Sometimes I think we were better off back in the old days, when we only had 5 or 6 TV channels to pick from. At least there always seemed to be something decent to tune into. These days, I have a couple thousand choices available and everything's boring. Or maybe I'm just getting old and senile.
The talking sports heads are all a-flutter over who will be the Philadelphia Eagles' starting QB this year. Mike Vick or Nick Foles. Guess what? Who cares? With a rookie NFL head coach (Chip Kelly) bringing in his own brand new coaching staff and installing a different system -- the Eagles aren't going anywhere this year. They'll be lucky to wind up 8-8. Wake me up when they win a playoff game, which brings me to...
The Detroit Lions. Even Rip Van Winkle didn't sleep as long (20 years) since the Lions last won a playoff game (1991). In fact, they've only ever won one PERIOD since Super Bowls started way back when LBJ was President and the Viet Nam war was just starting to heat up. And come to think of it, those were the days of the 5-6 TV channels mentioned above. And 8-track audio tapes. And the Beatles were still the rage. Yours truly had just been blessed with his first great-grandchild. You know -- a LONG time ago.
Now the Lions have picked up cast-off free agent running back Reggie Bush and drafted a defensive end named Ziggie, who played a grand total of one year of football in college. But this will be the year, chant the Honolulu blue and silver koolaid addicts. Right. They still have the Matthew Stafford to Calvin Johnson stat show and not much else. So I say, who cares? They ain't going anywhere either. For that matter, I'm thinking the Eagles will win another playoff game before the Puddytats.
Evidently, there's a massive manhunt going on in northern California and Oregon for some guy suspected of murder and kidnapping a kid. I live thousands of miles away. Shoot me a bulletin when he crosses the Mississippi heading east, and maybe I'll keep an eye out for him. Until then -- why should I care? I've got enough evil-doings happening within a 25 mile radius of my house to be concerned with, so excuse me if I don't get overly worked up about something that's happening on the other side of the continent.
With the PGA tournament, the last "major" of the year upon us, the golf talkies are already handicapping Phil and Tiger. Phil won the British Open a couple months ago. Tiger hasn't won a major since 2008. Tiger has more major wins (14) than Phil (5). But in the last five years when they've been paired together on Sunday, Phil has outplayed Tiger every time, to the tune of 19 strokes. That's a lot. So when you add it all up -- what do you have?
Who cares? First, they both have to make the cut on Friday -- no given. Then they both have to get to the top of the leader board on Saturday, before they would constitute the final pairing on Sunday. The odds against that are very high, considering all the best golfers in the world will be participating. Look at how many different players have won the recent majors. Of the last 16 events, there's been 15 different names. The competition is brutal these days.
So let's see. Obama and Putin are diplomatically hissy-fitting again. Congress went on summer vacation while obviously learning (and accomplishing) nothing during their last semester. The turmoil in the Middle East rages on as lives continue to be lost, and this innocuous blog post will no doubt be scanned by some nerd in an intelligence agency somewhere. Just in case.
But I'm supposed to be concerned over who wins an MVP, whether the Lakers or Yankees make the playoffs, Kobe or Lebron tweets, Shaq's latest body spray, or Wes Welker's take on former coach Bill Belichick? Please.
Do I really need to say it again?
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