It's Sunday night and once again, the Miami Dolphins perfect 1972 season is safe. Matt Cassell looked great today, but I thought the Dolphins hung in and the offense looked great. The defense... well, I guess that WAS Randy Moss out there.
The Titans are 10-1 now, Brett Favre looked great today, and the Lions after jumping out to a 17-0 lead on the Bucs, proceeded to hand it right back. Nice!
After watching a solid block of football this weekend, college and professional, I have come to the determination that there is not a bigger bunch of egos than there are in professional basketball and football. Giant, hulking freakish athletes are heavily tattooed all over their glistening biceps with words of... whatever. After a play of stuffing the running back in the backfield for a loss, a defensive tackle will run out from the pile before high fiving his teammates and do some sort of dance in the open field so the whole stadium knows he was the one that made the play. Yea, I'm down with athletes getting psyched up and being intense, but the level of posturing that's done in these leagues is beyond that of Project Runway. Signature sack dances? Please. It's all about the team baby, I'd much rather a guy get back and get rowdy with his teammates after a great play than go and waltz all over the field like a male peacock prancing around in search of a mate. And seriously, the tattoo thing, what's the point? Can anyone explain why exactly one gets a tattoo? There really is no justifiable reason. Commemoration. Right. How about you commemorate them by honoring their lives through your actions? It serves as a reminder of something. Sure. Cause post it notes aren't hood.
This is a crazy world we live in ladies and gentlemen. Appreciate each breath you take, and don't ever complain. Seriously. It could always be worse.
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