Eric sat around all day Sunday watching the NFL. Observations within (mostly non-football related).
I plan to make this a weekly feature, since, barring any unfortunate set backs, I’ll be sitting down every Sunday to waste away, monitoring my five fantasy football teams and enjoying a rest filled day of NFL football. The comments here will mostly be culture/media oriented, and as much as I would love to give you my thoughts on Jon Kitna freaking out, Michael Turner’s tree-trunk legs, the Death of Tom Brady, I’ll leave that to the pros (e.g. Terry Bradshaw). I also refuse to post without a lengthy introduction, wherein you’ll find that I have to start off with introducing the setbacks and limitations. My temporary residence situation (aka Operation September Homelessness) is unfortunate in terms of maximizing my ability to watch and write about the things I see, so for now I’ll have to rely solely on the memory of a hungover day on a friend’s couch, which included multiple naps, a Philly Cheese steak, Bloody Marys, and fruit flys.
Notes from NFL Sunday: Week 1
In a world in which The Buzzcocks, The Clash, Hum, and even Lilys have been used to sell automobiles, this shouldn’t come as a shock, but there was something amusingly strange about an NFL commercial that featured a cover of Morrissey’s “Every Day is Like Sunday”. Silent and grey isn’t exactly how I would describe my experiences watching the NFL, but what the fuck, some people just don’t know any better.
As a child (literally) of the 1990s, I can think of five individuals who had the most impact on my life as a sports fan. First, my Dad (of course), who taught me that sports are awesome, in addition to the unconditional love of the Chicago White Sox, “Big Dog” Glen Robinson, and Purdue’s passing game (Joe Tiller style). Second would be Frank Thomas, my all time favorite baseball player, and not coincidentally one of the most destructive hitters of not only the 90s, but of all time (try and argue, please). Third, without question, is MJ, as if I need to explain being ages 6-13 during six glorious championships in eight years. The last two are Keith Olbermann and Dan Patrick, who go hand in hand for their work together on Sportscenter during the years of 1992-1997. They might not have invented the pop-culture oriented, snark-laden commentary of daily sporting events that made ESPN/Sportscenter popular, but to this day no one’s done it better (not to mention the possibility of backlash at these two, if only for the countless attempts to do the same thing in their wake). So seeing Olbermann (and Patrick) back on “Football Night in America” last night was something of a joy for me. “I just fell on my keys” and the “biscuit in the basket” phrase drop were enough to satisfy this post-games viewer. I try not to get too nostalgic about certain things, but shit, man, long live the kings.
At least 20 viewings of the new Wendy’s commercial. As an avid carnivore I’ll say the “Baconator” does look ridiculous, possibly awesome:
Unfortunately, the advertising genius’ at Wendy’s International thought it’d be a “COOL” juxtaposition to have a commercial where some bro explains to his salad-eating girlfriend (wimp!) that he’s a “Meatetarian” … you know, like “vegetarian” but with meat! This commercial is offensive on multiple levels, and sad to say, has swayed me from any urge to try the Baconator.
Tom Brady is dead; Long live Tom Brady! In the wake of the RNC, Republicans everywhere are mourning the loss of Tom Brady, along with the greater New England area and all Tom Brady fantasy football owners. Coming off the best season in the history of NFL quarterbacking, Brady got knocked out of the game, and season, with a torn ACL (though details have been murky). While it’s a devastating blow to a lot of people, nothing was more humorous than seeing the NBC/FOX media crews treating the injury with the somber, regrettable attitude of a funeral. Though the pundits dug into shit like “It’s a terrible loss for the NFL,” you know they were just talking about themselves. They’re going to have to find someone else to drool over this year, which shouldn’t be too hard when an elderly Brett Favre is getting sacked and lobbing up touchdowns to dudes named Chansi Stuckey.
Nothing says the start of the NFL (or network sports in general) like commercials for the season and/or series premiere of some good/bad looking television shows. I mean, a new season of Terminator/Sarah Conor Chronicles? Like, no way! Alright, well, maybe I’ll try and watch “Fringe” since it stars everyone’s favorite Baltimore police department officer not named Lester Freamon, Cedric Daniels (Lance Reddick). The thought of his monotone delivery and Robocop build interacting with Pacey Witter is just too much to handle.