We continue Football Week with a look back at the greatest mustachioed players to ever step onto the gridiron…
As you may have noticed, it’s Fashion Week in NYC, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t still Football Week here on Kempt.
And whether or not you’ve decided to break up with football on the professional level, that shouldn’t stop you from getting out there for a little amateur hour sometime this fall—could be an impromptu game of touch or dominating your in-laws’ family Thanksgiving tradition…
To continue Football Week on Kempt, our DC correspondent pens a Dear John letter to the NFL.
It’s over between us. I’m moving on.
You probably thought I’d never leave. Not after 29 years together. But I just can’t do it anymore. Yeah, we may have a backslide or two—a stolen glance at a scoreboard, a drunken tryst on the occasional Monday night—but as a relationship, we’re deader than pigskin.
I know what you’re thinking: this is probably about the parade of concussions and other grisly injuries. Or the slap-on-the-wrist suspensions for wife beating. Or the maybe-racist team nickname. Or the byzantine set of rules.
With the NFL finally returning to regular season action, we’re deeming it Football Week here on Kempt.
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