From a pieces-of-the-pie standpoint, Ed, the uber-inflated salaries of the players, thereby the uber-extravagant salaries of the coaches, office personal, BOD, CEO, thereby the cost to the fans in the stands, well…all the costs on the whole damnable trickledown, in the big 3 professional sports, it’s easy to go along with your falling off the fan base. (Not to mention player attitudes gone awry.) It is agitating to me, somewhere the line has to be drwn and the curve set, before we mine the whole pretty thing down to desert wasteland, Earth like a cat’s-eye marble circling the disillusioned sun. In the same way, well kinda-sorta, the corporo-pop-music industry, overwhelmed by recycled beat-tracks of cold rolled-plastic pop and the gangsta rap that has almost completely removed the charm from the Billboard ..and MTV & the Rolling Stone, etc. Between this newfangled medical street my lady & I are now steel belted to and the digitized pop culture that I am fully (unfortunately/fortunately) incapable of relating to, …jeez, Ed, I can only hope Earth is JUST simply in a whirlybird cycle of the betrollopped, a more angry, militant, vicious and disturbed dispirited version of the worst of the Seventies, and by the time you and I are old and grizzled (you a little sooner than me, I figure..but who knows), talent and ability will rise back to the top with the cream, and WallSt. will have their narcissistic hands out of our ASSets and off our fackin’ FOOD supply, and op-shelf salaries will level off at a million dollars a pop. I don’t know, we’re in a pickle ..it seems.  There’s NO wonder, anymore, there hasn’t been a world TRIAGE tour w/ 5 semis and an inflated flying chainsaw @ the source. Something to do with personal INTEGRITY, probably. …..Or abject consternation & incredulity for the ...Whole ..Bloody ..Mess.

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