A David Johnson, of many.
When I was in elementary, people would sometimes ask me who my favorite football team was, and I’d say, “The Panthers.”
Then they’d say, “No, no, no. We mean the NFL, not high school.”
“I know,” I’d say. “I’m a fan of the Carolina Panthers.”
Then they’d laugh and make fun of me. (“They” are quite unkind, as Edward Lear well knew.)
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I sort of thought about doing something about the Super Bowl, but it’s now four days past, so the relevancy of the moment has escaped. Unfortunately, I don’t have aphorisms or anecdotes to illustrate that point. Erm, seize the day and make flee the sun. Or something. (I’m sorry.)
In any case, I’m entirely too happy about the outcome of the game: that the Pittsburgh Steelers lost and Green Bay Packers won, in that order.
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The Cowboys lost Sunday and didn’t make the playoffs.
They needed one win to get in, and instead got blown out in the sort of game where if they’d played 100 games, the outcome wouldn’t have changed. The sort of game that makes you wonder if all the Dallas players owed their bookies money, or if Wade Phillips forfeited Saturday and somebody forgot to tell the team that that meant they didn’t need to actually play the game out.
In other words, it was ugly.
Continue reading “Should have been a super year for Cowboys”
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