The Sunshine Empire

I have grown to abhor the sporting press as a whole.  They always are drawn not by an honest analytical view of the game, but their own childish assumptions.  To watch any NFL broadcast whether on the major networks or ESPN, the league only consists of four or five teams.  These teams play a 16 game exhibition season and then they start their seasons in the playoffs.  “Playoffs?” as Jim Mora once said.  Meanwhile the Jaguars have arguably the best defense in the National Football League and the highlights are shown almost nothing more than, “Kansas City lost a game to some team, but how ’bout them Patriots?”  They just fawn over certain teams and most of the time they win, but the performance is embarrassing to watch.  Bill Cowher looks awful on the CBS studio team.  He’s such a serious guy but he has to play with that, “where all just a bunch of guys like you and we are having a fucking ball” bullshit.

The same thing goes for college football as well.  Watching the LSU-Florida game the color commentator was practically proclaiming that Tim Tebow could cure the sick and save mankind.  But once LSU took the momentum you would think that the four horsemen of the apocalypse would shudder in fear of these great LSU Tigers.  The romantic nature of it almost made me vomit my Miller Lite.