Yet, the NFL, who has lots of revenue sharing, is basically allowing shit ball organizations to prosper in the face of organizational failure.
Case in point, the Cincinnati Bengals and owner Mike Brown, ranked 31st of the worst owners in the NFL beating only a 80 year old senile, douche bag in Al Davis. Here's what Yahoo sports had to say about Mr. Brown......
It’s hard to put Brown’s philosophy in its proper context, but here’s a loaded attempt: He’s the 21st century’s answer to a Communist Party bigwig in the Soviet Union’s heyday – gaming a system steeped in shared revenues for his own benefit while setting new standards among his peers for brazen laziness. Says one owner: “Anything that’s going to force him to do any extra work, he speaks out against it.” In recent months, Brown voiced opposition to the league’s moves to allow teams to cut sponsorship deals with state lotteries and hard-liquor providers and to sell advertising decals on practice jerseys. When Saints owner Tom Benson asked for a waiver on club-seat revenues to help fund improvements at the Superdome – part of an admirable transformation that has pushed him away from his usual spot at or near the bottom of these rankings – Brown was the lone Grinch in the meeting room. “It’s a great American story, Tom Benson defying the skeptics and keeping the Saints in New Orleans, and [expletive] Mike Brown speaks out against it,” the same owner says. “Meanwhile, the guy has the best stadium deal ever. It was completely built for him and he has no operating expenses. He probably makes more money than any of us.” Nonetheless, Brown repeatedly advocates for additional handouts from his larger-market peers via revenue-sharing and spends as little of it as he can get away with on employees. Sometimes it pays off – I guess. After months of low-balling sixth overall draft pick Andre Smith(notes), the big tackle caved and took a below-market deal at the tail end of training camp. Then again, Smith suffered a stress fracture in his foot two days after reporting. Perhaps the football gods have a sense of humor.
A couple of years ago, I decided to quit the NFL. I'll admit to watching a game if it's on TV every once in a while but I don't play fantasy, do pools, or anything if I think Mike Brown's getting his grubby as hands on the money.
My greatest hope in life is that there is an ebola outbreak at the next NFL owner's meeting and Mike Brown and the McCaskey family (ranked 30th by the way) are wiped out in a painful, tortuous bout of lethal diarrhea.
Then maybe I'll start watching again.
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