The surgical scars are still there

Falcoholic

When I was a toddler, I had a hernia operation. I remember shortly after I awoke from the operation, the beautiful nurse attending to me asked if I wanted something to drink. All I could think about at that moment was just how delicious a Sprite would taste. I was

Layoff city: Population, Leftwich!

Falcoholic

I’ve been waiting many months to write this. My fingers cannot keep up with my enthusiasm and thoughts. I’m lucid beyond belief. Yes, the day is here, Byron Leftwich no longer has the privilege to call himself a Falcon. He never will. Adios.

The NFL celebrates Valentine’s Day too!

Falcoholic

Unbeknowst to many, NFL players do have a romantic side. They are not the NBA who have a tendency to wear pants only during games, and average 12 illegitimate children each. Of course, Shawn Kemp singlehandedly raises the average number of children per NBA player.

Today, Falcoholic salutes you…

Falcoholic

I should prelude my post by explaining that my colleague, Will from New York, and I discussed that homages to players from bye-gone eras would be appropriate discussion in the off-season, the very bland and long off-season. Of course, there are many other topics such as collegiate recruiting (of which, I’ll let Miller Genuine handle if he so desires), free

If I can change…and YOU can change…then WE ALL can change!

Miller Genuine

As many of you know, Will and I are HUGE Dallas Cowboys fans. So most of you are probably a little curious about our rooting interest in last night’s Super Bowl. On one hand, you have the bitter intra-division rivalry with the Giants, and on the other hand you have the dynasty-infringing Patriots. Well, I can only think of one word that describes my reaction to the G-Mens’ victory: ELATED. Yes, that’s right, I was earnestly rooting for Giants. I still can’t believe it either. This lovefest will probably only last for a few more hours, so I’ll have some real game analysis up later. Until then, enjoy this clip – a sweet, sweet metaphor for the way the G-Men took down the Patty Cakes last night.

I am Jack’s smirking revenge

Falcoholic

Since the Giants delivered a beat down unto an unsuspecting Patty’s team, I will relate the game and the Patriots to a series of 10 Fight Club quotes.

1. I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise: I, as well as Plaxico, predicted G-Men victory! Well, I wanted victory. Close enough.

Random football thoughts

Will from New York

Some thoughts as the season comes to a finish. This will be like Larry King’s old column, only less coherent.