Enough talk, let’s just play the game already
Friday - February 01, 2008
The only part of the Super Bowl I don’t like is the quantity of hype and analysis we all have to endure prior to the actual game.
Brief scenarios and match-up comparisons are fun for a while,but who can take the predictions of the pundits seriously? On Fox alone, every analyst picked Dallas over New York, and only Terry Bradshaw picked the Giants over the Packers. It’s a perfect waste of time to listen to predictions with any conviction that they’ll be right.
And it’s a good thing. That’s why you play the games!
Give me a close, hard-fought game with some hard hits and a handful of big plays. Let Tom Petty be in good voice at halftime, and throw in a couple of commercials we can talk about on Monday.
If the Giants win, it’ll be a bonus. And no, I’m not predicting any such thing. * From the time almost any of us began to play sports, we have those daydreams where we are the stars. Each of us imagines hitting the walk-off homer, beating the defense deep for the winning touchdown, or burying the jumper at the buzzer to win a championship. It is a pleasant idyll, and some of us actually get a brief taste somewhere down the line.
But nobody lives the dream like Tiger Woods.In modern history,no athlete has ever dominated his peers like Tiger. His performance at the Buick last week was mind-boggling, and after a long layoff, no less.
If anyone else was to say that achieving a grand slam was “easily within reason,“you’d send them off to a mental health clinic,but with Woods, it seems, well, reasonable. When Stewart Clink commented after three rounds that,“I’m in second, but I’m really not in contention,“I thought two things: I’ve never heard an elite athlete say that, and he was absolutely right!
Sorry, Jack Nicklaus, but I’ve got to get this out. Tiger Woods is the greatest golfer of all time. Period. By the time he’s done, he’ll hold every record in the game. And despite having more money than the Sultan of Brunei,he has the inner drive that seems to make him hungrier to win with every passing year. Players paired with Tiger on Sundays are reduced to being the New Jersey Generals next to his Harlem Globetrotters.And every player on tour knows it.
I’m burned out on the steroids discussion.I’ve said before that Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens would get my vote as Hall of Famers, regardless of their use of steroids. But I’d have much more respect for each of them if they’d get out in front of this, apologize and move on. Clemens’vehement denials and careful conversation with Brain McNamee in a taped call and with Mike Wallace on 60 Minutes do not have the ring of truth. While none of us knows exactly what transpired, we all have our bullfeathers detectors. Mine is beeping loudly.
I’m at the point where the very mention of Bonds or Clemens is an irritant. I just wish they’d go away. Take your millions and slink off into the sunset.Play some golf.I hear O.J. is looking for a threesome.
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