I know there are football freaks on this blog. I am not one myself, although I do like to dip into it once in a while as a sort of social crystal ball or prognosticator.
Which brings us to the current front runners.
Who are playing today.
Right now? Colts 13, Patriots 7.
Read on for more.
Now I have heard about the Patriots spy tapes thing, about how Belichick has rallied his troops around the “them vs. us” thing, about how they ran up the score last week, about Brady’s rightist political leanings, about how churlish Belichick is in person, and about how liberally disliked he really is by other coaches and players.
Amazing what you can pick up in a car while looking for traffic reports, ain’t it?
And in my infrequent dialings through the sewer of TV, I HAVE noticed ioth how frowny and petulant Brady and Belichick always seem to be, how hunched are Brady’s shoulders. How…angry they seem. Plus Randy Moss, the ultimate front-runner. Talented, but only into the game when winning.
Republicans.
Rightists.
Representative of the worst parts of America.
YOU know…the shock and aweholes who run us now.
Meanwhile, in the corner of my media eye I have been getting the feeling that Manning is a pretty loose good ol’ (rich) boy with a wry, ironic look about his take on the whole stardom thing, and that Tony Dungy has a real familial thing going with his players.
So here’s the game.
The invincible right winger Patriot Actors vs. thye loose, quick, slightly undersized (from an undersized city, by the way) Coltish ones.
And I thought to myself…I’ll betcha the Colts can take these Nazis down.
So far, so good.
Brady just lost his temper and started screaming at an official because of a possibly blown call. I could see the paranoid “They’re out to get us!!!” rage in his rugged, Marine stud-looking face.
Meanwhile, the camera cuts to Mr. Manning, who is kinda half-sprawled out on a bench looking like he is hanging out on the farm, waiting for Daisy Mae to come pick his blueberries for him.
Usually on Sunday night I leave early to go to work.
Tonight…I’m watching.
One way or another…it is CERTAINLY not going to be the usual Pat blowout.
My bet?
The left wins. (Not THAT far left, but…hell. It is ‘Murrican football, right? ‘Murrica’s game. Cain’t ask fer TOO much.)
I have bet my life on it. Why not here too?
The end of the Pats? They crumble after being exposed? Crispy critters in a bunker of their own making?
That would be nice too.
I HATE Nazis.
Don’t you?
Later…
AG
