Sometimes your pigskin heroes aren't so heroic. But that's okay. After all, we're only rooting for laundry.
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Sometimes your pigskin heroes aren't so heroic. But that's okay. After all, we're only rooting for laundry.
People being people.
Sometimes it's tragic. And when it isn't tragic it's almost always hilarious.
For some reason, Super Bowl LV-426 just hasn't captured my imagination. Pizza or Mexican? These are the big decisions in my life. Maybe a charcuterie platter? That might pair better with vodka.
At a time when sports no longer feels like my inner child's panic room, the only safe haven from the really real world (destroying evidence - apparently, it's what we do in America), Mac Jones is everything.
Apparently, the more things change, the more things change.
Sports loves lists. Top 5 this and Top 10 that. Lists are fun and sometimes quite illuminating.
Sometimes. Sometimes you just need to settle for the fun. Not that fun is bad.
There has been plenty of chatter regarding Michael McCorkle "Mac" Jones; his floor and also his ceiling. Apparently, as I can best understand it, Mac Jones is a very short man living in a tiny house.
Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.
No, these aren't your older brother's Patriots. But they might just be your Dad's Patriots.
I don't know why I should care, but when pigskin pundits and bobbleheads talk smack about my pigskin heroes, it makes me so mad. I mean, maybe my baby is ugly, but, get my baby's name out of your mouth!
I don't know about you, but I really needed that.
Say, "It was only the Jets." Go ahead.
Every so often, I forget that I don't know as much about football as Bill Belichick does.
I'm not the only one.