Many years ago, I was a football fan — a diehard, even. I stuck with the Panthers through seasons so bad they should’ve been classified as disaster zones, and I relished the rare payoff of seeing them claw their way to a Super Bowl. Those days are long gone. The NFL has morphed into a walking parody of itself—a late-night comedy sketch scripted straight from a corporate DEI handbook, spliced with what used to be satire about effeminacy. From the heavy-handed political sermons to the nonstop social engineering, it’s become an endurance test I have no interest in taking. And...