As I was navigating traffic between downtown Denver and the Tech Center the other day, I found myself with some time to kill.
That is to say I was stuck in traffic.
Rather than complain--or worse, tune in to 104.3 The Fan--I decided to do what any Broncos fan would do when faced with a similar crisis.
I started reading bumper stickers.
Here are five that I saw.
I'm quite sure I'll have more for you in the future.
The 4th of July is only a few days away. I am feeling patriotic. Rather than give you a lecture on the Boston Tea Party, however, I'm just going to make the following assumptions:
What's more American than getting drunk, blowing stuff up, baking in the ozone, and having your relatives steal your alcohol?
Nothing, my man, there ain't nothing.
In your drunken stupor, you're going to want to mix football and patriotism. You should probably resist that urge. Leave that to the professionals like Roger Goodell.
Instead, impress your father-in-law with some of these little known facts about the Founding Fathers...if they had had football back in 1776.
These days, tattoos are so common that not getting one almost makes you en vogue.
What once was the pride of pre-colonial Filipino warriors is now a few hours of work on the lower back of a half-buzzed sorority girl who happens to be feeling a little dangerous.
I guess it all depends on the color of that butterfly, girlfriend.
I've personally avoided the tribal armband. Instead, I've considered getting a teardrop for every Raiders fan I've verbally smoked over the years. But the human face can only handle so much crying; there are a lot of Raiders fans out there, unfortunately.
I long ago lost my faith in the quality of Bon Jovi's work.
Yet I can't recall the exact game I stopped believing in NFL statistics. Perhaps it's best if I tell you when I began to lose my faith.
It was last year's game when the Broncos were pulverized (yet again) by the Baltimore Ravens. You probably remember the statistical headlines from the game. Kyle Orton threw for over 300 yards and Brandon Lloyd went for more than 100 yards receiving. I had already posted my Gut Reaction to the game, which like all Gut Reactions, are usually posted within fifteen minutes of a game's finish. It was well-written, yet there was something that still haunted me.
So I hit the game tape over and over again. It didn't take more than a few series to see the horror that was Haloti Ngata.
Ngata was dominant that day, even though he finished with only three tackles. Play after play he dominated the Broncos' offensive line. Ngata got gap penetration; he used the same swim move what seemed like half a dozen times (which I promptly taught to a pee-wee football team the following week); he pushed the line back into the backfield two or three yards; he was a nightmare that, to this day, probably causes Ryan Harris to wake at night in cold sweats.
Perhaps many of you remember Mad Libs.
They were the creation of screenwriter Leonard Stern, who passed away earlier this week.
In honor of Stern, Mad Libs, and the ridiculousness that is the NFL lockout, we decided to give you our own fill-in-the-blank Mad Lib.
This one is a letter to Roger Goodell.
Just fill in each blank with whatever comes to your mind and click on the "create story" button once you are done. A small window will pop up with your own letter. You can copy your story from the window in the comments below if you'd like. I took the liberty of creating the first.
It should be ridiculous. But that's the point of Mad Libs.
Will John Fox be a good coach? Will he be a great coach? Will he be fired after two seasons?
Rather than offer up a Kool-Aid-based opinion, in which I defend Fox as a turnaround artist and the victim of bad ownership in Carolina, I thought I'd let sheer randomness take a crack at the question.
So let's start our own NFL. You've always wanted to do that, haven't you? Now, instead of being born an heir to the Johnson & Johnson fortune, you can just have a team. Yeah, I'm that nice a guy. Savor it.
The ground rules of our league are quite simple. We don't even need to pay Roger Goodell his meager $1 salary. The rules are as follows:
Why four seasons? Well, that happens to be a common contract length for a new coach. But who's counting, eh?
The NFL lockout has given many teams an excuse to trim payroll. Cuts (or furloughs) for coaches and staff are reported to have hit the Arizona Cardinals, Atlanta Falcons, Buffalo Bills, Detroit Lions, Jacksonville Jaquars, Kansas City Chiefs, Miami Dolphins, New York Jets, and Tampa Bay Bucs.
Greedy owners? Sure. Greedier than other teams that aren't cutting payroll? Perhaps.
The Denver Broncos are one of several teams who have said they won't be cutting back.
They should be lauded for the move, but not for some moral, ethical, or emotional argument. They should be lauded because it's smart business.
Americans sure are a conflicted lot.
Perhaps it's our Puritan heritage mixed with a healthy dose of risk taking. After all, it requires a special type to flee religious persecution and immediately begin executing witches (good times!).
We've been battling our demons ever since.
Take sex, for instance. In 2004, we Americans collectively blew a gasket after seeing Janet Jackson's nipple during the Super Bowl. At the same time, the pornography industry outearned Microsoft, Google, Amazon, eBay, Yahoo, Apple,and Netflix combined. Gambling is another of our favorites. According to this research from Fairleigh Dickinson University, 53% of Americans oppose betting on college and pro sports, but 62% of these same Americans have gambled at a casino at least once.
The list goes on and on. Pick any topic, and it's likely Americans will have conflicted themselves in some manner.
Perhaps the biggest joke of them all is college athletics. Education and college athletics may be allowed on the same bus (or chartered jet), but education has to sit in the back.
This week, we were again reminded of this reality. Everyone's favorite grandfather in a sweater vest, Jim Tressel, resigned from Ohio State University.
For months I had been working on a new men's cologne called Elway.
The name was just local color.
My true intention was combining the pungent smell of the Broncos' locker room with the grassy aroma of the Mile High turf
Originally, the name of the cologne was going to be Johnson 9-5 on account of the fact that it took about an hour for you to work up enough sweat so that your female coworkers could get a whiff of your "natural" pheromones.
The name Elway just sounds better. I don't anticipate it will help sales in the least. My lawyer told me to say that, but in my heart, I believe it.
The strong scent was guaranteed; the results with your female coworkers were not.
Now that I've received a letter from some NFL quarterback telling me to cease and desist with this cologne, I'm guess I'll just write some limericks wrapping up this week's most interesting news.
I'm not a huge NBA fan, but this story about Scottie Pippen drew my attention yesterday.
It seems Pippen made a comment that LeBron James might eventually be the greatest player in NBA history--greater even than Michael Jordan.
That's not the interesting part of the story. If Pippen believes LeBron is that good, he's certainly entitled to it. What's more interesting is what he tweeted to fans who disagreed with his assessment:
For all of you that don't know I played the game you keep watching and cheering.
Here we go again--another former athlete who thinks that just because they played the game, their ability to evaluate talent is far superior to the ability of anyone else. Further, they think everyone else should just shut up.
Pippen could have easily been a former NFL player saying the same thing. Ryan Leaf famously remarked that only players could really understand.
The antichrist to this view is, of course, Matt Millen. A Pro Bowler and NFL champion four times over, Millen was, at best, a below average talent evaluator. One NFL executive even remarked that Millen had made more draft mistakes than anyone else had in two centuries.