I don't much like pro football — you know, the brain injuries, the taxpayer-funded megastadiums, the monopoly ownership structure.
Still, as I watch all the purple-clad folks arriving in my neighborhood around U.S. Bank Stadium on Vikings game days, and mixing with a different tribe — say, green-clad Packers fans — I can't help but think that pro football may have lessons for a nation struggling with political division.
I've long argued that the major merit in pro football is that it's better than war between the city-states. The citizens of Minneapolis and Green Bay don't send armies to lay siege upon the other. Instead, one of the cities hosts a spectacle that pits two smallish groups of hefty, highly paid athletes against each other within rule-based combat.
Members of each tribe who don't take the field get to participate by sporting tribal insignia (horns and braids vs. cheese wedges) and chanting in support of their representative warriors. At the end of the competition, they cheer if their side won and moan if they didn't.
Regardless, they head for home (or the nearest bar) and prepare to repeat the ritual against another city-state's tribe the following week. They don't spend much time, even in defeat, trumpeting the bad motives and stupid ideas of the other tribe.
Another good thing about these tribes: They are themselves highly diverse, crossing religious, ethnic, gender and even (partially) class lines. Indeed, it may well be, as some commentators have noted, that football is the country's true unifying religion!
Maybe the analogy isn't perfect. After all, the winners of a Vikings-vs.-Packers game don't get to set policies and new rules for the losing tribe.
Still, it's the Game of Football that counts, including acceptance of a set of rules (that can be updated by the overseers of the Game).