It’s the homestreach for the Perfect Football Weekend™ as we enter the bowl season in college football.  Utah & Navy played in the Poinsettia Bowl in San Diego last night with the Midshipmen failing by three points to do me a favor and shut up the Baby Huey Ootes, 32-35.  And tonight, Florida Atlantic “No One’s Ever Heard Of Us” University laid the wood to Memphis in the New Orleans Bowl, 44-27.
But tomorrow night is what I wanna talk about.  The Dallas Cowboys travel to Carolina tomorrow to (presumably) lay a whipping on the quarterback-less Panthers – although I’d be wary of the rookie they’re starting, Matt Moore.  Moore was one of the final cuts in Cowboy camp, and I was hoping they’d keep him – because he seems to have a Romo-like feel for the game, and a bazooka for an arm.
The C’boys are playing tomorrow night without Roy Williams, who was suspended due to Roger Goodell having his head up his ass.
People, lemme tell you something about this “horse-collar” rule they’ve got in the NFL now.  Players have been tackling by the horse collar since the days of Methuselah.  Sometimes ball carriers get hurt, sometimes they don’t.  Football’s a contact sport, okay?  Bodies collide, bones occasionally crack from the impact.  As I noted previously, the interior cut-block, which continues to blow out linemen’s knees and end careers in some cases, is still perfectly legal, and taught by all 30 NFL offensive-line coaches.  So why the pissy-faced angst over the horse collar?
I’ll tell you why – The Pussydelphia Beagles, that’s why.  This half-assed excuse-for-a-franchise is the biggest bunch of tutu-wearing, sniveling bastards in the NFL – yes, even more so than the San Transexual Fairy Whiners.  For only after a Williams tackle wound up breaking Widdle Terri Owens’ ankle a couple years ago did the NFL come up with the rule, ostensibly known as the “Roy Williams rule”.  (And why Williams hasn’t yet sued the NFL for defamation of character, I can’t fathom.)
A couple years before that, if memory serves, The World’s Greatest Ever Quarterback Ever In The History Of Ever, Ever™, Donna McCrabbs, blew out his knee on a tackle.  Bammo – the NFL promptly instituted a rule about tackling at the knees.
The fact is that if this were any other NFL team, nothing would have been done.  If one of our receivers had broken their ankle as a result of a horse collar tackle, it wouldn’t be a rule today.  But because it’s the Pussydelphia Beagles, the biggest bunch of fucking crybabies in the league, that league has to attach its lips firmly to the Beagles’ collective ass and pacify its butt-buddies.  Fuck you, Widdle Woger Goodell.
We’re back Monday or Tuesday for the recap.  In the meantime, a trip to Houston is on the horizon, about which I’ll tell you more next week.