Posted on | February 7, 2011 | 15 Comments
You will recall that I predicted the Obama Jinx would doom the Steelers. So all you Steelers fans who scoffed at my prophecy, suck it.
Speaking of sucking, did that halftime show suck or what?
The Black-Eyed Peas were exposed as the Milli Vanilli of the 21st century. Take away their studio effects, and what are you left with? A rap group with a white chick dancing around, pretending she can sing. I’ve seen better acts at a karaoke bar.
Also, Christine Aguilera screwed up the national anthem. The NFL should have a policy: If you’re hired to sing “The Star-Spangled Banner” and you screw it up, you don’t get paid.
The game itself was similarly plagued by screw-ups. I counted at least four dropped passes by Green Bay receivers, and I didn’t even watch the whole game. When I play catch with my sons, I tell them: “See the ball, catch the ball. Look the ball into your hands.”
If you can reach it, you can catch it.
Catching a football is about concentration — a matter of mind-power — and while it may be difficult to concentrate when a cornerback is chasing you, there was simply no valid excuse for professional players on a championship team to drop passes like that.
They ought to be running wind sprints this morning, as punishment. Dropped passes, fumbles, missed tackles, penalties — stuff like that, you make ‘em show up at the field the next morning to run a certain number of wind sprints per punishment. I don’t care if you just won the Super Bowl, team discipline permits of no such exceptions.
Don’t like it? Find another line of work.