Season opener, Thursday Night Football, the World Champions New England Patriots, wins and losses count! Great to have real football again, ain’t it?
And during the game, Patriots fans started chanting “Where is Roger?”
After that whole Deflategate debacle, the Commish was too chickenshit to show his face on Opening Night in Foxboro. It’s understandable though…imagine the cost of security alone to be protected against a deranged Minute Man. Have you ever been shot by a smoothbore musket? It HURTS.
So how do the Patriots honor the intentional absence of The Enforcer? Fuck with the opponent’s communications, of course! Oh sure, the headsets started working fine…as an official approached Belichick…but as soon as the official walked away, Steelers headsets were fucked again.
Timing of working/not working and the officials approaching/leaving was probably just coincidence, right? Hell, headsets failing at Foxboro alone is just coincidence…after having happened numerous times in the past.
And who would ever think that the Patriots would intentionally do this on national television? That would be absurd, right? To which I must posit: what part of these past few months WASN’T absurd?
Just a hunch, but I’d wager that none of this would have happened if the Commish were in da house. Fail.
My first open letter to a player. I’m so excited!
Dear Kam. Can I call you Kam? Ok, Mr. Chancellor, then…
Hey man, I know, money makes the world go ’round. Where is my security? The money shows the respect. Got my family to feed. You ain’t using any of those cliches, a sign of total consciousness. So you’ve got that going for you. Which is nice.
But you’ve been fined $30K every day of camp, and now your coach is saying that you’re not there, so you’re not playing. Sunday, that is. You know, the day you’re supposed to start getting pay checks? The checks that total over a quarter-meelyun dollars? EACH?
Hey, I would look like an idiot saying that it would take me years to make as much as what you’ll be losing this Sunday, so I won’t go there (too late…).
The cap has been capped. They can’t do better on you. Bennett is there, and we all know how disgruntled he is for not taking the better offer from da Bears or the supposed mystery team. But he honored his
mistake decision and he showed. So maybe, cut your losses and get your disgruntled ass back to work.
Besides…consider the opposing slot receiver having to go across the middle against a disgruntled Kam Chancellor. Yeah, um…nope.
Ok, so maybe I just wanted to post two blog entries in a row that somehow worked in Bill F. Murray.
Robert Griffin III had another lousy season last year. He injured his ankle, comes back, immediately loses three games in a row, and gets benched by Thanksgiving. AGAIN. Poor guy has won, what, 4 games in two years? His coach seems less than impressed, too.
Then the clouds parted, and the angels sang: the Redskins exercised their fifth-year option on RG3! Pick #2 ain’t making pick #75 money, but $16 meelyun dollars guaranteed for 2016 in case of injury? Sounds like a ringing endorsement that they still have faith in him, right?
Then RG3 outright failed to win the starting job for 2015. Oh, he suffered a concussion? No, he didn’t. Wait, yes he did. Um, the doctor needs to check him again in a couple of weeks to clear him…waitaminut, another couple more WEEKS?
So now we’re approaching kickoff for Week 1. Is RG3 going to be the backup QB, or is he going to be demoted to RG3rd String? With just four days to go, Coach Gruden says it’s too soon to say who will be #2.
Translation: My boss is STILL arguing with me about Bob.
Snyder obviously thinks Bob will be fine. He just needs baby steps. Pro-tip Dan: don’t let him back on your yacht.
DeMarco Murray finished the 2014 season as the NFL’s rushing champion. He broke one of Emmitt Smith’s team records. He broke one of Jim Brown’s NFL records. He was voted by both the Associated Press and PFWA as Offensive Player of the Year.
Smart NFL owners and GMs would franchise a player like this. Smart NFL owners and GMs would NOT give all of the rushing credit to their offensive line. But nobody has ever accused Jerry Jones of being smart (have they? Seriously, that’s not a rhetorical question…)
So, who becomes the NFL’s 2015 rushing champion behind that awesome line? Well, they still have Joseph Randle. Sure, he prefers wearing brand new underwear that smells like Old Spice, but obviously he knows how to pull his pants up and get to work.
No? Then let’s bring in Darren McFadden, and along with Lance Dunbar we’ll have a running back by committee! Yeah, that’s the ticket. Hmm, not the greatest of results in the preseason…so, what the hell, let’s trade for Christine Michael and REALLY fuck around with everyone’s fantasy draft!
In other words, Jerry is probably going to need another hug from Chris Christie. That is, as long as Christie isn’t too busy shouting down little schoolgirls over climate change…
By now everyone knows that the Commish has upheld Tom Brady’s four game suspension for his role in DeflateGate. The shocking part of the story was that shortly before the decision was publicly announced, ESPN’s Stephen A. Smith scooped everyone by stating that he “heard” from somebody that Tom Brady had destroyed his phone, the device that supposedly has evidence that Brady was complicit in the illegal tampering of game balls.
It’s shocking because the scoop came from Stephen A. Smith. My goodness, Skip Bayless must be green with envy.
But I digress. Destroying your phone on the same day that you’re asked to provide specific evidence from that device just reeks of desperation. Total panic move. Sheer heart attack.
Here’s the part on the decision that is a little hard to wrap my head around: “During the four months that the cell phone was in use, Brady had exchanged nearly 10,000 text messages, none of which can now be retrieved from that device.”
Tom Brady was busy practicing/playing football every week during those four months, plus he had to make time for media interviews, attend public appearances, satisfy a supermodel wife, and feed the piranhas in his moat every day. How the hell did he find time to exchange ten THOUSAND text messages during those four months?
And if you’re looking for Stephen A. Smith, he’s currently sitting in a lounge chair next to the ESPN corporate pool, sipping on his third white wine spritzer. The palms of his hands are probably sore from all of those high-fives. He’s getting laid tonight!
Tom Brady apparently chose “not” during his appeal with the Commish yesterday for that whole DeflateGate thing.
The Ted Wells report made it pretty clear that Tom Terrific was asked to provide only specific data from his phone, and it would be on the Honor System. It’s not like Wells wanted to dig through Brady’s phone looking for neked pics of Giselle (because honestly, who wants to see a neked toothpick, amiright?).
Brady could have provided that phone info yesterday in his marathon meeting with the Commish, but apparently did not think that was necessary because all he was going to do was attack the Wells report and the science behind it, and deny knowing anything.
Which, when you think about it, providing your phone data to back up your denials probably would help your case, right? Unless that phone data would instead screw you over beyond reasonable doubt, in which case we can conclude that Brady has an impressive pair.
Slightly off topic, but do you remember that little rat bastard who killed or maimed a bunch of people at the Boston Marathon awhile ago? The scumfucker who was lovingly and delicately raised by his card-carrying ISIS-mama? Like Hernandez, he was also found guilty on all counts this week.
Today the family of the eight-year-old boy who was standing next to one of Tsarnaev’s bombs has asked prosecutors to take execution off the table, and make Tsarnaev serve life without parole instead.
I wholeheartedly agree with this, and I’ll tell you why:
With the death penalty, Tsarnaev would know when he will die. He will know how he will die. He will know who will kill him. It will be a painless death. And he can keep postponing it with appeal after appeal.
With a life sentence, Tsarnaev would have no idea when he will die. He won’t know how it will happen. He won’t know who will do it. It will likely be excruciatingly painful. And he has no ability to stop it from happening.
It would be a short-lived life sentence.
He would live in constant fear until that fateful day comes. It would be a brutal end for this little fucktard. And most likely, the prison officials will find no evidence linking any other convict with his, um…unfortunate demise. And we all know that prison officials are saints and angels, so they certainly wouldn’t be considered as suspects, wink-wink, nudge-nudge.
So hey, Boston…how about just having Tsarnaev bunk with Hernandez? It would be a token redemption for Aaron if you would do that for him. He could even make a game out of it for the 2015 season, simply beating Tsarnaev within an inch of his life each time Hernandez hears the roar of the stadium crowd during a touchdown. TIA, love you guys, Boston Strong!