I grew up in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, before they had satellite TV.  As such, on the Monday after the Super Bowl, everyone on the entire base would try to get through the day without knowing who had won the game.  That night, after a tape of the game had been flown down from the U.S., we'd watch the game and be riveted to our TVs.  The military TV stations weren't allowed to show private commercials, so we would all greet a Pepsi or McDonalds commercial that might slip by the censors with wondrous applause.  The NFL was my passion, along with my sainted Dolphins, with Gods Bob Griese and Dan Marino at the helm. Today, however, I doubt I'll watch another NFL game, and I most certainly won't spend a penny on NFL merchandise. Why?  It's simple.  The NFL, helmed by men who are ostensibly some of the smartest businessmen in America, literally helped bring America to the brink of revolution, maybe even led...(Read Full Article)