OK I’ve already ranted but it’s a new season and we’ve got a new URL so HERE I GO AGAIN.
Dear Marketing Goons of the NFL,
I know that selling off advertising space during your games is fantastically lucrative and helps you pay for things like players retirement and insurance and whatever the hell else you guys do. And I’m OK with you being a FOR PROFIT institution. I am not asking you to be a charity.
What I am asking you to do, is to reflect, oh so briefly, on the fact that there are LITERALLY thousands of companies with the cash to pay for a spot on Sunday afternoon games. TONS AND TONS AND TONS.
So why, oh why, when the little old ladies are just pulling off their gloves after church are you people blasting SAW XXVIIIV commercials? See, I was a real TV Nazi for several years with my children. I’ve lightened up. I never used to let them watch network TV that hadn’t been TiVo’d because of inappropriate content.
My children are 7, 5 and 5. Their mother LOVES a good slasher movie. However, it is my preference that they not even know they EXIST.
To show you that I’m reasonable, I’d never ask you to STOP showing these sort of commercials during night games. If my kids are up late well then that’s my issue isn’t it? But really – 1:47 pm on a Sunday just isn’t appropriate.
I want football games to be FAMILY time. Apple Pie, the USA and the NFL and all that jazz – coming through my television as we root for the Colts or the Falcons. I want it to be positive, where we talk about sportsmanship or why Ray Lewis now and forever shall be a thug.
What I don’t want, is to have to frantically grab my children saying “LOOK AWAY LOOK AWAY” why my husband quickly grabs the remote.
I won’t get into the ethics of slasher films, they’re a pretty base genre but I’ll admit to liking them. I’d have probably gone to the Colosseum as well and enjoyed watching the Christians get theirs.
But I wouldn’t have taken my kids.
I’m asking the NFL to please not make me turn into Tipper Gore on this issue.
She has sort of bad hair. And she annoys me.