If you watched yesterday's Pro Bowl you will need to begin psychoanalysis ASAP, and need to be medicated heavily. In my opinion, talking to the wife or girlfriend is preferable to watching the above mentioned game. I understand that this might be unpleasant for some of you, but come on, The Pro-Bowl? I still have no idea who won the damn thing.
Philly's favorite ex QB Donavon McNabb is going to his second Super Bowl - this time as an analyst. That's kind of like hiring Stevie Wonder to describe the beautiful colors in a French impressionist painting. McNabb, who barfed in the huddle the one time he and Fat Andrew were in the big game, hasn't shown this long suffering fan that he knows much about the game - unless the network wants him to describe how to snatch defeat out of the jaws of victory. He certainly won't understand why both teams in the game are actually running the ball, and why the QB's aren't throwing ground balls to wide open receivers.
The time between the playoffs and the Super Bowl is always boring as hell to this fan. As you may have figured out, I don't watch hockey, so tuning in to the first place Flyers is not an option for me. Ditto for the hometown Sixers who seem to be winning enough games so that they will make the playoffs and not get a lottery pick (They would fuck it up anyhow). There is hope however since we get the big Steeler win this coming weekend followed by the beginning of spring training!
Two weeks from tomorrow gang - and I can't wait! Renewal, a time when fans across the land can, at least for a little while, hope that their team will go from sucking big time last year to the promised land of post season baseball. Somewhere, in places like KC, Phoenix, & Pittsburgh there are diehard baseball fans who actually believe that their hometown heroes have a shot (Well, maybe not in Pittsburgh). Here in the greatest city in the world, our candystripers will field the best starting staff in the bigs and have to be considered as the frontrunners to get back to the series. I say, not so fast.
I hate to rain on the parade before the first game has been played, but unless Howard, Rollins, Ibanez & Utley hit the ball, and Lidge remembers how to close games out - we'll have to watch some other team represent the senior circuit. The gods of baseball may have set us up for the biggest fall of all when they allowed Cliff Lee to come back. Who knows what lurks in the dark hearts of the gods? They may have penciled in a ton of injuries. Perhaps Rollins will go down again. Perhaps they have Howard hitting .197 in April, May, June, and July with 8 home runs. Perhaps they have Howard setting a new all time strikeout record - good if you are Roy Halliday but not so if you are the teams go-to power hitter. And what about Utley? Maybe the gods will turn his right arm into lime Jello every time he has to throw the ball and it will go all over the place. How about a muscle tear for Ibanez?
I don't mean to be negative, but all of the above is possible - so don't order your red kool-aid just yet.
This fan doesn't get too excited about college basketball but a couple of things happened this past weekend that did bring some smiles. The Villanova Smugsters have now dropped a bunch of games that they normally would have won. Oh, the joy. Villanova, whose tuition is higher than many of the Ivies, really believes that their shit doesn't stink and are normally almost as arrogant as the assholes at Duke so when they lose, I enjoy it greatly. Villanova is an average school that presents itself as something they are not. I hope they lose the rest of their games. Speaking of the assholes from Duke, the number three ranked Blue Assholes lost a game to St. Johns. St. Johns (who haven't been a factor in the Big East since they changed their nickname from the Redmen to the Red Storm) bitch slapped Coach K's guys this past weekend. Nice!
That's it for now. Next time I'll introduce you to a guy named Johnny Dollar - a degenerate gambler who is known for taking action on anything.
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