Paris Review: Nauseating, Violent, and Ours.

What disturbs me about this, is that I can imagine some groups in the Deep South celebrating their memories of a lynching in the same manner.  "Cold brutality." "Warming influence of the intervening years." "Group membership." "Nostalgia." "They’re not mean. They’re just religious." Maybe I'm just being a hard-ass this morning.

Video of the incident.

[Caveat: I never 'got' football. I can watch it with others, but if alone, it's not something I've ever spent the time to follow. My first roommate in college was quarterback for the football team. Seeing the culture from the inside convinced me that the football was not really beneficial to civilization.]