Listening to James Harrison’s Parental Advice is Like Listening to Jenny McCarthy’s Vaccination Advice

How many parents, in lieu of resources like “League of Denial” would allow their children to play football, despite the risks of brain damage?

Not many, as with players like the late-Junior Seau (recently inducted to the Pro Football Hall of Fame), Troy Aikman (he doesn’t remember parts of Super Bowls he’s played) and Dave Duerson (the former Notre Dame standout went from being courted by the GOP to run for Senator to depression), football is rightfully questioned as an unhealthy activity.

So, given that, why would anyone listen to a football player’s advice in how to raise a child? Sure, Devin Hester is allegedly a children’s book author, but he’s the same player that struggles memorizing his playbook, including running routes. Hester excels at running back kicks, maybe the best ever. But remember, that’s same type of activity an intelligence-challenged Forrest Gump excelled at in his movie.

But given how quickly James Harrison’s parental advice made it’s rounds, you’d think the former Pittsburgh player wrote a mommy blog. He went on a rant about how he won’t let his sons have their participation trophies. Those trophies weren’t earned; his children need to learn to earn their cheap plastic mantle pieces. This is same Harrison who cherishes his handgun collection. Folks are taking this clown’s words seriously?:

…if you ever get him going on gun control, better whip out your Kevlar notepad. (Harrison says the answer to campus shootings is to arm all the teachers and students.)…

This is the same guy who has a domestic battery charge under his belt. And he’s not exactly the most sanitary person. We’re not talking about dirty hit on the football field, either. We all have problems with our bosses, but…:

My rep is James Harrison, mean son of a bitch who loves hitting the hell out of people,” he says. “But up until last year, there was no word of me being dirty — till Roger Goodell, who’s a crook and a puppet, said I was the dirtiest player in the league. If that man was on fire and I had to piss to put him out, I wouldn’t do it. I hate him and will never respect him.

So, why do we care about this man’s style of parenting? I’ve heard it suggested is that we’re so desperate for advise or that we’ve got short-attention spans. No one remembers Harrison’s riot act, they just see something that appeals to them. There has to be more. Perhaps it’s the general public and media feel snakebitten. Remember the outrage against Richard Sherman’s post-game gruntfest last year? This Stanford-educated black man was reduced to a thug. Sure, some of the criticism was valid. Who can’t forget Erin Andrews’ face?

Maybe there’s some white guilt for some media members after the rapid condemnation of Sherman. There’s a reluctance to call out Harrison’s past buffonery to place his words in the proper context.

Who cares about trophies? No one cares about an ESPY, and that even has a travesty of an award show. It’s time for Harrison to take a nap. Odds are, he won’t even remember his ramblings when he wakes up.

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