The Morning Wood - 10/02/2006

There's only one lazy member of the trio that half-heartedly contributes to this blog and that's me.

Stud: Donovan McNabb
McNabb showed us last night how great he is and at the same time how horrible the Packers are. Has anyone been so consistently good with such a lack of surrounding talent? Only this guy comes to mind.

Dud: Alcoholic Painkiller Abusers
So, Brett Favre has a good game against the Detroit Lions and everyone's talking about how "he's back." The Lions have given up 34, 31, and 41 points in their last 3 games. Not such a stout defense if I might say so. I'm assuming last night that Brett's painkillers weren't working well enough so he thought a drink or two would do the trick to loosen him up. And it definitely worked. I admit, I'd be a bit uptight if I held my team hostage for an entire offseason then decided at the last second to come back - knowing I had nothing left. But there's nothing like a good dose of "I don't give a fuck" to get you throwing interceptions and making Heath Shuler-like decisions. #4 - I like your steez. In the immortal words of Deion Sanders, "it must be the money."

Talk Around The Cooler:
The MLB playoffs start today and of course I've already read a number of articles alluding to Jeter's intangibles. Let me tell you, I can't wait to see him not do anything on the field but have that something he did while sitting in the dugout or masturbating this morning be the primary reason the Yankees win every game. I don't know who has more of a perma-boner - Jeter for constantly being fellated by the media or the media being so eager to fellate him.

The Marlins clearly don't like having a manager on board that exceeds expectations. Seriously, why be profitable and marginally successful when you can be profitable and bad. Why give fans any hope? Is Marlins management still confused about why they don't get any backing for a new stadium? This makes no sense. Owners need to stop meddling with team chemistry.

So apparently Albert Haynesworth saw Stomp and was so moved by the show he wanted to bring that joy to the field. Unfortunately, he mistook Andre Gurode's dome for a percussion instrument. If Andre Gurode's cranium were more solid and he were a little more fucking willing, instead of being a bitch, I'm confident we would have witnessed on of the best percussion based performances on a football field ever. Maybe next time, Albert...maybe next time.

Quick Hits:
Michigan State football - downward spiral. Pete Rose needs to shut the fuck up.