Spurious thoughts and idle musings from the world of sports …

And 1 … Ouch.  Man, I can’t even begin to get my head wrapped around going 18-1 and not winning The Vince.  That is pain and we’re not talking French bread here.  But pain is what’s for dinner and the once-beaten Patriots have no one to blame but themselves.  Well, maybe the Super Bowl champeen New York Jints had a little something to do with it.  That nasty pass rush made the league’s best offensive line look silly and gave the Jints just enough time and space to seal it with two late sixes.  Thanks for playing, Pats, and Mercury Morris has some lovely parting gifts for you.
 
Hello ???  Hello, Mr Manning, this is Tony Romo, did I catch you at a bad time ???  No, certainly not, Tony, and please call me Archie.  Now what I can do for you ???  Well, Archie, this wasn’t my idea but Jerry Jones told me to call you and ask if you and Mrs Manning could adopt me as your son in time for next season.  He really wants to win the Super Bowl and seeing as your sons have won the last two … Well, I’m not sure about that, Tony … Say, can I put you on hold for a second, I have another call coming in.  Hello, who is this ???  Carson Palmer ???  I, uh, wait, hold on, there’s another call … Honey, could you tell Philip Rivers I’ll call him right back.

Okay, we get it … Janet Jackson’s naughty bit four years ago completely frazzled the grand poobahs at the NFL league office.  But can we please end the geezer tour that the halftime show has become in the wake of Miss J’s all-too-brief wardrobe malfunction ???  We had Paul McCartney in Jacksonville, the Stones two years ago, Prince last year and now Tom Petty and the Heart Bypass Surgeries this year.  What’s next, a Doors reunion ???  C’mon, baby, light my bifocals.

Golf season is back and so is some guy named Tiger.  I can’t be positive but I think he means business.  I don’t usually make bold predictions but Tiger looks like he just might win a few tournaments this year.
 
Supe ads were either bizarre or tame.  The one with the chick whose beating heart jumped out of her chest to tell her boss she was quitting her job didn’t exactly go well with the nachos and 7-layer dip I was trying to keep down.  The Dalmation training the Clydesdale was cute but sappy … And I’m still trying to figure out just how many different companies are out there selling magic water with some kind of fruit flavor in it.

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