For the past few months, I have seen how serious some people are about their sports, particularly their football. I am truly amazed at how emotions run deep when it comes to a game. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little disturbed as to how much Dallas fans and Pittsburgh fans hate each other.

I have family members who have never been to Dallas and have no intentions of ever going there. They will, however, give their lives for the football team. I have seen more lamps and tables broken on any given Sunday than any other day of the week. I have seen grown men express their hatred for one another. I have seen fights at family reunions. I have literally seen families torn apart because there was a Dallas fan in the family who refused to switch to the other side. Wearing football gear from either one of these teams is like wearing the wrong gang colors in the wrong territory.

I will admit that I have never been much of a football fan. Now before you football fanatics gang up and make a bee line to my front door to put a hurting on me, let me add that I actually I have never been much of a sports fan at all. So no offense to football.

But if you think fans take this game way too serious, you should see how serious it is taken by the people who run the game.

Now nearly everyone in the country will be tuned to a television this Sunday for “The Big Game at the End.” Why would I call it that instead of the “S_ _ _ _ _ _ _L”?    Well, it’s my understanding that due to copyright laws, I can’t. Really! You can’t even say the word “S_ _ _ _ _ _ _L” on the radio. Notice that the announcers always say “The Big Game?” We can’t even give you details on the game as it is happening.

As a matter of fact, the N_ _ or better yet, “The Football People” have protected their brand to the highest degree thinkable. See, I cannot even call “them” by their real name, because they have copyrights to that too. Notice earlier in the column, I only mentioned the city of the team? Yes, you guessed it, they own copyrights to the individual team names too! Crazy, huh?

I am pretty sure all of you die hard football fanatics can fill in the blanks quite easily, even if you cannot remember your children’s full names. Thankfully I can still say the word “Football”… at least for the time being.   

Hey, if you’re looking for a place to hang out on Sunday, you should join us at the Rumba Room for the “The Big Game.” Come on out and root for your team as we have games, giveaways and fun. If you wear your favorite team jersey, you could be chosen to win a couple of tickets to the Valentines Day Concert featuring Karen Brown. Go to Memphisrebirth.com for more information.

Catch me next week as I share my knowledge on how to have a wonderful but affordable Valentine’s Day weekend. Trust me, fellas, you don’t want to miss this!

Ask Myron:

Q: “Myron, what is your take on this year’s Grammy Awards?”

F. Gregory, Memphis

A: You really want to know, huh? Maybe I have turned into my parents. I used to be the first one in front of the television as a kid waiting in excitement to see the Grammys. Not anymore. I have come to the conclusion that today’s music – or most of it – wasn’t created for people like me. You know, “old people.” Yeah, I know I’m only 36. But still, I just can’t follow it. Let’s just say now I understand my parents.  

(Myron Mays is a freelance columnist and host of “Myron at Midnite” on WRBO Soul Classics 103.5. Got an entertainment question? Send me an email at myron@myronmays.com or catch me on Facebook and Twitter. If your question is printed in the column, I’ll send you a couple of free tickets to the Stax Museum of American Soul Music.)