I had only planned on doing a little preview, since I’m not generally a betting woman. However. Now that Aaron’s given you his picks, I can’t let him completely take over my turf without chiming in myself, now can I?
Apologies for the lag time. Work + life + inability to visit an NFL page without reading about how great Warner was against Green Bay = Holly took some time off from football.
After watching the weekend’s games, however, I’m left with a few lingering thoughts:
1. The Cowboys-Vikings game reminded me at points of each of the Packers-Vikings games. In each game against Minnesota, the Packers were down significantly at the start of the 4th quarter (28-14, 31-20 – 24-3 in 3d!), but managed to tighten the score in the face of serious pressure from Minnesota’s front four. On Sunday, Dallas was still theoretically “in the game” going into the 4th quarter. Yes, they were down 17-3, yes, Flozell Adams had left the game before halftime, and yes, Romo was getting his butt kicked. But 14 points wasn’t so much that Dallas’s offense couldn’t make something happen. The Vikings were letting them stick around.
Before anything else, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for reading, for giving me feedback, and for letting me geek out on football stats without pointing and laughing (overtly, anyway). It’s been a treat.
Everyone does it...staring out of your car window as you pass a particularly nasty accident on the highway. You hope that the drivers are OK, of course, but you also want to get an eyeful so that, when you finally get to where you're going, you can say, "You'll never guess what I saw today." Millions of people tuned in to the October 15 "Balloon Boy" incident, riveted by both the potential tragedy and the resulting spectacle of the media ploy. Despite our claims that we "try not to get sucked into the drama that surrounds a bad situation," be it a twenty-car wreck or Britney Spears' latest public meltdown, we all have those moments where we see a situation and think, "Thank God (or fate or common sense) that's not me."
When I was in Cleveland last week, my sister and I agreed that one of the best things about football is the physicality of the game. There’s just nothing quite like the sound of pads colliding, that pop that rings out as a player tries to impose his will on an opponent. No one can dispute that Atari Bigby’s punishing hits on Seattle’s receivers were highlights in the 2007 divisional playoff game. They were thrilling, and we watched them again and again. But reality sinks in when, in extolling the rush that comes with a particularly hard hit, we have to add a caveat: “so long as it’s clean and no one gets hurt.”
It started with this Ad Age post May 1st by Rich Thomaselli stating
The disgraced one-time NFL superstar serving prison time for funding an illegal dog-fighting ring is primed to do public-service ads for People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals upon his release later this month. According to three people with knowledge of the matter, the proposed endorsement is part of a comprehensive PR scheme aimed at rehabilitating the quarterback's image and gaining him readmission to the league that banned him from playing.
Then proceeded the blogging and twitter hashmark #michael vick worlds acting as though there were blood in the water.
"I firmly believe that any man’s finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle – victorious."