the point of no return. Somehow, some way, without any notice or warning or petition, but the NFL lost its mojo. They can't game, they can't ball. They can't even define a ball.

Well in a nation that has manifested fauxball It's been real and thanks for tuning in. Hope to see you next time. Much love. This has been real folk, real talk.