Gabriele Gravina, the president of the Italian Football Federation, has officially resigned following their disastrous flop in World Cup qualifying. He saw that his organization had failed, he took accountability, and he stepped down. I am staring at my laptop screen in absolute awe. I want to resign. I want to draft a formal letter to the universe resigning from my position as an Adult Male.
The Crushing Weight of Responsibility
Gravina gets to just walk away because his team couldn’t kick a ball into a net. Meanwhile, I forgot to pay my electric bill on time, and my credit score dropped 15 points. Where is my option to resign? I want to hold a press conference in my kitchen, look at my cat, and say, “Due to a series of catastrophic life choices and an inability to manage my finances, I am stepping down as Kip Drordy effective immediately.”
Fleeing in Shame
Taking accountability is terrifying. Fleeing in shame is the ultimate luxury. Italy is burning down in football terms, and this guy gets to just go sit on a yacht in the Amalfi coast and ignore his phone. I am going to draft my resignation letter tonight. I don’t know who I’m sending it to, but I’m done participating in this flop of a life.
