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Bean Therapy And The NFL

     Hey, everyone. I know it's an odd title. There is a lady I know who has a lot of trouble with her feet. She heard about a form of treatment that entails using two cans of beans, (really, two cans of anything will do) as a massage tool. What people are doing is this. They keep two cans of beans in the freezer all day. When they get home from work they sit down in a chair and take their shoes and socks off. Then they lay the cans on the floor, turned on their sides. They proceed to put their feet on the cans and roll them gently back and forth underfoot. Yeah, I know. It's really strange. Don't get the impression that I am advocating this. I merely found it interesting.
    I've heard that certain areas of the feet have nerve endings that effect different parts of the body. Many years ago I injured my back at work and they sent me to a therapy place where I underwent massages. Certainly I had back massages, but much of the therapy was on my feet. It was a nice experience. I know that pedicures are much in vogue at the malls around the U.S.A.
     Speaking of feet, let's talk a little football. It seems that as far as professional football is concerned, all we will have is talk for this upcoming season.
    The NFL and the players union do not appear to be near a settlement. Surprised? Noooooo. Back several months ago, before all the battle was started between the two sides, I watched a segment on 60 Minutes. It was about the Union rep, I believe his name is Smith. They profiled him because he had taken over from Gene Upshaw, who had died. Gene, the former great Oakland Raider, was a people person. He understood how to get things done. The new guy, not so much, I think. It is not my intent to attack anyone. When I first saw the new guy I could tell he was looking for confrontation, like he had something to prove. This is the wrong attitude to bring to a negotiating table. In fact, it is directly opposed to the very word 'negotiation'. It takes two reasonable people to make a marriage work or to make a business partnership work. You can't work a job, have a friendship or even have a successful date if you have the wrong attitude going in. I believe that the younger NFL players wanted a more militant attitude from their union and they have certainly got it.
     Am I blaming Mr. Smith for the current state of affairs? Noooo. I'm just saying that it takes two to tango. When I  saw the 60 Minutes piece, I thought to myself, "Gee, I'm glad I don't have those season tickets to the Falcons".
     I have been an NFL fan for about 52 years, since the first game was televised. I had season tickets to the Falcons for years. But, you know what? I don't care if they cancel the whole season. They might not like it when millions of fans find out there is more to life than watching football. Sometimes, when we get too big for our britches, a little humble pie is therapy, just like an ice cold can of beans. Hey, I've got an idea. Maybe the two sides could sit in a room and roll frozen cans of beans under their feet for a while. Barefoot and mellow, they might be a bit more reasonable. I'm sure they have people on both sides who are fierce business men. Maybe they could have a little wine and watch a good sports movie, like "For Love Of The Game". Ha, Ha. Didn't that title work good there?
    A few months ago, I wrote a post called NFL Seppuku. It was in February of 2011. You can check it out by looking to your right and scrolling down to February.
    Have a great day. I'm CE Wills.
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