Ever since I was a little kid, I wake up and go outside to pick up a copy of The Salt Lake Tribune. I used to read it thoroughly every day, but after a long while, I lost interest in reading the paper. However, my daily inclination was to get the paper, so I woke up everyday and went outside to get the paper.
The tradition of getting the paper had become pointless, but that didn’t matter. I never questioned why I did anything, and that is probably why I am leading a pointless life. However, one league that continues to obey a pointless tradition has my pointless soul screaming for blood every Thanksgiving day.
Why? Why would I scream for blood on a day when I eat until my heart bursts and can take a break from the life I lead. Realizing there might be something special on television leads me to my couch, where I sit down in order to endure an 8-hour marathon session.
Then I see it. I had forgotten about it for 10 months, but the demons have re-awakened, and my life had hit an all-time low. What did I see?
The Dallas Cowboys and the Detroit Lions headlining the Thanksgiving Day telecast.
Who the hell continues to put these two teams on TV? I don’t need to see the two worst teams in football continuing to headline what should be the greatest day of the year.
Seeing Ryan Leaf trying to resurrect his sorry excuse for a career puts no interest into my heart. Watching the 0-8 Lions try to break into the win column is not very impressive.
So why do we have to go through the same problems year after year?
TRADITION.
Oh, how I hate that word. The inclination to do something even though it doesn’t even make sense is horrible.
It happens all the time around the world, but why does it have to invade my private home, and corrupt the greatest league in the entire world?
Eggs on Easter, Santa for Christmas, Candy for Halloween, gifts for birthdays?it does not make sense.
Just because I have lived my life for one extra year, I deserve some gift. I don’t mind the appreciation, but why? Dragging through 365 days of a year does not merit a gift.
Just because I dress up like a complete ass for one day, I deserve a Snickers?
HMMMMMM.
It happens all the time, and of course, I can’t single out everyone else because I do it as well with the newspaper, and the fact is, I follow every other tradition this world brings. But does the NFL really have to bring this to us every year?
Why doesn’t the NFL break out of the mold of past losers who have continued to play out wretched games on Thanksgiving Day.
The NFL should have known that Detroit would suck, considering they put Matt Millen in charge of the team. Resting hopes on quarterbacks Charlie Batch and Ty Detmer makes you a horrible team.
Of course, even the Lions, who have the worst record, look more appealing than the Dallas Cowboys.
Look at the quarterback circus they have?Clint Stoerner, Ryan Leaf, Quincy Carter and Anthony Wright? NFL quarterbacks or Arena Football quarterbacks? You make the call.
Added to the onslaught of hellish football is Pat Summerall being on a broadcast staff on national TV. I challenge any of you to find someone who likes to listen to him bumble his way through the NFC game of the week.
He makes me pull my hair out. I listen to him drone on and on about absolutely nothing. His mind is gone. And that is the only qualification FOX needs to put him in the lead broadcast role.
John Madden would be a good color man, if they took the damn telustrator pen away from him. And if his head did not encompass the entire screen.
Will Paul Tagliabue ever get his head out of his ass and figure out that this is not the same old NFL anymore? Dallas is not a power, the Lions never bring nostalgic memories to anyone’s mind, and, when there are better teams in the league, why not put them on the screen?
TRADITION