"It was Sunday, and Sunday is a good day for revenge. That was all
I cared about, nothing more. Football was in my blood. I am a slave to
it."
And....yes. Aren't we all.
It's
no secret that the works of Hunter S. Thompson have been an inspiration
to me pretty much my entire life, and the fact that his books are
categorized in most libraries in the social sciences section speaks of
the reverence that people smarter than me have for his razor sharp
insights of the social condition, if not for his style.
He
wrote of this condition - from mainstream America to the hippie scene
in the Bay area, and just about everything in between. He hung out with
people like Ken Kesey, Allister Crowley and the Hells Angels - and for
one brief span in the summer of 1973, with the Oakland Raiders.
An
insatiable football fan, Thompson wrote of the culture of the game.
The win-loss records and scores of the games rarely found their way into
his columns - his primary focus on the human element, and he told
stories of the experience, the atmosphere, the faces in the
crowd, the sights and smells, the grace, the power - because he figured
that there were enough hired geeks and beat writers to recite
numbers....
...and he didn't write about football often
- but he did enough of it that I'm certain he would be humored by the
media spectacle that is Tim Tebow - particularly now that Tebow is a
member of the New England Patriots - and that he would focus on the
culture and the experience and bring a bit of responsibility to the
media, whose main purpose for living in the offseason seems to be to
stir the fan population with a big stick.
So when news
of the signing of Tebow by New England broke on Monday and polarized
fans and media alike, mouth pieces from every media outlet in the
civilized world and Maine had an opinion, to the point that even
normally friendly social media chats became contentious as Patriots'
fans armed with the opinions of these hired geeks battled with
supporters of the signing like circa early 70's anti-war protesters and
riot cops.
It's a Renaissance of the dark and dirty
days of Thompson's prime, when he would hang out on the Oakland Raiders'
practice field and jabbered incessantly at John Madden and drew the ire
of Al Davis on more than a few occasions. Davis was a polarizing
presence himself, and there was no middle ground - either you loved him
or you hated him.
Except Thompson, who thought he was
human scum, but got a kick out of the way he would pace the sidelines
during practice and get in the players' faces and make Ken Stabler and
his receivers work on patterns for hours after practice had ended, which
is what caused Thompson to develop a love/hate relationship with Davis.
Thompson was clearly comfortable hanging out with the Raiders but Davis was not comfortable with him,
so the Doctor's experiment with the Raiders lasted about two and half
weeks - plenty of time for a football mind like Thompson's to learn
everything he needed to know. Davis was the boss of the Raiders, and he
didn't spend one second of his life worrying about what people thought
of him or his decisions.
Would Thompson think of
Belichick as human scum? For certain Belichick would loathe the good
doctor simply because he was a reporter - and Belichick is a lot like
Davis in many respects, and also because he has an intense desire to
control his environment, and if he wanted to bring in Tim Tebow and take
a look, by God he's going to do it - because he's the Boss of the
Patriots.
But maybe we can take the words of the dead
scribe, from lessons that he learned from being around the Raiders,
being around professional football and being around the scene in
Berkeley and Altamont and dealing with more street freaks and genuinely
dangerous people in one day than any of us will in a year to understand
the mind-set of this situation.
Trying to report on the
culture of Oakland and it's suburbs was hard dollar, but he was the
kind of writer that, by nature of his self-proclaimed style of "Gonzo
Journalism", absolutely had to be right in the middle of it. He got
arrested, tossed out of Raiders' headquarters and nearly stomped to
death by the Angels, but he kept going back.
Why? He
was fascinated by the people. He didn't care about their politics, per
se, he cared more about their methods - and this is where we are mired
now, in this rainy late spring in New England and at each other's
throats - but if we take the time to let his words soak into our
brainwashed minds, perhaps we can learn a 40 year old lesson as it
relates to Tim Tebow and Bill Belichick - because he had seen enough of these personalities to know.
"I have never felt comfortable around people who talk about their feelings for Jesus, or any other deity for that matter, because they are usually none too bright" Dr. Thompson begins, "Or
maybe "stupid" is a better way of saying it; but I have never seen much
point in getting heavy with either stupid people or Jesus freaks, just
as long as they don't bother me."
This story
is much about the base for Tebow's charisma and enormous aura, his
outspoken nature and deep faith either alienating or edifying sections
of the masses, rarely unifying - there seems to be no middle ground, and
as Thompson continues, he presents a pretty strong case for fans trying
to find a happy median:
"In a world as weird
and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who
can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else
deserves to be left alone." he concludes, "They will not inherit
the earth, but then neither will I... And I have learned to live, as it
were, with the idea that I will never find peace and happiness, either.
But as long as I know there's a pretty good chance I can get my hands on
either one of them every once in a while, I do the best I can between
high spots."
High spots for the New England
Patriots are otherwise known as Super Bowl championships, but even those
don't bring personal peace and happiness to anyone because once they
are won, the euphoria eventually dulls to pleasant memory, and then it's
on to the task of winning another.
It hasn't
happened in these parts for nearly a decade now, even though the
Patriots consistently have one of the best teams in the NFL year in and
year out, and it always seems like they're one play or player short of
nirvana - and who's to say who that player could be, that one guy that
could make that play to get to the next high spot?
Bill Belichick, that's who.
He's
the Boss of the Patriots, and if he chooses to bring in Tim Tebow and
pay him many dollars, that's his choice but he, as well as Tebow, will
have to learn to live with the idea that they may never find peace and
happiness until Belichick wins another trophy and Tebow realizes that
what he covets may not be possible, which will make the tabloidal
journalism go away...
...but together, they are going
to give it a shot - and if it works, great. If not, well, that's ok,
too. The Patriots are still an elite team and Tebow was looking for a
job when he found this one, so nothing would have changed except the
fans at each other's throats will continue to divide Patriots'
Nation, until it's too late to pretend that it never happened.
Because,
after all, football is in our blood, and we are slaves to it - but if
we let this episode in Patriots history define us as a fan base, we will
have become slaves to something more sinister than football could ever
be: Hired geeks.
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