Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts

Friday, December 27, 2013

Cowboys vs. Eagles Round Two: The Shitty Sequel

               How many movies are classic and then completely ruined by a shitty sequel (Hey Anchorman 2!)?  Well be prepared for the NFL equivalent of that this Sunday night when the Cowboys and Eagles take the field for a winner-take-all showdown between the two hottest teams in the…

…wait, what’s that?  The Cowboys needed a last second, fourth and ten touchdown pass from Tony Romo to Demarco Murray just to make this game count for something?  In doing so they snapped a two game losing streak?  They also lost their quarterback for the rest of the season (regardless of what Jerry Jones tells you) and their defense hasn’t stopped anyone all year except for the Eagles (who were on their third-string quarterback at that point)?  

What’s that?  The Eagles lost just two weeks ago to the lowly Vikings without their only legitimate offensive weapon? 

What’s that?  The Cowboys just signed a math teacher who hasn’t played pro football in two years to be their backup (I really like Kitna, but damn if that’s not desperation)?

What’s that?  The Cowboys coaches are likely coaching for their jobs and said as much before last week’s Redskins game?


Okay, never mind.  Maybe this won’t be the game of the year after all, and whoever wins will most likely be bounced in the first round of the playoffs, ensuring themselves a spot in the draft-order come this spring that will likely amount in not much (and for a team as defensively deficient as the Cowboys, they need something much more than “not much”).  Will I still watch it?  Sure.  I endured the Dave Campo years in Dallas, so I can endure this.  Plus, if the Cowboys lose, at least my girlfriend will be happy, and if she’s happy, then I’m…happy (that’s the right answer, right?).  

Friday, October 18, 2013

Let the Rivalry Begin

I've been a Dallas Cowboys fan for over twenty years (two thirds of my life already - Christ, I'm old), so you would think that my allegiance would steer me away from certain people.  Well, that's apparently not the case, as my girlfriend just so happens to be a Philadelphia Eagles fan.  They are staunch rivals, always have been.  It's like the Red Sox and Yankees, Celtics and Lakers or Batman and Superman.

This is our first football season together and up until this point, we've been supporters of eachother's team (because it's so much more fun to watch the Redskins and Giants lose when you have someone else laughing at them right next to you).  This Sunday it all comes to a head.  Not only is it the first meeting between the Cowboys and Eagles, we come in with first place on the line as our matching 3-3 records add an extra wrinkle to an already meaningful game in our household.

We've spent the last week gently ribbing eachother about our respective teams, and in the spirit of gamesmanship, I present to you a bit more of that:

















I know Andy Reid is no longer the coach, but I couldn't not post these.



Does anyone have a couch I can crash on for a few days (starting Sunday night)?


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Jack LaLane, The Original Juicer


            What the hell happened to pro sports?  Seriously.  We used to be able to turn on a game, be it Football, Basketball or Baseball (the big three in America) and just be able to enjoy the game itself.  Now, the first thing we have to worry about is “who’s doping”?  That’s a tragedy.  Sure, back in the day your questions would center more on who was carrying a vial of crystal meth in their back pocket to snort between innings, but that didn’t really affect “fair play”.  Being drunk, high as a kite, or just wore out from a night of banging every able-bodied and willing female in the vicinity really didn’t provide a distinct advantage to those individuals partaking in the merriment.  Was there steroid or PED usage back then?  Probably a little but I’m sure it wasn’t nearly to the degree it is now. 

            Nowadays we get the Barry Bonds, Mark McGwire, Roger Clemens etc. cone of shame.  Now we get players in football (Ray Lewis, according to a recent report) using deer velvet extract to help them come back faster from an injury.  I am a little more accepting of the utility of the substance when that is the reasoning behind it than when it is used to gain a distinct advantage, but a banned substance is a banned substance.  The fact that these individuals find it necessary to use these substances, be it testosterone, HGH or rhino penis extract, whatever they decide, just means to me that their inability to grasp the passage of time, to live in the now, is a chronic problem. 

              Let’s examine why this problem exists.  The fact of the matter is that these individuals are treated like superheroes, like modern day gladiators.  Once they fall out of the public eye, regardless of their past accomplishments, they will be discarded.  This is not just a matter of a group of people growing up with different sports heroes to worship.  Unless you were the absolute best at your position, of all time I’m talking, then it is hard to stay in the public’s consciousness much past your shelf life.  Even then, you have to constantly market yourself in order to stay relevant. 

Ex.
Michael Jordan (the best basketball player ever) – Owner of the Charlotte Bobcats, loves Hanes T-Shirts

Dan Marino/Steve Young/Troy Aikman (three of the best quarterbacks of their generation, if not ever) – All popular and well respected analysts, on TV every Sunday at least. 

Pick an old baseball player that is still relevant.  Go ahead.  Is he a manager or a TV personality?  Probably one or the other. 

            The only other way to stay relevant is to be the best ever at something.  And by best ever, I mean top of the list.  This is where the Hank Aaron’s of the world come in.  Do you think anyone would know or care about Hank Aaron if he was #6 on the home run list?  Of course not.  He stayed relevant all these years because he was (and many say still is) the home run king.  Babe Ruth, while not #1 on that list was also an accomplished pitcher in his time and stories of his off-field antics will probably outlast stories of his on-field accomplishments.  Joe Montana won four Super bowls, which guarantees him a spot in the national consciousness.  The list goes on and on. 

            The thing is, there is only one Joe Montana, there is only one Hank Aaron, and there are only a few coach/manager/announcer gigs out there to be had.  If you want to make your mark as an athlete and be remembered, you need to do your best to get to the top of whatever list you are aiming for.  If you are not a freak athlete, or cannot sustain that freak athlete performance over an entire career, then you cheat. 

            Fame is intoxicating.  Let’s look at Alex Rodriguez for example, as he is the main reason this is being written right now.  He was a kid when he came to the major leagues, and yet he was instantly viewed as one of the best, if not the best, shortstops in the league (this was during the Jeter/ Ripken Jr. days though so I’d argue he was never the best shortstop).  The thing is A-Rod could hit.  Sure, Jeter can regularly hit for average, but A-Rod was hitting for power, and people like a power hitter; see Sosa, Sammy and pretty much anyone with giant heads from the 1990’s.  This culture of blowing these individuals and their accomplishments way out of proportion resulted in a god-like status for them.  Regardless of the fact that they were just playing a game, they became figureheads of the sport and reaped the rewards of that status.  This obviously meant more money, and who doesn’t want that?  Between the bigger paychecks, and the adulation of millions of fans, the heads of these individuals became more swollen than even the steroids could make them. 

            Back to A-Rod.  He is not the player he was with Seattle when he first came into the league, hell he’s not the player he was in Texas.  He had one good postseason and a couple decent years with the Yankees and that’s about it.  He’s been okay in the regular season but not spectacular (regardless of his MVP's) and I can almost guarantee that this eats away at him (the New York media doesn’t help I’m sure).  In order to recapture that former glory, A-Rod has decided to turn back the clock through artificial means.  Now many have tried, be it through experimental blood spinning techniques or actual drugs themselves, be they natural or otherwise.  The main problem here is that baseball has been severely burned by steroids in the past, so much so that they closed the doors to the Hall of Fame this year in terms of inductions.  The first year of eligibility for many of the “steroid era” players yielded no recipients of the sport’s highest honor, even for those not linked to steroids at all.  These god-like figures during their playing days will now fade away into obscurity, their names just hushed whispers on the lips of those that saw the McGwire-Sosa home run race, or Bonds slug his way past Aaron’s record. 

            Ok, so that’s the problem.  What can we do?  How about we stop treating people that play a game like they are that much more important than those that help us through our daily lives?  This goes for all entertainment, not just sports.  Why are people that are basically there for our entertainment multi-millionaires?  Because we create them, that’s why.  As a society, it’s time to start valuing those that work hard and not just those that are there for our viewing pleasure.  That will not only help to right our backwards culture, but also get these pro athletes to stop trying to hang on to the past through artificial means.