Tuesday January 06, 2009
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Irish poet and dramatist William Butler Yeats died seventy years before the start of the 2008 NFL playoffs, yet I can’t help but think the man who wrote “All things fall apart; the centre cannot hold” would enjoy Wild Card Weekend.
About my only respite came from sneaking off and covertly working out at the Florida Atlantic athletic facility, a shimmering, beautiful jewel that would have been just about perfect, save for one tiny problem—there are apparently no students at Florida Atlantic University.
Herm Edwards was one of about eight coaches last week wearing the full bodysuit to stay warm, but he was the only one to have his stocking hat on backwards. He’s burned out! Too many close losses! They’ve turned a once noble mind to mush!
Speaking of childhood wonderment and joy, you know what I always enjoyed as a kid? The JV weatherman on Christmas Eve giving updates on the location of Santa’s sleigh.
Editor’s note: Over the next three weeks, NFP staff writer Ray Gustini will be checking in every day as he looks for truth, beauty, and redemption in the spread offense, 5’9 quarterbacks, and fat Europeans who can’t make a 30-yard field goal. It is our sincere hope that this series will provide insight to future [...]
Ooh, the triumphant return of the Saturday game, just in time for millions of travelers stranded in airport bars. This is the second Cowboys game in less than a week that will be simulcast on NFL.com, complete with shots of the Cowboys 900-person sideline.
I enjoy the Christmas season, as I am generally a fan of three-way popcorn tins, all things eggnog flavored, and the movie “Scrooged” (Although I must admit I am curious—and a bit disappointed—as to why the popcorn tub is a strictly seasonal treat.
I’m alone in this belief, but if the Redskins miss the playoffs, I say the odds are better than 50-50 Snyder reflexively cans Zorn and Cerrato and throws total control and a dump truck full of cash at Pete Carroll or Bill Cowher.
Not to get all Peter King on you, but I spent 4 hours shanghaied in an airport earlier this week, an experience that really made me realize how little I understand other people. Here are some thoughts:
There’s nothing like a potential slap fight between an underachieving first-round pick and an underachieving head coach to liven up an awful game. With apologies to Shane Black, here’s my dream conversation with Brad Childress: