Rare Pikachu: A smart NFL player

I love this story: RB Alfred Morris signs a 2-year/$3.5M contract with the Dallas Cowboys, but still drives and loves his 1991 Mazda 626 that he purchased for $2 dollars.

Now this is what it means to love a car.  I’d like to believe that if I came into millions of fuck you money, I’d still continue to drive my existing car until it became a good idea to perhaps purchase something else.  And even then, I can’t imagine that I’d go nuts and get an Aston Martin or some other pointless supercar.

But I’m all about Alfred Morris’s love for his ‘Bentley,’ and the obvious notion that he’s a pretty level-headed guy that might just be aware of how volatile a career as an NFL fringe player, and that it might be a good idea to be smart with his money.  I respect a guy who doesn’t go crazy when he comes into pro-athlete money, and even more so when he loves his old beater of a car and refuses to propagate stereotypes.  One thing the country doesn’t need more of is broke, dumb former athletes who burden taxpayers with bankruptcy and their lack of contributions to normal society.

Despite the fact that a Mazda dealership back from his days on the Redskins refurbished his car to near-new condition, it’s refreshing to read a story about an NFL player that still manages to appreciate and enjoy the little things, like his first ride.

Some eggheads justifying what I’ve already been saying

Duh: some economics professors proclaim that Super Bowls and other stadium bullshit is actually in fact, bullshit

Do I even have to make another post about this again?  About how stadiums are bullshit, Atlanta is an unfortunate bombing ground of greed and criminals building all these stupid stadiums, and the 2019 Super Bowl is the grand daddy of greed, corruption and more fucking greed?

Nah, because coming from me, it just sounds like mindless ranting.  So it’s a good thing that some economic professors and experts have decided to chime in to basically state the obvious to those with brains: new stadiums and the events they host spout metric fucktons of rhetoric and inflated numbers of all the money that they can potentially bring, but when the days are over, only the corporations and the investors truly win out, while everyone else suffers.

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Let’s hope the Ravens aren’t good in 2019

Because the Super Bowl will be back in Atlanta then, and the last time it was here, Ray Lewis murdered two guys.  And if Ray Rice remains under the wing of big brother, then we may as well start a dead pool of all the people who will probably “mysteriously” die during that weekend.

Seriously though, I know there are a lot of people who are excited for this news; they are called NFL fanatics, and corporate stiffs.  The NFL fanatics will be out of their minds with excitement at the biggest game of the year coming to their home, with aspirations of getting nosebleed tickets and all the potential for the scenes, celebrity and athlete sightings, and whatever else Atlanta plans on trotting out for the weeks leading up to, and ultimately the weekend of the big game.

The corporate stiffs are naturally over the moon with this development, because like most things involving the NFL, these rich people will inexplicably manage to get richer from this whole debacle, at the expense of the rest of the plebes that have the unfortunate misfortune of simply existing in their vicinity.

And then there are people like me, who not only couldn’t care less about the most overrated event in the world coming into my backyard, but is instead resentful about it, because I’m a grownup now, that pays taxes and has a general interest in things that might affect me, and I see through the bullshit and rhetoric spouted by sporting-related events and matters. 

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Put me in the 2%*

*unsubstantiated figure

Impetus: THE Ohio State third-string quarterback, Cardale Jones, decides to take some potshots at the NCAA on his way out, entering the upcoming NFL draft, reinforcing the notion that student athletes deserve to be paid.

I’m having a hard time deciding on what my favorite part of this article is; it’s either the irony of Cardale Jones’ tweet where even after three years of college he still can’t correctly use their/there/they’re:

Why shouldn’t a collegiate athlete be able to use their OWN likeness/brand to benefit themselves but yet the ‪@NCAA can sell there jerseys

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I’m rooting for Cam

The Denver Broncos versus the Carolina Panthers.

Who’d have guessed such a pairing for Super Bowl L?  Certainly not I, but then again, I haven’t really been paying that much attention to the NFL all season.

I’m more surprised by the fact that the Patriots didn’t mangle Peyton Manning again, and make it into the Super Bowl; I’d have bet money on them beating the Broncos by like 20 points, but it’s a good thing that I don’t bet on sports anymore, because I was still in Vegas when I could have.

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Disaster averted

Thanks to Alabama, the nightmare possibility of Clemson becoming national champions has been thwarted.  God, how miserable would the college football scene have become if Clemson were the reigning champions?

But in all seriousness, that was among one of the more exciting games that I’ve watched.  Although I was hoping for Alabama to roll Clemson like they rolled Michigan State, and just about everyone else in front of them en route to the playoffs, when the day is over, I’m simply glad that they won.  I’m not really an Alabama fan by any stretch of the imagination, especially since they’ve had their way with Virginia Tech in more recent history, but as a Tech fan, I loathe Clemson and their own successes against my team.  So when push comes to shove, I was decidedly rooting for Alabama last night, and pleased to have witnessed them emerge victorious against an extremely competent Clemson squad that could have just as easily won the game themselves.

Even if it means another year of hearing ROLL TIIIDE with heavy southern drawls.

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Happy trails, Frank

When Dadi Nicolas engulfed Tulsa’s quarterback with a monster sack on 4th down and the game on the line, to effectively seal the game, I threw my head back and let out the mother of exhaling sighs.  Absolutely nothing would have been more disheartening than seeing Frank Beamer go out on a loss, especially to a school that I had to check Wikipedia to verify whether it was a Division I or II program (D-I).

But a win is a win, and much to mine, and every Virginia Tech fan’s relief, Frank Beamer ends his legendary career, with a victory.  And just like that, the most illustrious chapter of Virginia Tech football comes to a close.

It was interesting watching Beamer on the sidelines throughout the fourth quarter of the Independence Bowl; at first, with the Hokies up fairly comfortably, there was a man watching with a deadpan look on his face, almost as if he were watching the clock tick down not just the seconds of the game, but his career.  When Tulsa scored a billion unanswered points to close the gap, the only change on Beamer’s face looked like an expression of “oh shit, here we go again,” with a small mix of “am I really going to go out like this?”  But even after Nicolas’ sack put the nail in the coffin, and the game all but sealed, was a man who was not excited, but more melancholy and almost even a little scared at the sinking reality that the ride was coming to an end.

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