Archive | August, 2012

Breathtaking Inanity

13 Aug

Jonathan Vilma makes his case in court.

This is such bullshit.  What the hell happened?  I thought we were getting Saints games every four days this year.  Now I have to wait another damn week and a half for the next game, a game I won’t even be able to attend, against some FBS team from Florida.

At least the powers that be have seen to it that this ridiculous delay between meaningless football games is an eventful one, am I right?  Just today we got some great news from the State Police (who are now able to turn to more pressing matters, such as the Fletcher Mackel impersonator) and John Barr shat all over himself.  However, I’m getting ahead of myself.  Let’s take a step back.  Three days ago we were treated to a spectacular court hearing, covered live by our crack local beats on twitter.

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Overanalyzing the Preseason: Episode II

10 Aug

“He totally ran into me on purpose and they didn’t call a penalty or nothing!”

Welp.  That was kind of boring.  7-6, really?  Two of the most prolific offenses in the league, and that’s the best you can do?  I’m starting to think this preseason shit is a waste of time. 

Ah, who am I kidding?  That was great!  I love football.  Both teams scored more than #2points, so there’s that.  You know, I titled my preseason posts “Overanalyzing the Preseason” for a reason – because basically any analysis of the preseason is going to be overanalysis by definition.  We take meaningless games and blow them entirely out of proportion, work ourselves into a frenzy (in one direction or the other) and it’s really much ado about not shit.  But that’s the fun of preseason, so here we go.

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Overanalyzing the Preseason: Episode I

7 Aug

Pay me my money!

What a weekend! 

Willie Roaf entered the Hall of Fame, Jeff Duncan took a dump on those idiot Saints fans, football players played actual football, a non-legendary Cardinals quarterback got smushed, the League flinched while Vilma LMAO’d, and holy crap, did I mention there was an actual football game?

Well, I mean, I guess it depends on your definition of “football game,” but I’ll take anything that involves more shoulder pads than judges right about now.

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