"America's Team"???
Screw you Emeril!
Ok, so I upgraded my cable this past week so that I can watch my stories: the new (and apparently last season) of Rome. Don't get me started yet...a couple episodes in and we'll talk.
Anyway, as a result of the upgrade and necessitation of a cable box, I'm not getting WGN. I cannot tell you how much it's pissing me off. I HATE Good Morning America. Almost as much as I hate The Today Show. For real. I know that you can watch a half hour of WGN news in the morning and hear everything twice...I don't care. I like the rapport, I like the anchors...The Trifecta of News Hotness: Larry Potash, Mark Tamsulo, Paul Konrad...mmmmmm.... ANYWAY, I haven't been able to watch since last week, and this morning reminded me why I fucking need to call Comcast and figure out WHAT FUCKING GIVES.
Good Morning America boasts Emeril Lagassi as their "Cooking Correspondent". He was on this morning fixing up some instant heart attack type situation geared towards football on Sunday. Apparently ABC in New York has a huge fucking hard-on for The Saints. "The Saints this" and "The Saints that" and "I would have no problem fellating the Saints"... well, then fucking Emeril comes out with:
"I love the Bears. But the Saints are America's team. I'm sorry..."
WHAT??? SAYS WHO?? Why? Because of Katrina??? You've got to be fucking kidding me. Ok, maybe I'm going to hell for saying this. But, I'm a Bears fan. It's been 22 years since the Bears were in a Superbowl. It's been 13 years since a conference championship. Grossman may be the greenest thing since the Jolly Green Fucking Giant but,
It's our fucking turn.
Sorry, Saints. I'm not cheering for you. I don't care if that makes me an insensitive fuck. This is football. And I've had way too many heart attacks this season to just suddenly say with a benevolent smile:
"Go ahead, Saints. You deserve it."
Sorry. Nope.
Again.
This is football.
And you can BET YOUR ASS that if I was watching WGN in the morning like I'm supposed to...I wouldn't be hearing all that.
No.
And Bears...you better want it. You better want it bad. You gotta want it badder than a team that has a citywide, nay, NATIONWIDE tragedy to bolster it's "Underdog who everyone REAAALLY wants to see win" appeal.
Crap.
We're gonna get our asses handed to us by "good feelings and hope for tomorrow!".
Son of a...
Ok, so I upgraded my cable this past week so that I can watch my stories: the new (and apparently last season) of Rome. Don't get me started yet...a couple episodes in and we'll talk.
Anyway, as a result of the upgrade and necessitation of a cable box, I'm not getting WGN. I cannot tell you how much it's pissing me off. I HATE Good Morning America. Almost as much as I hate The Today Show. For real. I know that you can watch a half hour of WGN news in the morning and hear everything twice...I don't care. I like the rapport, I like the anchors...The Trifecta of News Hotness: Larry Potash, Mark Tamsulo, Paul Konrad...mmmmmm.... ANYWAY, I haven't been able to watch since last week, and this morning reminded me why I fucking need to call Comcast and figure out WHAT FUCKING GIVES.
Good Morning America boasts Emeril Lagassi as their "Cooking Correspondent". He was on this morning fixing up some instant heart attack type situation geared towards football on Sunday. Apparently ABC in New York has a huge fucking hard-on for The Saints. "The Saints this" and "The Saints that" and "I would have no problem fellating the Saints"... well, then fucking Emeril comes out with:
"I love the Bears. But the Saints are America's team. I'm sorry..."
WHAT??? SAYS WHO?? Why? Because of Katrina??? You've got to be fucking kidding me. Ok, maybe I'm going to hell for saying this. But, I'm a Bears fan. It's been 22 years since the Bears were in a Superbowl. It's been 13 years since a conference championship. Grossman may be the greenest thing since the Jolly Green Fucking Giant but,
It's our fucking turn.
Sorry, Saints. I'm not cheering for you. I don't care if that makes me an insensitive fuck. This is football. And I've had way too many heart attacks this season to just suddenly say with a benevolent smile:
"Go ahead, Saints. You deserve it."
Sorry. Nope.
Again.
This is football.
And you can BET YOUR ASS that if I was watching WGN in the morning like I'm supposed to...I wouldn't be hearing all that.
No.
And Bears...you better want it. You better want it bad. You gotta want it badder than a team that has a citywide, nay, NATIONWIDE tragedy to bolster it's "Underdog who everyone REAAALLY wants to see win" appeal.
Crap.
We're gonna get our asses handed to us by "good feelings and hope for tomorrow!".
Son of a...
posted by LC Greenwood at 10:26 AM
3 Comments:
Seriously.
My dearest hope is that both the Bears and the Colts make it to Super Bowl. That way, whoever wins, I will be happy.
And, I learned me some football stuff this past weekend, so watch out for a screaming Tory who actually knows what she's screaming about.....
Damn right Coleman. I got pissed about this thing the other day too. Like if the Saints win, all of a sudden New Orleans is going to get all the reconstruction money it needs, and the Saints are going to build homes with their bare hands and donate their salaries and the world will be a happy land of unicorns.
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