Bougie Chicks dig sports too
For those not in the know, OneChele loves the NFL. Love, love, loves it! I watch religiously. I plan my church attendance around the pre-game shows and my Sunday evenings around the post-game wrap-ups. I have NFL Sunday Ticket and SuperFan on DirecTV. I play in a fantasy football league (reigning champ three years in a row). During football season, I am a cheap date – call me up and invite me over to watch the game, throw in chicken wings and iced tea and I'm happy.
As a Dallas Cowboys fan it has not always been easy (and is in fact often painful) to watch yet every week, I sit (usually with grilled food items nearby) and ready myself for the battles of the day. Win or lose, there are generally great feats of athleticism to appreciate. For the ladies who are not fans of the game, here are five things you need to know about the game:
- Really fine men in really tight uniforms – I think that statement speaks for itself
- It's quite entertaining – if you are not a pure fan of the sport, you can still tune in just to enjoy an amazing catch, tackle or throw
- It's not just a game – Yes it is grown men playing a boy's game but people take it very seriously
- Most men dig chicks who can speak sports – At the very least, know your man's favorite team and when they play. "How'd the Bears play today?" can net you "cool chick" points.
- Don't call diehard football fans mid-game – If you have friends who are rabid fans, don't call them on game day unless someone is bleeding and requiring emergency care
The season kicks off with much fanfare and hoopla tonight with the Tennessee Titans and the Pittsburgh Steelers. Time to suit up… enjoy!
Just when you thought it was safe… (sigh) Favre JUST cannot stay retired. Or get retired or really retire… you know what I mean. Back in my high-rolling days, I met Mr. Favre. I am not a fan. At any rate, I think at some point you should hang up the cleats. In my humble opinion, for Favre - that was four years ago. Yet here he is again, suiting up for yet another run. From ESPN:
A source close to Brett Favre said the quarterback, pending a physical, will sign a contract with the Minnesota Vikings for between $10 million to $12 million, according to ESPN senior NFL analyst Chris Mortensen.
Favre, 39, arrived in Minnesota on Tuesday to meet with the Vikings, getting off a team plane at a small St. Paul airport and getting into an SUV after shaking hands with the ground crew.
Coach Brad Childress confirmed the planned meeting in an e-mail to The Associated Press. Asked if the plan was to sign Favre, Childress replied: "In a perfect world."
Favre is expected to take a physical later Tuesday.
Favre's mother, Bonita, told the Biloxi Sun Herald that her son would be working out with the Vikings on Wednesday. ESPN analyst Chris Carter reported Tuesday that Childress already has told the Vikings that Favre will be starting in Friday night's preseason game against the Kansas City Chiefs.
"I have mixed emotions, but I have always loved to watch him play," she told the Sun Herald. "This time, however, I thought he would stay retired and stay home. I guess he could not do it.
"They [Minnesota] seem to have a good team in place, and he liked that. I guess I need to get a Vikings jersey now."
Note to Favre: Your own mama is shaking her head.
The happiest person in the league about Brett returning? Mike Vick. Spotlight on someone else for at least a day or two. Second happiest, Bernard Berrain (Minnesota's WR), he's staring at a Pro Bowl year if Favre can stay on target and not gift the other teams' secondary. Next happiest is the NFL. Like him or not, he's ratings gold. I picture Goddell cabbage-patching down the hall as I type.
The buzz in Twitterville prompted me to say that after the apocalypse only three things will be left standing: Cockroaches, Cher and Brett Favre. I would say welcome back, but I don't mean it…
Any thoughts about the re-re-re-resurrection of Favre or do you simply not care anymore?
OneChele is a sports fan, ya'll. Most rabidly, an NFL fan. And most loyally, a Cowboys fan. Some of my earliest memories involve sitting on my Dad's lap screaming at Too Tall, "Get the quarterback!" Cowboy fandom is not for the weak of heart or fickle of spirit. You have to be ever true to the Silver and Blue, through thick and thin and T.O. too. I have persevered through a 1-15 season and rejoiced at the 13-3/12-4 seasons. From Dandy Don to Danny White to Deion to DeMarcus, I'm all about those Boyz. (okay, not that old, but I know my Cowboys History). I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area and pulled into VIP parking at Candlestick with a Cowboys sticker on my car. I rolled up into Jack Kent Cooke Stadium with a Cowboys sweatshirt on and lived to tell the tale. If I had a dime for the number of times I have had to defend Tex Schramm, Tom Landry, Jerry Jones, Jimmy Johnson, Barry Switzer (for goodness sake!), et al even when I didn't 100% agree with them… I would be an exceptionally wealthy person right now. I have had relationships and friendships placed in jeopardy over my unwavering love for the Dallas Cowboys. All of that being said, my love is not blind. Nor deaf, nor dumb. I've seen enough to know when something is not right in the state of Denmark (more Shakespeare)… okay, Dallas. For the past three years, the Dallas Cowboys have been unarguably one of the most talented teams, position by position, in the league. Most notably, last year the Cowboys were locked and loaded, ready to run roughshod over the Beasts of the NFC East and re-claim their rightful dominance in the NFL. Can you say Lombardi trophy? From Hard Knocks to Inside the NFL, most of the pundits had Dallas anointed and crowned before the season started. However… I did not believe the hype. I was in Seattle at the end of the 2006 season for the whiff heard round the world. I was literally physical ill as I watched the entire season go up in flames. I watched the December Disintegration of 2007. So by the start of last year, I was not a believer. I didn't care who said what or what we started out looking like. I wanted to see what the Cowboys had in the tank come that cold, cruel stretch of December. The 2008 season was just embarrassing. Scraping out a win in Buffalo against a team we should have monster stomped. The "please put a bag over my head" final game at Texas Stadium. The complete meltdown, "should have gotten on the bus at half-time" debacle in Philadelphia. There are not enough Rolaids in the world to stomach a season like that. The sniping, the rumor mills, the gut checks that never really checked out, the Pacman, T.O. of it all… Aaaaaaaaaaah! The problem, I would submit to you today, is Number Nine. Number Nine in your program, Number One in your hearts… Romo. A friend of mine often remarks that some things look like coffee but taste like Sanka. This is the dichotomy of Romo. He has the arm but not always the accuracy, he has the feet but not always the speed, he knows the plays but doesn't always execute like the playbook. He puts up the numbers (great fantasy guy) but has a hard time closing out games. He starts out strong at the beginning of the season and fades towards the end. He has talent around him and keeping him upright, but somehow never quite achieves what's expected. Sanka anyone? Let's review what other issues might attribute to the Cowboys' inability to close out a season and win a (any) playoff game(s).
- Coaching – Garrett might not always have the freshest approach?
- Defense – our secondary is flawed and porous at best?
- Receivers – T.O. wasn't a pure speed guy, Williams didn't know the system, Miles Austin stays on crutches and Patrick Crayton is truly a #2 guy?
- Front office – the General Manager (who happens to be the owner) is not surrounding him with the tools he needs to win?
- Intangibles – Locker Room chemistry, off field distractions and the Jessica Simpson Curse?
I don't know and I don't buy any of it. I just don't think Romo is that big game, "put the team on my back and I'll carry it home" guy. He's not a Manning (not Peyton, Eli or Archie) or a Brady. In January I started sending telepathic waves to Jerry, "Matt Cassel, Matt Cassel, Matt Cassel." He didn't get my message. Listen, I like Tony as a person, he seems like the kind of guy you want to go out for fajitas and mojitos with. As a quarterback, I'll admit he's talented but I have to wonder, how many chances do you get to close the deal before we bring in another closer? Working on the mixed-sports metaphor of three strikes and out, in my mind, we've gone past that point. But in true Cowboys fanatic optimism, I surely hope this is the year he proves me wrong. Next up in Bougie Sports Review, Roy Williams, please do not shame our Alma Mater this year. Longhorn up, dude! Bougie SportsNation, any thoughts on Romo and the Boyz?
Another pause for the cause with the death of former NFL Quarterback, Steve "Air" McNair.
In the wake of the Tennessee Titans' painful loss to the St. Louis Rams in Super Bowl XXXIV, Steve McNair sat in front of his locker in a quiet room of the Georgia Dome, and he cried.
"So close," McNair said of the championship game's final play, when Titans wide receiver Kevin Dyson was stopped by Rams linebacker Mike Jones 1 yard shy of the end zone and a tying score. "It was so very close."
And what I recall foremost about that game and the minutes immediately after it, more than Dyson's almost-touchdown or the dynamic 73-yard reception by Isaac Bruce for the contest's winning score, is the glint of tears in Steve McNair's eyes that day.
Noted for his toughness and his uncanny ability to play through pain (a trait he credited to his old coach at Mt. Olive High School in Mississippi), it was rare to witness McNair so much as wince during his 13 NFL seasons, let alone weep openly. And that's why those tears -- not the kind that roll down a person's face, but the sort that shone unmistakably in his baleful eyes -- were so stunningly incongruous that they couldn't help but stick with any person witnessing them.
Today, it's the rest of us who are left saddened by the untimely loss of a terrific player and, more than that, a good man. Few NFL players have performed with the kind of innate competitiveness that McNair possessed. Not many men played the game with such passion and determination. And those qualities arguably should be the first things people remember about Steve McNair.
He talked a bit about football and chasing the ring, family and blessings. I remember thinking he was a nice guy who could've dominated the league and collected that ring had he played for a real team at the right time. He was a monster on the field, an Ironman, man among men. Soft-spoken and polite off the field. I saw him once after that and he remembered me and called me by name. I teased him and asked him if he could come play for the Cowboys. He laughed and he talked about some of the charity and foundation work he had going. Sigh... He will be missed.
I'm tired of the sad news and this one stings more than a little bit. I'll raise a glass for Steve this weekend and send up a prayer for his family. Rest in Peace, Steve.
Share your thoughts on this tragedy or memories of great Steve McNair moments.