The NFL, in its persistent pursuit of cash, has bitten off more than we can chew.
And “we,” the common fans before legalized sports gambling caused Roger Goodell & Co. to perform a shameless moral 180, used to be the mother’s milk of the league.
Now it’s those who will sit through a blowout to sweat out their Over/Under action, their prop bets and advertised, NFL-sanctioned wagers they made on the game at halftime — as promoted to mostly young suckers. NFL-licensed pawn shops await.
That end is well-served by the NFL, which now has more games on more days and nights than you can shake a TV Guide at. Sunday days and nights, Saturday days and nights, Monday nights, Thursday nights, Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Day, morning starts for games sold to be played in Europe, games in South and Central America.
