Last week opponents against spousal abuse received what most consider to be a huge slap in the face from the NFl. Well, at least that is how the media has been describing it. Spousal abuse has no place anywhere, and the NFL is not an exception to this rule. But maybe they are?
The media backlash came after Ray Rice, a running back for the Baltimore Ravens, received a two game suspension for beating his wife unconscious in an elevator. Now news of this incident has been around for months, but it came back into the limelight with the NFL’s “punishment” for Rice .
My Re-Education Lessons
As a high level volleyball athlete at
Endicott College, I experienced pain in my right knee the majority of my
seasons. It didn’t always slow me down, but during my junior year the pain
became so much that I could barely walk after practice and had to be in the gym
or athletic training room to warm up an hour before the team even arrived just
so I would be able to practice. As the starting libero, I was reluctant to sit
out practices for fear of losing out on playing time; something I feel like
most athletes go through during their career.
In 2006, the first year that I had ever watched the NBA, the Miami HEAT
won the NBA Championship behind a heroic effort from Dwyane Wade and several
other former stars in Gary Payton, Jason Williams, Antoine Walker, and let’s
not forget about Shaq; along with another longstanding leader with the HEAT in
Udonis Haslem. I fell in love with Wade’s midrange game and his effortless
ability to soar through the air. Their play entrapped me and not only made me
lifelong Miami HEAT fan but also an NBA fan.
Swept by the lowly Cubs and put on the cusp of their 50th loss of the season, it’s time to call it quits for any expectation of the Red Sox competing for a post-season slot this year. The most astounding one-sided run in recent memory – that is, when one team surged mightily without much benefit from the collapse of a different team – was the 2011 Cardinals. The Braves didn’t do themselves much good in that run, but it is extremely uncharitable to characterize their year as a collapse. The Cardinals simply took the reins starting in early August and never once looked back, all the way to an epic seven game World Series victory.
There was a point during Saturday’s game where I saw the possibility that Jon Lester could successfully pitch a no-hitter and we still lose the game. A boneheaded error by Drew, a wild HBP, a deft sacrifice bunt by Gardner, and a canny fielder’s choice RBI by Jeter knotted the score at one with the box still reading no hits. “Perfect,” I thought. After the downright embarrassing shutout from the hated Yankees the night before and being pounded by the Mariners for a three-day score of 10-24 I almost reveled in the prospect of having our ace twirl his second career no-no and collecting a loss for his efforts.