My little sister and I grew up with sports being a very integral part of our youth. We played softball from kindergarten until high school graduation (catcher, here!) We played on our church’s private school soccer team until high school graduation. From the 7th grade until I graduated high school, I was a hurdler, long jumper, and relay team member on our Track & Field team (My sister set school records, & I got to compete at the Regional level- one under state championship, and we have the gold, silver & bronze medals to prove it. …in a shoebox … in the basement…)
Okay? I’m not bragging (I mean, but come on, there are talented ladies in my family. My cousin played Softball for the United States Coast Guard -catcher too), I’m letting IT BE KNOWN that I’m not coming from a background which does not appreciate sports.
That being said, I knew there was a reason I loathe spectator sports. The angry nazi-fem in me wants to batman slap the men who ogle the television screen, drooling at the commercials of scantily-clad women during half-time, beer in greasy little hand.
I am disgusted at the thousands who flock to the stadiums Sunday mornings instead of church. (I always give the benefit of the doubt and try to assume everyone went to Saturday Night Mass instead… yeah… thousands)
I am disgusted that championship days are treated like Holy days in the homes of so many, gathered around the alter of the television, partaking in the sacraments of potato chips and beer, hallelujahs at touchdowns, cursing and swearing at interceptions.
That is simply the Debbie Downer in me. I know for many families, this doesn’t ring true. I know it’s nice to have a reason for family to gather and enjoy something everyone likes instead of arguing over religion or politics.
But what really got me going is knowing that ”The Super Bowl is “the single largest human trafficking incident in the U.S.,”
Really? There’s a correlation between the two?
I think, if you’re someone who has the ability to scratch the surface of a subject and think an inch deeper (as fellow blogger I can’t recall right now once wrote, ”Oh, but to think an inch deeper!”), one could easily place man, beer, sports, moral relativism (“it’s right because it’s right for me!”), and sex together. SIMPLY WATCH THE COMMERCIALS.
“For all the fun of Super Bowl sportsmanship and competition and boost to tourism, host cities have long seen an unwanted, dark element to the weekend fueled by testosterone, excessive drinking and the party hard atmosphere. That element is sex trafficking, the Super Bowl’s ugly, secretive stepsister.
Each year, thousands of young girls are trafficked to Super Bowl cities with the express purpose of fulfilling sexual desires and lining the pockets of pimps and organized crime rings.”
Last year, The Washington Post wrote about this as well:
I could go on, and on. and on. I’ll list some more sites at the bottom, but what I want to make known is that there are people who are doing something about this.
The Catholic Sisters of the Holy Cross are a group, out of many, responsible for intercepting and saving many young women. My cathsorority sister, at FinelinenandPurple says last year, they rescued a 9 year old girl.