Sunday, February 3, 2013

How Far is Soon?

How far have the radio waves from the Apollo moon landing traveled? How long before they reach a place in the universe where sentient life forms are a better than even chance? And how long after that before those sentient life forms build a spaceship with warp drive and travel the intergalactic distances necessary to make this world their own? We've got some time before that goes down, don’t we?

Monday, January 21, 2013

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Game Day Rationalizations


I’ve spent the whole week listening to pigskin pundits and bobbleheads comparing Joe Flacco’s mighty right arm to Thor’s Hammer. The Ravens aren’t afraid to play in Foxborough. Torrey Smith is so fast he occasionally disappears from radar. Ray Lewis is on a mission from God. So, yeah, I’m nervous.

How the hell are the Patriots 9 point favorites in this game?

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Penultimate Pigskins


Nothing is really a surprise in the conference championship games. Would I call any outcome this Sunday an upset? I guess I’d go with statistically improbable if I was splitting semantic hairs. And apparently I am.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Pigskin Roller Coaster


The pigskin roller coaster. For some the ride is already over. Perhaps they’re the lucky ones. Peyton and Rodgers, RG III and Russell Wilson. Thanks for playing. The stakes and the existential angst rise with each round of the playoffs. Playing for the conference championship is far, far better than going 7-9-0. We know this. It is the pigskin truth. And yet it’s going to suck wicked bad for half the NFL’s core audience this coming Sunday. Somebody’s going to emergency, somebody’s going to jail. And somebody is losing a football game.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Legacy Schmegacy


I’ve been trying to imagine what it must’ve been like for the tens of thousands of Broncos fans who sat through sub-zero wind chills only to drive home knowing their football season was over. Before Saturday, I would guess most pigskin pundits and bobbleheads – and most fans – had ceded the AFC spot in the Super Bowl to Denver. Home field, eleven game winning streak, Top 5 defense, Top 5 offense and Peyton Manning playing like it’s 2009. The AFC Championship was scripted for Peyton to face Tom Brady one more time in a game certain to coronate Manning and his Comeback/MVP Season. The Patriots would present a worthy challenge, but that relentless defense, Manning, home field and high altitude would carry the day.

Super Bowl XLVII.

Right there.

Gone.

Target Practice


Does America love guns more than it loves its children? We’re about to find out.