Goodell you disappoint me, you disappoint footballs most loyal fans, you’ve

dishearten our children and you failed footballs past!

I grew up on a cul-de-sac in a neighborhood full of all boys, and even though I was picked last they always let me play. I was that little blonde tomboy running with “the boys”, on that make shift field outlined by scattered clothes. Shirts marked the sidelines, shoes bordered the end zones, and hole ridden socks distinguished the hash marks on our heavily trafficked dead grass lawns. That gridiron was the place where everyone in our neighborhood pretended to be footballs greatest icons: Walter Payton, Lawrence Taylor, Reggie White, Joe Montana, Dan Marino or my then favorite Brian Cox. It never mattered if it was rain or shine, that field was our game time and our second home.

I know my generation didn’t have the same players as my uncles, my father and even grandfather, however we all dreamed the same dreams and loved the same game. Now you, Roger Goodell, NFL board members, and franchise owners are sucking the sole of tradition away.

Football has held a place in my life, inside my heart and I thought it could never disappoint me. This game has been there for me, it’s the place I go on Sunday’s, and the teams are the friends I meet. So to witness the threat to my ritual and weekly happiness is downright shameful and had become a personal fight to me.

There have been changes to the game and we fans have all seen the game evolve. Except with these changes it is not still our game Mr. Roger Goodell it has become yours.

Goodell, you know more than many what it’s like to work inside those historic walls, and for someone who has witness 2 strikes and now a possible lockout you will be responsible for tearing them down.

The NFL is a nonprofit organization, and I do believe our congress approved this application with the promise “to better our community”. The community you are threatening is not just the NFPLA, it’s the entire United States and the global community. The world enjoys football, and I am sure you’re well aware of your stage. So I am forewarning you this charade of greed will be detrimental in too many ways.

Today, it’s my turn to call my son home at sundown and pull him of that field. However, what I find so heart breaking is trying to explain to him how the tradition of American football is slowly slipping away.

*So answer me this you vultures, you greedy slimy snakes:

What would footballs past say to all of this?

What has become of America’s finest tradition?