If labor issues wipe out 2011, at least the Browns aren't Super Bowl calibre.
See, I don't always think the glass is 15/16 empty.
The 30th anniversary of a monster greedily savaging the hypothalamus into prolonged inverse catatonia passed by this week & yes, I was present for this laying of the foundation upon which bricks of sweat & bit fingernails fired in the oven of superheated screams at the teevee are still being piled sport after sport, season after season, this Tower of Misery whose top now touches the black above the clouds.
Li'l Randal, mom, pop & the late, great uncle Mick.
Sports may indeed be a garish part of the spectacle, a diabolical trap that lures the unwashed masses into a sense of unwarranted belonging, of validity, but at least Brian Sipe never launched a drone. Just a duck.
C'mon, The Man, one bone in the shape of silver football, woof, woof.
New Orleans @ Seattle AKA the Julius Jones Revenge Game: What, why, huff n' puff n' stuff seven
N.Y. Jets @ Indianapolis: Captain Advertisement's getting comfortable with his rubber band & chewing gum receiver corps, the run's fun again & Dirty Sanchez's hurt. Sure, scoff, the Jets may be hard knock rush, bluster & foot fetishists, but watch the turnovers flow into home cooking. Colts 26-14.
Baltimore @ Kansas City: Fucking hell I fucking hate Baltimore that fucking Super Bowl trophy should be fucking ours, Jesus H. Cthulhu on a stick, fuck you you fucking motherfuckers I'll burn your fucking house to ash. Doesn't always work, this primal blog therapy. Flacco's O is 25th in sack percentage & if they can't block Tamba Hali -- & Haley Joel Todd actually gives the ball to Jamaal Charles more than 15 times -- 6.4 bub, 6.4 -- the Chiefs have a wonderful opportunity to bring me temporary joy. Thus, 23 carries by dessicated Thomas Jones & Ravens, 24-14.
Green Bay @ Philadelphia: Norm Van Brocklin leading the City of Hate to its last title, 4th & 26 & now I Like Mike, all good times. I also like son of Clay (who should be in Canton, you dumb bastards) leading the top D this side of Pittsburgh & the best quarterback -- or at worst, the less-sacked -- if not the best story, in this game. Sorry, Philly, but maybe you'll get lucky & there'll be icy snowballs to whip at little children. Packers 27-24.