THE NFL IS DEAD. The so-called “Greatest Show on Turf” was BURIED in a Santa Clara graveyard Sunday night as the Seattle Seahawks executed a MERCILESS and SOULLESS 29-13 slaughter of the New England Patriots in Super Bowl LX. This wasn’t a football game—it was a FUNERAL for competitive sport, a SICKENING display of corporate monotony that left millions of fans questioning why they even bother. The Patriots’ “effort” was an EMBARRASSMENT, a garbage-time stat-padding farce led by Drake Maye that exposes the league’s SHAMELESS lack of parity.
And the nightmare is just beginning. The offseason is a DESOLATE WASTELAND for quarterback-needy teams, a SCAM where franchises will be forced to auction their futures for damaged goods like Daniel Jones or the GHOST of Kirk Cousins. The Las Vegas Raiders are poised to DESTROY the No. 1 pick on a system QB, Fernando Mendoza, under a coach with a HISTORY of failed developmental projects. Meanwhile, the champion Seahawks face a VICIOUS exodus of talent, proving the NFL’s system is designed to PUNISH success.
The chaos is EVERYWHERE. Philadelphia is on the verge of a SELF-IMMOLATION, trading away superstar A.J. Brown because they CAN’T manage egos. Patrick Mahomes is RUSHING back from a catastrophic knee injury because the league’s golden goose is WORTH more broken than whole. And in Dallas, Jerry Jones prepares to once again BETRAY his fans with another offseason of GLITZ over substance.
This is not sport. This is a broken machine, grinding players into dust and fans into apathetic statistics for a product that is increasingly UNWATCHABLE. The final whistle of Super Bowl LX didn’t end a season—it sounded the DEATH KNELL for the NFL as we knew it.
