So we've got one week until the big game. Super Sunday. The day that football fans dread - unless their team is playing - as it signals the end of another nfl season. I think my wife is probably dancing with glee knowing that Sundays are now free of pigskin distraction.
So Coach Bill used to be the head coach for my beloved Brownies. Frankly, I couldn't stand his deadpan personality then and I don't think I can stand it anymore now. I do have the give the man credit. Yes, I know, he cheated, but honestly - the man has put together a fine season. Consider the fact that they (the Patriots) have garnered as much attention (both positive and negative) as an old school circus coming to town; essentially playing an entire season with bulls eyes on their backs. I just have to admit that it has been an impressive season...
However, I am not rooting for the Patriots in the Super Bowl. I find the Giants a more compelling team to root for. I like the underdawgs. I like the fact that the Giants took on the Patriots head on in the last week of the season and went toe to toe.
I'm hoping it is a highly competitive game - much like the week 17 matchup. My prognostication is Giants 38 - Patriots 31. I may change my mind in the next few days...but that's the score I'm feeling right now. It may be right, it may be wrong. But hey...it's Just a Rough Draft.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Might Be a Football Junkie
This is my first foray in blogging so please be kind...
I believe I have discovered one of my greatest regrets today. It is about a week and a half before Super Bowl 42...and I am experiencing a mix of emotions. I have been a football fan for a long time, yet this season seemed pretty special to me. My beloved Cleveland Browns managed to have one of their best seasons in years and simultaneously found a way to break my heart by missing the playoffs. I did, however, win my fantasy football league - for the first time ever. I have found myself glued to the NFL Network and profootballtalk.com. That's when the realization hit me...I wish I had played football.
Now I'm 31 years old. Old enough to accept that the professional baseball career that I once envisioned myself having was nothing more than a fantasy. I should also be old enough to realize that a craving an amateur football career is fodder for a midlife crisis. But for some reason I have a greater appreciation and understanding of the game now than I did in high school - a period in my life in which I chose to be the cross country manager rather than play middle linebacker or fullback for my high school team.
Not sure why this is such a regret - and why I am just realizing it now. I suppose I still could be eligible to play college football. Doubt that I could handle the two a days or windsprints. Maybe I could be a kicker. Nah...not flexible enough for that either. So I guess that leaves Fantasy Football...which means I have to wait until August for our next live draft and the preparation of 17 weeks of joy, agony, and regret. I can't wait for it to come. Sorry...I know this isn't the most auspicious start - but it's Just A Rough Draft.
I believe I have discovered one of my greatest regrets today. It is about a week and a half before Super Bowl 42...and I am experiencing a mix of emotions. I have been a football fan for a long time, yet this season seemed pretty special to me. My beloved Cleveland Browns managed to have one of their best seasons in years and simultaneously found a way to break my heart by missing the playoffs. I did, however, win my fantasy football league - for the first time ever. I have found myself glued to the NFL Network and profootballtalk.com. That's when the realization hit me...I wish I had played football.
Now I'm 31 years old. Old enough to accept that the professional baseball career that I once envisioned myself having was nothing more than a fantasy. I should also be old enough to realize that a craving an amateur football career is fodder for a midlife crisis. But for some reason I have a greater appreciation and understanding of the game now than I did in high school - a period in my life in which I chose to be the cross country manager rather than play middle linebacker or fullback for my high school team.
Not sure why this is such a regret - and why I am just realizing it now. I suppose I still could be eligible to play college football. Doubt that I could handle the two a days or windsprints. Maybe I could be a kicker. Nah...not flexible enough for that either. So I guess that leaves Fantasy Football...which means I have to wait until August for our next live draft and the preparation of 17 weeks of joy, agony, and regret. I can't wait for it to come. Sorry...I know this isn't the most auspicious start - but it's Just A Rough Draft.
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