Hump Day Spectacular

Classy.

Without a team in the NFL Playoff mix and with the Celtics sliding to the brink of Stephon Marbury I have had a lot of time to reflect over the past two weeks. In many ways, not having to deal with the stress of putting all of your hopes and dreams into a professional sports franchise in the hunt for a Superbowl has been a calming and interesting experience. I can watch the games for what they are: pure entertainment.

LaRocque and I, in a serious display of solidarity hit on 50% of the games during that "Wild" Wild Card weekend. A few points:

-I love the Saturday/Sunday combination. When you mix in the Rose Bowl this made for excellent viewing that carried itself throughout the weekend. Just when you get tired of watching the NFL you can switch into "Big 10 getting dominated mode" without leaving your seat at the sports bar. And when you've seen enough shots of Joe "The Puppet" Paterno you can put yourself right back into the NFL mix in time to see Chad Pennington begin his quest for an unprecedented 3rd comeback player of the year award. My money says that Paterno continues to coach past 90, calling in plays from that strange life support capsule that Arthur Digby Sellers was seen in in The Big Lebowski. Naturally, his headset will be plugged into an old shoebox, and occasionally an intern would show him some of those laminated black and white formation photographs in a 3 ring binder.

The bulk of the series...

-Indy displayed a miserable running game. Oddly enough, Edgerrin James had his best game of the year the same weekend despite being a non factor the entire season. What if the Mannings mated with the Williams sisters? I think about these things all the time.

-Ed Reed is Nasty.

Moving along...

Rather than focusing on the fascinating New England Patriots offseason that might see the loss of Coordinator Josh McDaniels and Serious Personnel Guru (my own terminology) Scott Pioli, along with an unprecedented Franchise-and-Trade maneuver featuring Matt Cassell I have been thinking about this:

Unnecessary Scarf on the Offense, number 12...

I have determined that from now on I will refer to Giselle Bundchen as "Gis". I will pronounce it as "jizz", however, not "jiss". I invite you all to join with me. Imagine reading thinking or saying this line: "Tom Brady was spotted courtside at last nights Celtics game with Gis on him arm". Or "Tom Brady was photographed picking up Gis outside of a trendy SoCal salon." We can make this happen.

Seriously though, Happy New Year.