Sunday, January 15, 2012
The NFL, Hookers, and Serial Killers
FOOTBALL WARNING - If you don't want to suffer my crazed football fan remarks, observations, and opinion on the current NFL playoffs, then skip this first part.
Last night I got home from the bike shop tuckered, beat, just plain tired and worn out. The first divisional game of the day between the 49ers and the Saints was well into the 2nd quarter. I sat down on the couch and immediately knew I was in trouble. Uh oh. Better pull out the Rally Rocker or I'll pass out and miss the night game later I really wanted, no needed to watch. Without me in focused attention, my Pats would somehow find a way to lose in the post season for the fourth time in a row. It was absolutely imperiative I be awake so my positive vibes could travel from me through the dimension such waves travel and settle into the collective Karma of the New England Patriots.
So I sat up, got up and went to the fridge. Gearing up and reving up for such an important human event, I needed sustenance...........Ah Good - three 12 oz Papsts and one Shipyard. I cracked a Papst and headed back into the living room. Found my Rally Rocker and moved it front stage and center. Sat down and watched one of the best five minutes of football I have seen in quite awhile.
Though the Saints never panicked eventualy catching up and then for a moment or two surged ahead, San Francisco was not going to be denied. The Saints were out. Shit. I was sure the Saints were headed to the Super Bowl. Oh well, guess it is a good thing I am not an oddsmaker.
Ate some supper. My wife's fish dish as we call it is one of my favorites. The evening is moving along just swell. Full but not uncomfortable, I move back into the living room with a fresh beer just in time for kick off down at Gilette Stadium. The Pats received. This made me nervous. All year they had been kicking off first. I need not have worried. 3 minutes later they scored the first of the six touchdowns they would notch on their belts this night. They put their foot on the throat of Denver early and never took it off. Tebow found no help from above. The Patriots Defense shut him down hard. The boys with the big pants finally came to play a complete game. Hope they keep it up.
Seems the Republican docu-comedy thinly veiled as real life serious business has just had more comedy added to make sure the laughs don't stop any time soon.
Apparently the employees of the Moonlite Bunny Ranch , Bar and Brothel near Carson City, Nevada have decided to throw their Double D support behind Ron Paul. I always wondered what hookers did when not on the c.........uh job. It only makes sense when you think about it. As libertarian a candidate who has ever come down America's pike, Rob Paul would be a natural draw for the folks who derive their livelihood pushing sin and damnation. Evil loves no rules. ...........Hmm........... Now that I think of it, Evil seems to love rules too, what with it hiding so well under the label Good. And now that I really think about the notion of Good and Evil, well, hookers don't even enter my equation even though they must certainly rub the righteous the wrong way. And we all know it is Evil to rub the righteous the wrong way.
And then on the other side of this great land with it's waves of grain and apple pies cooling in kitchen windows from Omaha to Wichita, it appears the Right's favorite whipping boy, good ole Mitt, is now being attacked as a serial killer. Stephen Colbert, the dark dark horse Republican candidate for President has launched an attack ad aimed at Mitt and his tenure as head dude at Bain. I am not sure I followed Colbert's logic very well, but then I don't follow the Right's logic that well these past few decades..
Which brings me full circle back to where I began...................Football. Something tangible with rules everyone follows. There is a beginning, an end and sometimes great drama in between. Politics never ends because it never began. It was always here and fuckin with my mind. No matter what good sense dictates, the pols, they love to embrace that which makes no fuckin sense. Maybe if the NFL made the rules, we could all have a beer sit down and root for one team instead of booing them all.
Anyway, that's the way it is today..........I gotta go....more football to watch.