Vernon
Davis had just scored the second-biggest touchdown of his career. Sure, it was
only the second quarter, but the San Francisco 49er tight end had just caught a
73-yard touchdown pass to put his team ahead with a spot in the Super Bowl
going to the victor. After his dash down the sideline to the endzone, he leaped
over a row of photographers and ran over to the television camera stand and
jumped on it. He stayed there for four or five seconds at most before jumping
down to celebrate with his teammates. For that, his team was penalized 15 yards
on the ensuing* kickoff because the NFL officials find such actions to be excessively
celebratory.
*The only time you ever hear the word “ensuing”
is in conjunction with kickoff. I’m hoping my pastor concludes his sermon this
week by saying “in our ensuing sermon next Sunday, we’ll be discussing” Jesus
or peace or what New England has to do to contain the Giants front four during
the Super Bowl.
Look,
I get that the league doesn’t want a Peter Griffin inspired song and dance
after every touchdown, but penalties for excessive celebration serves only one
real purpose that I can find. It’s to reinforce to the fans and spectators that
this contest is serious business and needs to be shown the utmost respect and
dignity.
LEAGUE
OFFICIALS: What? The players are having fun and showing emotion on the field?
This can not be. We must stop this.
And,
thus, the dumbest rule in sports: the excessive celebration rule.
On
some level, I can understand league officials and even team owners wanting to
portray the games as a serious battle between groups of gladiators meeting on
the battlefield prepared to wage war (you didn’t blink twice at the war
metaphor, did you?). By presenting the game as some larger than life event with
ruins of biblical proportions to visit the vanquished while the victor will
feast on the finest meats and cheeses in all the land, all brought to them by
maidens is togas who will then fan the players with giant tree leaves, it gives
the impression the game matters.
Even
broadcasters, who work for media companies who have paid princely sums of money
to the league for the right to broadcast the games, have a vested interest in
portraying the games as life-or-death struggles. Ideally, they’d be able to
show a little self-awareness and realize they’re talking about a game.
But
the fans. Oh, the fans. I, too, was like many of you once. I wanted players to “act
like they’ve been there before” and to “go about their business like
professionals.” I hated the endless celebrating after every catch. I cringed at
the touchdown dances. All if it was too much. I couldn’t take it.
Then,
like Elwood Blues, I saw the light. It’s a game. And that’s it. It’s ONLY a
game. The same game you play with your friends on Thanksgiving when you’re a little
kid only without the television cameras, crowd, lights, announcers, huge
contracts and your game gets cut short because you have to wash your hands
before dinner. It’s supposed to be entertainment. So what if the guy gets a
first down and then wants to spend the next 45 seconds dancing a jig reminiscent
of Riverdance. Other than the five-yard penalty his team will get for delay of
game, there’s no harm. I don’t get mad when a guitarist goes on an extended
solo at a rock concert. I’m there to be entertained. Same when I’m watching a
football game. I want to be entertained, and amusing celebrations are fun.
It
may not be exactly what country singer Lee Ann Womack meant when she said “I
hope you dance,” but NFL players, I hope you dance. Dance like millions of
people are watching, because we are. I hope next season when Vernon Davis
scores a touchdown, he runs to a camera, strikes a pose from the movie “Gladiator”
and screams “Are you not entertained?”