Weeks 2 and 3: Just Like Heaven
a couple of things. . .
I find it immensely entertaining that a mere three weeks after the NFL hype machine anointed New Orleans "America's Team" and shoved it down our throats (even Chris Berman got in on the act with his very-special-moment deep Chris Berman voice), they're beginning to realize the folly of christening a bunch of malcontent, whining underachievers a Cinderella team. Jim Haslet, who has enigmatically stretched a lone playoff victory _five years ago_ into a career, called it "patronizing" to have the game at the Meadowlands referred to as a "home" game. Joe Horn, who so wants to become a "personality" player that he's become more transparently desperate than Don Cheadle's character in "Boogie Nights," said that the NFL made a "mockery" of their home opener. What courage! How inspirational! This is the same kind of pleasure as finding out a child star is really a dope fiend, or watching Ashlee Simpson self-destruct in front of a live studio audience. I love watching fabricated images blow up. They're still a bunch of whiny losers and the NFL is finding itself in a hole of its own creation.
On to the show. . .
The most popular forms of entertainment in Thailand are, in reverse order, muay thai boxing, swindling foreigners, and Panthers football, and the country went nuts when the Panthers crushed the Pats in Week 2. It's amazing what people can forget in a week. After a dramatic victory over the Steelers this past week, the press cognoscenti have already anointed Tom Brady as (i) the league MVP, (ii) this year's Super Bowl MVP, (iii) a Hall of Fame lock, and (iv) America's Next Top Model. Just remember, against the Panthers, Brady went 23/44 for 270, 1 INT and 1 fumble.
To dominate one of the league's most feared teams is one thing; two dominate two in successive weeks? Unberievaberr! But that's exactly what the Panthers did in Miami in week 3! After tearing apart the defending Super Bowl champs on the ground (the Locomotive, RB Stephen Davis scoring 3 TDs), the Panthers ably demonstrated their aerial aptitude, with the General, Jake Delhomme, connecting with WR Steve Smith for 3 touchdowns! The last-minute Olindo Mare was meaningless compared to the clinic put on by your Panthers! The new Power Rankings are in, No. 1--Panthers, No. 2--Jesus on Judgment Day, No. 3--everybody else!
Reader mail feature:
Dave D. writes, "You said Bangkok."
Hee hee. I know. That still cracks me up. That and Dick Butkus. And Mitch Gaylord. And guys with girls' names, like Shannon or Kelly.
Kelly H. writes: "Nice to see someone besides me take heat in one of your posts!"
Whoops.
This week, in the bright lights of Monday night, Green Bay travels to Carolina. The press already have their human interest angle: Brett Favre lost his childhood home in Hurricane Katrina. Oh boo hoo. He's still, like, a kajillionaire. If Favre thought Hurrican Katrina was bad, wait until he sees what the Blue Cyclone does to his Packers.
Until next time.
Rrowrrr!
I find it immensely entertaining that a mere three weeks after the NFL hype machine anointed New Orleans "America's Team" and shoved it down our throats (even Chris Berman got in on the act with his very-special-moment deep Chris Berman voice), they're beginning to realize the folly of christening a bunch of malcontent, whining underachievers a Cinderella team. Jim Haslet, who has enigmatically stretched a lone playoff victory _five years ago_ into a career, called it "patronizing" to have the game at the Meadowlands referred to as a "home" game. Joe Horn, who so wants to become a "personality" player that he's become more transparently desperate than Don Cheadle's character in "Boogie Nights," said that the NFL made a "mockery" of their home opener. What courage! How inspirational! This is the same kind of pleasure as finding out a child star is really a dope fiend, or watching Ashlee Simpson self-destruct in front of a live studio audience. I love watching fabricated images blow up. They're still a bunch of whiny losers and the NFL is finding itself in a hole of its own creation.
On to the show. . .
The most popular forms of entertainment in Thailand are, in reverse order, muay thai boxing, swindling foreigners, and Panthers football, and the country went nuts when the Panthers crushed the Pats in Week 2. It's amazing what people can forget in a week. After a dramatic victory over the Steelers this past week, the press cognoscenti have already anointed Tom Brady as (i) the league MVP, (ii) this year's Super Bowl MVP, (iii) a Hall of Fame lock, and (iv) America's Next Top Model. Just remember, against the Panthers, Brady went 23/44 for 270, 1 INT and 1 fumble.
To dominate one of the league's most feared teams is one thing; two dominate two in successive weeks? Unberievaberr! But that's exactly what the Panthers did in Miami in week 3! After tearing apart the defending Super Bowl champs on the ground (the Locomotive, RB Stephen Davis scoring 3 TDs), the Panthers ably demonstrated their aerial aptitude, with the General, Jake Delhomme, connecting with WR Steve Smith for 3 touchdowns! The last-minute Olindo Mare was meaningless compared to the clinic put on by your Panthers! The new Power Rankings are in, No. 1--Panthers, No. 2--Jesus on Judgment Day, No. 3--everybody else!
Reader mail feature:
Dave D. writes, "You said Bangkok."
Hee hee. I know. That still cracks me up. That and Dick Butkus. And Mitch Gaylord. And guys with girls' names, like Shannon or Kelly.
Kelly H. writes: "Nice to see someone besides me take heat in one of your posts!"
Whoops.
This week, in the bright lights of Monday night, Green Bay travels to Carolina. The press already have their human interest angle: Brett Favre lost his childhood home in Hurricane Katrina. Oh boo hoo. He's still, like, a kajillionaire. If Favre thought Hurrican Katrina was bad, wait until he sees what the Blue Cyclone does to his Packers.
Until next time.
Rrowrrr!
posted by Panther fan at 11:45 PM
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