You can’t quit now. None of you.
This will always be the fundamental disconnect between the media/fans and the paid performers on the big stage. The consumer can choose when to check out and check back in. The player, good or bad, must ride the lightning all the way to the ground.
The plane is going down, so to hell with the pilot, right? I’m parachuting at 30,000 feet and moving on to the local division champs. Smooth ride to paradise and I’m all in with you. The same evacuees deride and ridicule for perceived sameness from athletes.
Every big paycheck comes with a price. The price is conditional love from your benefactor. It’s the classic struggle of win vs. when. Win and I love you. Lose and it’s when are we getting rid of this bum?
You get what you play for, Sammy Boy.
Maybe the St. Louis Rams should play without logos until they earn them back. Obviously, you don’t deserve them right now.
I bet you think this is about you.