A post over on the Sports Page reminded me of something I’ve wanted to write about for some time. While I enjoy football as much as the next guy, I am NAUSEATED by the coverage during the offseason. Especially since fantasy football started taking off, I’m sick of football by the time the regular season rolls around. The endless speculation, the know-it-all sportscasters that really know shit trying to venture an “educated” guess about how many yards so-and-so will get this year, or who will challenge the Cheatriots, or how many Bengals will get arrested. These guys make all these predictions, and by pure luck alone, one of them will get one thing right, and will then proceed to go ON AND ON about how they’ve been saying this since Day One and how the WWL is all about the sports expertise and has more insight than God and Jesus combined.

When the WWL isn’t occupied fellating themselves and each other, they move on to Tom Brady and the rest of those CHEATING PATRIOT FAHKS. Somewhere in a corner at the Bristol complex,, I’m fairly certain there’s a cardboard cutout of Tom Brady with a Sybian behind it. If any team besides the Patriots, Cowboys, or Giants cheated the way NE has over the past couple of years, they would be made to forfeit their games. But, since the press is in love with the aforementioned teams, they find some way to give them good press by giving them bad press. Much like Manny Ramirez and A-Rod in baseball. This opens a whole different can of worms about East Coast (particulary Northeast Coast) media bias that deserves a post all its own.

Most of all, I’m completely sick of Brett Favre. While I was concerned that continuing to play over the past several years was going to tarnish his legacy, it has been irreparably destroyed by his off-season shenanigans this year. For shame, sir. For shame.

So, while all of America looks forward to standing out in cold weather for 5 hours with 50,000 other retards, flat beer, shitty, overpriced seats at outdated stadiums, and Tom Brady getting his cock sucked, I’ll be watching the World Series, then maybe I’ll think about watching some football from the warmth of a barstool. And no, I don’t want to go to a Bears game in any month after October, and I sure as shit will not be joining anyone’s fucking Fantasy League.