I was watching the World Series of Poker when they had to stop the action and look at the replay. After sixteen minutes and twenty-nine different angles an official announces, “The ruling on the table stands, the bald guy who keeps picking up and dropping his chips has a pair!”
Turns out I had dozed off and was dreaming that poker had become the NFL.
If your sporting life revolves around the NFL, then you must be more excited than the fat kid who just found out the McRib is back. This upcoming weekend of football deliciousness has been eighteen long weeks in the making and I hope you appreciate it because weekends like this one only come around once a year. Here’s a breakdown of what are historically the best weekends in American sports.
There are a bunch of groovy rock songs that talk about how “rock will never die” or how “you can’t kill rock & roll.” I wanna believe the concept and more than once I’ve screamed, “Fuck, ya!” when I hear those words and the badass guitar riffs that go with them. It turns out it’s not really true. Rock & roll is slowly expiring because the people who dig it and make it are expiring … so bye-bye Miss American Pie.