Why I am excited for the 2009 NFL Season
Thursday, September 10th 2009. We're almost there. Just 9 more days. 9 more agonizing days. Sure baseball will cut into the agony a little bit. But with the Yankees 6.5 games up, I'm feeling fairly comfortable with their current position (I'll regret saying that).
I'm always excited for the NFL. Always. Even the day after the Super Bowl. I feel it's a sport that should be played on a continuous loop, all year. To hell with the players and their families! Their job is to entertain me. But alas, the teams are required their "offseason" or whatever, and we are stuck with 7 months of pain.
That being said, this year feels different. There is more anticipation for the upcoming season. Maybe it's the old, indecisive quarterbacks. Or the young, whiny quarterbacks. Or the returning, felony-committing quarterbacks. There is just more to talk about. More to speculate about.
So on September 10th, 2009, when the Tennessee Titans face off against the Pittsburgh Steelers at Heinz Field, I, among millions of others will jump head first into the 2009 NFL Season. And I will tell you why.

Fantasy Football
Full disclosure here: I am an unabashed sports freak. "Obsessive" is the word my family and friends use. I base my schedule off where I will be when my teams are playing. I'm dreading the day when I have to decide between a Yankees playoff game and the birth of my first child (Kidding). So naturally, Fantasy sports, more specifically Fantasy Football is right up my alley. As I type, I have four teams already drafted and ready to go, with 2 more drafts pending.
Michael Turner or Matt Forte? Drew Brees or Tom Brady? Girlfriend or no girlfriend? These are decisions you have to make when competing in a fantasy football league. They're tough decisions mind you. It's tough work trying to figure out which rookies will have stand out years. Or which 'over-the-hill' players will have a comeback year.
My love for fantasy football increased exponentially last year when, for the first time, I won one of my leagues. Boy did that league add a few wrinkles to my forehead. There were plenty of sleepless nights wondering if Matt Schaub will throw for 200 yards and 2 touchdowns, or if my waiver pick-up of Pierre Thomas will payoff (It did, by the way). Now, I'm hungry to defend my title.

Brett Favre
Go ahead, tell me you're not excited for the Brett Favre Era to begin in Minnesota. Tell me. I don't care what your feelings are for the wishy-washy, pill-popping, John Deere riding quarterback. You're pumped. We're all pumped. Just imagine what it is going to be like when he takes his first snaps back at Lambeau Field on November 1st. For his entire career with the Green Bay Packers, this scenario wasn't possible. Favre was a cheesehead through and through. He would never don a Viking jersey. But here we are.
Everything that needs to be said about Brett Favre has been said 90 times over. All that is left is the performance on the field.

Jay Cutler
I wish I had a video camera. Because then I would be able to record my impression of Jay Cutler. Instead I'll just describe it for you. Imagine if you will, me in a ballerina's tutu with chocolate all over my face and whining that my mommy gave some to my sister. Yes, that sounds about right. That is Jay Cutler. He's an incredible talent, but a baby. He begged for a trade ten minutes after his new coach inquired about the availability of another quarterback. Talk about having thin skin. Well, he got his wish. He is now with the Chicago Bears. A team whose window for a Super Bowl is closing and desperately needed a decent quarterback.

Michael Vick
Obviously. Too bad he won't be considered for reinstatement until Week 6. But still, the Eagles are going to be good and Vick will be a part of some very important games this season. It's scary to think that he has been out of the game for two seasons and he is still only 29 years old. No one really knows how much he has regressed as a football player since August of 2007, but if he is anything like he used to be, the Eagles have the best "What If" player in the NFL.

Mark Sanchez
I know I shouldn't be excited for him. I really shouldn't. Sure he looked good in his last preseason game against the Giants, but the expectations are too high to begin with. Yes the Jets are built to win now. But can Sanchez take them to the playoffs with no No. 1 receiver? Highly unlikely. That being said, it's still nice to see this franchise with some sort of future and direction.
I pray for a 9-7 season. Or a win against the Pats. I'll take either.
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I know that Deadspin posted this video already, but I've supplied them with enough good links. I think we're even.
I’m starting to embrace the “Dog Days”

What a weekend, huh? I mean, for me, as a Yankee fan. Your weekend could've been terrible. But mine was great. And by "great" I mean, the Yankees won. They won baseball games. All of them. And more importantly, they won them against the Red Sox. Thereby lengthening their division lead over Boston to 6.5 games.
It's funny how your overall mood changes based on how your favorite team is performing. If the Yankees are struggling, I am suddenly snarky and critical, everything I eat tastes bad, and one little inconvenience can set me off for the day. Not this weekend though. It could've been raining acid and fire I would have had an upbeat attitude. Yankee wins cures all ills. Especially in the manner they did it over the past four days.
Forget the fact that they were playing the Red Sox. These wins would have been considered epic if they played the Long Island Ducks. Having the wins be against Boston was just icing on the proverbial cake.
Coming into Thursday, the Yankees were 0-8 against the Red Sox for the season. A stat that has been shoved down the throats of Yankee fans since the last time the two teams met. But the Yankees changed for the better since then. They have a relatively healthy Alex Rodriguez, Mark Teixeira decided to start earning his paycheck, and Phil Hughes has become Goose Gossage circa 1977.
The series was a perfect storm for the Yankees. And they took advantage. The Red Sox were (and still are) seriously depleted. Jason Bay was out of the lineup for the first two games of the series with a hamstring injury. Big Papi, who was careless and took some supplements and blah blah blah, has been a shell of a shell of his former self. It's almost comical how much he has fallen off. There were pitches thrown to him this weekend, that if they were thrown to him in 2004, they would've landed on the Deegan. 2009, not so much. It looked like he was swinging a 20 pound bat and his arms were made of jello. Final box score from this weekend: 1 for 14, 2 BBs, 3 Ks, and millions of broken hearts.
You can really fault the Sox pitching for their humilation. Other than Smoltz (whom they designated for assignment), Beckett, Lester and even Buchholz held their own. In fact, the Yankees couldn't touch Beckett or Lester. So say what you will about Boston right now, but if they some how find a way into the playoffs, you can punch their ticket to the second round. Because no one is beating them in a short series (maybe the Tigers).
Since the beginning of the season, I've bemoaned the fact that the new stadium is dead. When I went there it felt cold and sterile. And don't even get me started on the $1,250 seats. Not to mention how half of the seats are empty, but the fans who are there couldn't be bothered. When they're not ordering food, they're either text messaging from their Blackberries or waving to the camera. WATCH THE GAME! YOU DIDN'T PAY (I'm assuming) A THOUSAND DOLLARS TO TEXT! Anyway, for obvious reasons, the fans were more into this series. It seemed like the old stadium for once. After Texieira's go-ahead home run in the eighth last night, the stadium was rocking like it's predecessor. Even the fancy seat jerks took time between texts to give a polite golf clap.
Right now, everyone is feeling good. With their rotation, bullpen, and lineup, the Yankees can coast into the playoffs. Which is something I am already nervous for. Since 2004, I can't seem to trust this team. No matter how many clutch hits they get, walk-offs by A-Rod, and shutdown performances by Sabathia, I'll always be nervous for the playoffs. In 2007, the Yankees went 6-0 against the Indians during the regular season. Playoffs come around, eliminated in five games. Essentially nothing matters what happens during the season once October hits. Nothing. I can only hope this good karma carries over to the next three months.
But I have nine homeruns today!
Sometimes, I truly have a one-track mind. There are weeks where I get super-obsessed with something. Anything. This is one of those times.
I've always been an avid The Simpsons fan, but recently, I've gone all-in. Reading books about the show. Re-watching my favorite episodes. Learning more about the writers and producers. And absorbing just about any Simpsons material I can get my hands on. And since I am still in the middle of a mini-writer's block crisis, I'll substitute any original thought I have with a terrific episode of The Simpsons.
It's an episode that combines two of my favorite things: The Simpsons and Baseball. It's "Homer at the Bat". Enjoy.



