Some weekly thoughts on football and some other things, since IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m essentially a football layman. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d generally prefer to do this early in the week, but I was particularly busy.
I had some people ask me why I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t post anything here about 9/11 before it happened, but honestly, what more could have I have said that wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t already said?
For the first time of the 2010 season, I went back to personal favorite football haunt HoulihanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s. No LT this time, but it was still a good time. As always, I offer the disclaimer that IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m hardly a football expert.
With the baseball seasonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s conclusion giving me a modicum of free time, I ventured back to familiar haunt HoulihanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s in Secaucus for the first time this season, and was unfortunately confronted with exactly what I go there to avoid:
Screaming, irrational fans. Specifically, two of them, loud enough to drown out a jet engine.
Here are my weekly thoughts on football. As always, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll reiterate IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m hardly a scholar of the sport.
Having my beloved Dolphins on Monday Night Football last night really brought me back to when I was growing up, when that sort of thing was a very big deal.
Another set of lists as part of our friends at Trumbull IslandÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Year/Decade-ending Top 10 list hysteria. Here are the Top 10 coolest athletes of the decade, and the Top 10 least coolest athletes. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m sure IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m missing some, but I think itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a pretty good primer. I think youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll see Nas is generally a good barometer here. Feel free to let me know some other guys I missed.
Lots to talk about this week. LetÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s get right into it.
As the Saints and Colts chase perfection, theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re doing it in a different fashion than the Patriots two years ago, and thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s probably a good thing, as theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re experiencing adversity.
After a one-week respite, letÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s get this party started. Hope all had an excellent holiday weekend.
Back in the day, before I had a job that caused me to work most Sundays and get up not before 1 in the afternoon, Football Sunday had a tremendous meaning in my week. Namely, it was a day I could completely devote to the supreme American pastime of drinking beer, eating fried foods at a sports bar and immersing myself in an entire day of watching overgrown men crash into each other. I started this tradition in high school Ã¢â‚¬â€œ minus, of course, the beer.
Of course, times change. As I said, I generally work on Sundays, and I sometimes get up after the games actually begin. I rarely drink, and itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s even more rare that I eat fried foods. I generally donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t like watching sports with loud fans around me. And it had been several years since I had given over nearly an entire day to watch football.
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be honest, football took a real back seat for me over the weekend behind boxing and basketball. But letÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s give it a go. Consider this one to be Ã¢â‚¬Å“two afternoons after.Ã¢â‚¬Â As a result, short update this week.
When someone whoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s generally regarded as an unlikable genius makes a decision that simply doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t work out, the natural instinct is to jump all over the opportunity to pan him. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s exactly what happened to Bill Belichick this past Sunday.
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m here to tell you that I had no problem with his decision to let The Great Brady attempt to complete a two-yard pass to win the game on 4th and 2. I thought it was the right move.
As usual, my thoughts about the weekendÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s NFL games based on whatever I saw Ã¢â‚¬â€œ IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m cheating by posting this Ã¢â‚¬Å“The Night Of,Ã¢â‚¬Â but itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll still be valid tomorrow afternoon.
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m in a fantasy football keeper league. Last year, I had the good fortune of drafting Chris Johnson, Matt Forte and Andre Johnson. As such, my partner and I came to a crossroads this year, and long story short, we ended up with Forte, Andre Johnson and Tom Brady.
With every week that goes by, I realize that we let the wrong guy go, which will haunt me for years. Lost in the uncreative mediaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s need to embrace one guy Ã¢â‚¬â€œ namely Adrian Peterson Ã¢â‚¬â€œ as the best running back in the NFL is that Chris Johnson is quite possibly better.
As per usual, my look at the weekendÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s football games from a decidedly untrained eye, as evidenced by last weekÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eulogy for the career of Tom Brady.
ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s no secret that the Saints are currently the best team in football, as evidenced by their demolition of the previously unbeaten Giants. But just how good are they? What is the limit to their potential success?
HereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s my weekly look at the weekendÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s football games. Remember: I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t claim to actually know anything substantive about the sport.
A few years back, Peyton Manning and Tom Brady were the unquestioned kings of a sport in which quarterbacks are put on a pedestal. They were two golden gods with golden arms, leaders of men that handled thundering herds of massive men with a deft sidestep and a flick of their powerful wrists.