Jolt Country

John Madden, on the KC-Cleveland game: "That shouldn't decide a football game."

My point is: YES, it should. The primary reason I don't enjoy football anymore is the goddamn obnoxious Step-n-Fetchit routine that the players routinely engage in, jumping jacks when they hold the runner to only 12 yards, somersaults when they tackle the quarterback with their team down 39 points, prayer sermons in the endzone when they recover a fumble and run it back six yards. Obnoxious people. OBNOXIOUS.

So to see a team lose because of one of these asshole being OBNOXIOUS, well sir, that's about the GREATEST reason to decide a football game that I've ever seen.

After I saw that, I genuinely enjoyed watching football for the first time tonight, in the NE-Pittsburgh game.

Madden, I love ya babe, but BOOM, you're wrong.

That should be, "genuinely enjoyed [football] for the first time in several years". Not "ever", of course.

At one time, I was the world's most hardcore Washington Redskins fan.

At one time.

Madden stated that the Pats should have played for overtime in the Super Bowl. Right from there, he forfeited his right to have an opinion on anything else, ever, again.

Are you really bugged when a guy freaks out after making a routine play in the NFL? Maybe you're going about this all wrong. Let me break the NFL down for you, as I see it.

ICJ likes:
o Most of the guys who play, coach, and GM for the Saints

ICJ kind of likes:
o The rest of the Saints that do not fir the above, and a few guys who used to play for the Saints and, after leaving, did not blast the organization (i.e., La'Roi Glover and Joe Johnson).

ICJ sort of roots for, for no goddamn good idea:
Ricky Williams, though this is lessening at a severe rate. What the hell, he was at one time my favorite player. But all he does now is rip on the city of New Orleans, so fuck him.

ICJ hates with an unbridled passion, an encompassing misery, a rough and jagged shitclock of fury:
Every other fucking guy for every other miserable goddamn team in the pisshole-humping National Football League.

You might be served by having a "favorite team," I think, Ben. Don't you sort of, kind of, follow the Redskins? Maybe that was Clash or maybe Clash just wanted to drop that cheerleader. I don't recall exactly. But when I see a guy drop his helmet after a game I don't think, "Hey, the guy really embarassed himself, I'd really prefer it if he didn't do that," I instead think, "Hahahah, you miserable piece of crap, you cost your team the game and this kind of makes up for that Hail Mary that beat the Saints four years ago when you were an expansion team, and for when you (Carmen Policy) cheated the fucking salary cap with the Niners and got, essentially, no punishment for-fucking-ever, and the fact that the best kicker ever, former Saint Morten Andersen (who has never blasted Saint fans) beat you after the game was over makes this all the better."

You could do with some of that. Hop onto the season, pal. I've got more than enough anger for the both of us.