Reading about Harlem numbers in the 20s and 30s made me think immediately of 2020s sportsbook operations a century later. There’s a big difference. At their inception, the numbers and policy games of the last century used winning numbers based on objective daily performance of the financial markets. For a while, these gave way to horse racing parimutuels. To the contrary, human athletic performance lights the sportsbook fuse exploding in the 2020s fandom population.
My primary thoughts were about the sports book focus on the NFL and what I see there as an objectification and depersonalization of the athletes and the devaluation of team camaraderie. In short, sportsbook has monetized the efforts of NFL player athletes (a little more than 70% of whom are non-whites) to the detriment of their recognition
and appreciation as persons. These sports figures are no longer emulated as potential role models. Instead, they are dehumanized chattel worth only the money they can provide for those who control the economy--the vendors--who also victimize those bettors who become addicted to chasing the promise of riches, often to the wreck-and-ruin of their lives and that of their families.
Sports book syndication popularized in operations such as DraftKings and FanDuel have taken over professional athletics. Nowhere is this more evident than in the NFL. (And that lengthening shadow is darkening collegiate sports as well).
This viewpoint appears to many, I know, to be far-fetched and, seemingly, an hysterical overreach — rather than a possible valid insight to consider. But all I heard over and over again last month in the days after Damar Hamlin’s Monday Night Football horrific on-field collapse was how fans, commentators, and sportscasters were stunned into realizing the player was being thought of as a human being, a person, with a mother (in attendance), and teammates, and friends, and a community benefitting from his activism.
I wrote later in that first week of January: “So now thankfully Mr. Hamlin begins to recover. Yet games will be played this weekend again and the monetization of effort and victimization—of athletes and fans alike—will resume with the whistling of the opening kickoffs.”
The personal excellence of the individual athlete and the achievement of team excellence, once heroic and held up as a civics lesson and for modeling to aspiring youths, have been subjugated to nothing more than a transactional pseudo-relationship. The player has become an avatar—stripped of personality and devoid of competitive camaraderie and team identity. And a fandom’s lusting desire to monetize that performance, in real time or in a fantasy, contorts and seeks to control it for profit and gain. This collective body of surrogating onlookers and dreamers is equally victimized on most weekends by that syndication of wealth transfer.
Most sadly, those treasure-tempted avatars themselves retire after a short career of labor in the fields, bearing their scars for life, not on their welted backs and thighs, but in their broken bones and torn sinew and in CTE’s confusion and darkness of spirit; with none of those gambled dimes and nickels, and more, set aside for their care.