Hit List

What were the best songs of 2012? No, stop, I wasn't really asking for your opinion. This is my blog and it’s my list. It was a rhetorical question. A literary artifice, if you will. You won't? Okay. Sorry for the confusion. Anyway, I spend a fair amount of time listening to classic rock while driving to and from work but I will resist the impulse to include Rick Springfield’s “Jesse’s Girl” on…
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The Circle of Pigskin Life

Okay, 2012 is in the rear view. It’s time to start talking about 2013 and another roller coaster scary trip to the playoffs. It’s time for wishes and fishes.

 

Pistol Packin' Jesus

Arkansas is about to join a select group of states which has specifically approved the right of citizens to carry concealed weapons in a place of worship. I’m guessing (hoping) we’re talking about hand guns here (and not Mac-10’s or sawed-off shotguns though these could certainly be concealed, given the right body type).

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?

Football Hurts Sometimes

Well. That kind of sucked.

Football! You're dead to me!

For now.

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?

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.