September 11th 2009 00:06
The smell of suntan lotion has faded into the cool September air and is replaced by the aroma of Buffalo wings and beer. The sounds of whistles, once blown by lifeguards, are now used by Referees on the gridiron. Football is finally here! Yes that is correct, no longer do we have to wade through the dog days of summer watching boring baseball games over and over again. This year there are many intriguing story lines unfolding and questions that remain unanswered. Will Tom Brady’s knee hold up to perform like his MVP year of 2007? Can Brett Favre’s courageous return to the NFL propel the Viking’s to reach the Super Bowl? Insert sarcasm here. Will justified dog protesters kill Michael Vick before he supplants Donavan McNabb as the Eagles starting QB? Can the Giants win enough games with a Pop Warner receiving core and a top-notch defense to claim back the NFC title? Will T.O. make a difference by switching leagues or will it be just another MTV show in the making with him doing sit-ups? Can Big Ben stay out of the news and the courtroom long enough to defend his Super Bowl crown? Will Aaron Rodgers make fans forget about the ghost of Brett Favre in New York, Minnesota, sorry Green Bay? Can L.T. and Antonio Gates stay healthy enough to dodge the critics and finally lead their team past the AFC Championship game? Have the Colts and Peyton Manning’s window of opportunity finally closed? Don’t worry Peyton; you still have those great commercials, “Cut that meat”. Can Rex Ryan shut his mouth long enough to actually coach a game for the J-E-T-S, JETS-JETS-JETS? Will Ocho Cinco have more tweets on his twitter account than yards caught for the Bengal’s this year? Who will be this year’s Cinderella team, just as the Cardinals were last year? Well, as I look into my crystal ball found at the bottom of my Rum and Coke, I see a very large dog hair. No seriously I do! Anyway, time will tell, and it all starts with tonight’s game. Let’s give the Chumps, sorry Champs, their due with a close hard fought victory over Tennessee 20 to 17. Let the games begin.
The Philadelphia Eagles, who reside in the city of brotherly love, turned its back on mans best friend by signing Michael Vick to a two-year contract. Old Yeller, Benji, and Lassie must be turning over in their graves. Let’s forget the fact that he had immense talent for a second, and move on to the bigger picture. The Eagles have dived into P.R. suicide with this circus act know as Michael Vick. What are the Eagles going to do for fan appreciation day? Show how to properly drown, torture, than murder your dog slowly for the love of the game? I have an idea, half off prices in the gift shop for nooses and books on how to starve your pet into becoming a monster. It is amazing that people can forgive athletes for their wrong doings, as long as that person is able to help their team. Let’s thank God that the Unabomber or the Son of Sam could not catch or throw a football, otherwise, there would be a contract waiting in the wings for them when they got out of jail. Lets hope that the commissioner does the right thing and suspends Michael Vick for the entire year just like he did with Donte Stallworth. So much for holding my breath. Week three Michael Vick will run down the tunnel and out onto the Linc to begin his football rehab. I say forget the NFL’s three-strike rule and move on to justice. Did any of the dogs that Michael Vick killed and tortured have a second chance? Let the protests begin!
Jet Blue offers one-way tickets from Boston to Oakland for $414, which is much cheaper than the ticket Bill Belichick and the Patriots would have had to pay to keep Richard Seymour in New England. In the meantime, the frequent flier miles for the Patriot Express continues to pile up as Richard Seymour flew the coup yesterday for the Oakland Raiders. As a reminder to all who play for the Patriots, Bill Belichick will do what ever is needed in securing the future of this football team for years to come. Since their last Super Bowl win, the Patriots defense has become slower, older, and more predictable. No longer is the mad scientist able to disguise flaws in his ever-changing defensive schemes. Father Time reaches all eventually and as much as Vrabel, McGinest, Bruschi, and Seymour were great players, their value to their team diminished. As cold as it may seem, once Belichick sees this he severs the cord. Football may be a game but in the end it is just business. Most fans are emotionally attached; they wear blinders while reminiscing of players performances from years past instead of seeing what is actually in front of them on the television. And from what I have seen, the defense that has brought us three Super Bowl winners and years of excitement has finally run out of gas. So don’t panic Patriot fans, for as many flights depart Logan there is another one arriving on the Patriot Express.
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