Hello.
Oh, it's been a while my friendly readers...been rather busy as of late. Handling booking for a sweet-ass Northampton live music and arts hot-spot, among other things. Check it out: http://musicattheelevens.blogspot.com/
Anyway...
Yesterday, on a Sunday that brought the grim awareness of what now is known to me as "my most hated commercial of all time" -the one where the family hums Ozzy Osbourne's "Crazy Train" while driving in their SUV ... On a Sunday that I witnessed the Packers losing their first game of the season and the Colts winning their first of the season..A Sunday that saw me turn two Pick 4 sheets into drink coasters before the 4:00 games even started...a day when I watched in horror as Drew Brees ended my relevancy in Fantasy Football 2011, showing me the door with his 54 point display-at-my-expense. Yes dear reader, on a Sunday that brought me another Miami Dolphins victory in a lost season and another AFC East title from the New England Patriots, unfortunately...I realized something. Why, even a new Iron Chef was crowned yesterday! Congrats to Iron Chef Geoffrey Zakarian (aka Bad Mother Fucker) --no that's not what I realized...t'was a good day indeed.
And I finally was able to express in words, my Psychology of the Miami Dolphins. That IS what I realized.
I think that watching the Dolphins crush the Bills yesterday, earning their fifth victory in their last seven games, combined with all the buzz about them searching for a head coach who could be "The Next Don Shula", forced a clarity into my soul pertaining to the plight of The Miami Dolphins. This new-found clarity made me believe that I could now express this to someone dear to me.
It started in 83'. Th Dolphins had a hot-shot rookie Quarterback named Dan Marino who stepped into the starting role after six games and never looked back. They made the playoffs that year but got beat by the Seattle Seahawks (now in the NFC). In 84' Marino went on to break six NFL Passing records including twirling 48 Touchdown passes and passing for 5,084 yards (as of this writing, that record still stands). Marino is named NFL MVP and the Dolphins make it to the Super Bowl only to lose to Joe Montana and the San Fransisco 49ers. In 85' Marino led the Dolphins to the AFC Championship game. En route to this achievement they defeated the Chicago Bears. This is notable because the Chicago Bear only lost that game all season. Miami remained as the only team to go undefeated through an entire season (includes Super bowl). Unfortunately, Miami was defeated in the AFC Championship game by the upstart New England Patriots (before they were a dynasty team) and their season was over. They surely could have handled the now-legendary Chicago Bears team of 85' than the Patriots did in the Super Bowl, and I can't help but wonder how things would have gone if they ever gave Marino a premier Running Back and a stout defense? If they faced the Bears that year rather than the fucking Patriots?? If Dan Marino won that Super Bowl, how many more could he have won now that he would have tasted that sweet Super Bowl victory???
More about Marino, from Wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dan_Marino
Either way, Dan Marino never did win his Super Bowl and when Hall of Fame Head Coach Don Shula retired, he was replaced by the legendary head coach Jimmy Johnson. Johnson had led the Dallas Cowboys to three Super Bowl victories in the early 90's and was a system-building disciplinarian. Things were looking good! With a quarterback like Marino and a proven winner and system-builder for a coach we couldn't lose. But while Jimmy inherited a powerful offense, albeit with no real running game, he also inherited a very lackluster defense. Eventually through high-level drafting and vision, he was able to establish the effective running game and strong defense that would compliment Marino, and could also win Super Bowls.
But this was "Marino's" team. Not Johnson's team, as it should have been.
Team philosophies were designed for Marino. The playbook had to cater to his lore and skill set before anything else...how could a visionary like Jimmy Johnson create his winning team when he was pressured to cater to Marino's vision for the offense??? Inevitably through years of mediocrity that would follow, and the pressure of a deteriorating relationship between Johnson and Marino, Johnson retired and Marino did also retire shortly afterwards.
Here's more about Jimmy Johnson, from Wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Johnson_(American_football_coach)
Then, Dave Wannnstedt took the reigns of the Dolphins and here's basically how it's gone since:
Shit!
softie coach
shit
ass
sHiT..
dung..
SHit
weak attempt at getting a good QB
shit
lame QB's
more dull coaches...
crap
poop!
Sh*t
guess what, more bad QB's and head coaches
shit poopie crap
&^%^%##@!!&&^%
shit
some good players on board..
shit QB
bad defense
shit RB's..
ass
##%$!!^@!+##
poop!
dullard QB
shit sHIt
ShiT
poopie shit crap....$#%$@^@#$#@!!!
But now, things are buzzing again and they're looking for a leader. Not just anyone...they already found a leader for the playing field. One who just needed an opportunity to shine and did so. Mr. Matt Moore. I hope they let him continue with it. Yes lovely reader I feel that now, they want to be great again.
At least I'm still hoping...and things are buzzing all around.
~ZFJ
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Monday, December 19, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
The Bastion of Despair
Damn, this blog fucking sucks lately!
Sooo, let's talk about some NFL Football. I've documented my affinity for this before I believe? Yes, well...it's fun stuff ok?!? My friend Rich, a real cool guy, has created a fan cult called "Cutler Corner" to enhance his game time fan-dom for the Chicago Bears. Now that's a cool name for a fan club! Rolls of the tongue and even cleverly incorporates a players name in it. Nice! It's been growing in popularity for a couple seasons already and even has a sweet nylon sign which is hung on the wall of Tully O'Reilly's (Sports Bar in Northampton) on days that the Chicago Bears play. I have to hand it to them Cutler Corner people, they're all rabid Bears fans, make lots of annoying noise that winners tend to make, they get delusional, they hoot, they holler and generally have too much fun. Thing is, the Bears are also a competitive football team and this makes it even more exciting for these beady-eyed fans in Cutler Corner.
Gee..it must be nice to follow a football team that you can get excited about.
I got a little jealous about not having a fan club for the Miami Dolphins to support the way they "play football". I decided to take the appropriate action to reflect the way us true fans feel about our team. To reflect and personify the way we feel when watching the Dolphins "compete". I created a fan club of my own, in honor of the Miami Dolphins. It's called "The Bastion of Despair". The name doesn't rhyme, doesn't roll of the tongue and doesn't feel good. That's also how it feels when you watch the Dolphins play. Now, while Cutler Corner has a snazzy nylon banner with a dazzling picture of their dreamboat Quarterback Jay Cutler on it, our banner simply has a black and white picture of doomed Jewish holocaust prisoners milling about the yard in a Nazi concentration camp. It has no writing on it (that shit cost money!) and it has no color or excitement on it or about it. Like the Dolphins.
Cutler Corner went mobile yesterday as Tullys was closed this Sunday. They showed up en-force to support the Bears at another local venue, and I heard it was fun and boisterous.
Our fan club started yesterday.
The Dolphins played against the Denver Broncos and their new starting Quarterback, "Jesus" Tim Tebow. We watched the game, all five of us. Six if you include my dog Ammo who I chained to a shelf in my basement and who wouldn't stop barking the whole fucking time. Yes, The Bastion of Despair is to be held in my damp, bleak and cold basement each Sunday. There we sat with emaciated faces...clutching our knees, biting the lower lip and rocking back and forth, shivering, shattered and timidly confused as we watched the football "contest". One fan sits on my roomates wet laundry, unaware of his surroundings. We cringe as Matt Moore narrowly avoids throwing another interception...we witness the Running Backs dancing around the line of scrimmage in terror of getting hit and of course, the defense is generous enough. We just stare blankly as the offense does not move the ball. We have been conditioned to this. We look at each other nervously, afraid of eye contact...wailing and grinding of teeth can be heard amidst the silence and the crackle of the black and white television that barely receives a signal, causing poor reception but somehow not adding to our frustration.
Inevitably, the reprieve of Halftime arrives and we head upstairs during for some "light" torture in order to lighten our moods, and also for our ceremonial shot of whiskey in my roomates rather cluttered bedroom. One member of The Bastion of Despair trips on some clothing that had been strewn about and sustains a very real head wound. We calmly drag her body downstairs as we pass a Denver Broncos fan in the kitchen who is coked out of his mind and screaming in our faces while wearing a Tim Tebow jersey. He is momentarily halted in his reveling in order to ask if that is a blood trail from the body we're dragging? I tell him it is only ketchup. He does some more coke. We don't. We continue our methodical descent back to the basement to determine what to do with the body. We have not checked to see if she is alive or dead but we do share an unspoken sense of relief for her either way as she will either miss the rest of this game or every Dolphins game going forward.
We make our way down to The Bastion of Despair for the second half. Still dragging the accident victim behind us, we hear Ammo's high-pitched barking increase in volume as we descend. Ammo has obviously tried to free herself from the tiny Dolphins "Doggie Jersey" that I made her wear. She almost got out from the looks of it too. Funny, she seemed more focused on getting that off of her than freeing herself from being tied up??
The game resumes and we see Dolphins head coach Tony Sparano, under pressure to get more asses in the seats, prancing up and down the sideline wearing ass-less leopard print spandex, with high heeled boots pulled up over the knees. Sassy! He dons a leather belt, bedazzled with the words "Daddy's Little Girl" and a black leather vest with tassels...he cheerleads his team, complete with ass-slaps to certain players who got a measly three yard gain(???), to a 15-0 lead in the fourth quarter. But then, after kneeling in prayer on his sideline, "Jesus" Tim Tebow struck back. He ran, he threw, he hustled and he completed a pass or two to a player wearing a Broncos jersey with the number 777 on it. The player also had sandals and what appeared to be a white robe of sorts flowing beneath his untucked non-regulation jersey...the player flew through the air for numerous big gains and seemingly in the same manner that winter arrives in New England every year, we are tied 15-15 and heading to overtime. Shuffling of the feet can be heard in between barks from the still-chained-up-and-now-agitated Ammo. We approach overtime and await our predetermined fate...wailing and grinding of the teeth continues along with subtle groans of doom. The Dolphins go on to lose 18-15 and fall to 0-6 on the year. Our halftime falling victim has awoken in time to see the outcome, it's another loss. She decides to kill herself. Can't wait for next weeks session of The Bastion of Despair...just can't wait.
Could this have all been in my head? Possibly a delusional skit of the Dolphins futility with particular relevance to my following of their team and brought on by continuous feelings of futility and hate??? Was it somehow real but challenged and thus repressed by my subconscious mind, refusing to believe that I had sunk this low???
I may never know but all I can remember is that there are only two rules of The Bastion of Despair:
Rule #1) You do not talk about The Bastion of Despair.
Rule #2) You do NOT talk about The Bastion of Despair.
...Other than in this blog post of course, which is relatively safe because no-one reads it.
~ZFJ
Sooo, let's talk about some NFL Football. I've documented my affinity for this before I believe? Yes, well...it's fun stuff ok?!? My friend Rich, a real cool guy, has created a fan cult called "Cutler Corner" to enhance his game time fan-dom for the Chicago Bears. Now that's a cool name for a fan club! Rolls of the tongue and even cleverly incorporates a players name in it. Nice! It's been growing in popularity for a couple seasons already and even has a sweet nylon sign which is hung on the wall of Tully O'Reilly's (Sports Bar in Northampton) on days that the Chicago Bears play. I have to hand it to them Cutler Corner people, they're all rabid Bears fans, make lots of annoying noise that winners tend to make, they get delusional, they hoot, they holler and generally have too much fun. Thing is, the Bears are also a competitive football team and this makes it even more exciting for these beady-eyed fans in Cutler Corner.
Gee..it must be nice to follow a football team that you can get excited about.
I got a little jealous about not having a fan club for the Miami Dolphins to support the way they "play football". I decided to take the appropriate action to reflect the way us true fans feel about our team. To reflect and personify the way we feel when watching the Dolphins "compete". I created a fan club of my own, in honor of the Miami Dolphins. It's called "The Bastion of Despair". The name doesn't rhyme, doesn't roll of the tongue and doesn't feel good. That's also how it feels when you watch the Dolphins play. Now, while Cutler Corner has a snazzy nylon banner with a dazzling picture of their dreamboat Quarterback Jay Cutler on it, our banner simply has a black and white picture of doomed Jewish holocaust prisoners milling about the yard in a Nazi concentration camp. It has no writing on it (that shit cost money!) and it has no color or excitement on it or about it. Like the Dolphins.
Cutler Corner went mobile yesterday as Tullys was closed this Sunday. They showed up en-force to support the Bears at another local venue, and I heard it was fun and boisterous.
Our fan club started yesterday.
The Dolphins played against the Denver Broncos and their new starting Quarterback, "Jesus" Tim Tebow. We watched the game, all five of us. Six if you include my dog Ammo who I chained to a shelf in my basement and who wouldn't stop barking the whole fucking time. Yes, The Bastion of Despair is to be held in my damp, bleak and cold basement each Sunday. There we sat with emaciated faces...clutching our knees, biting the lower lip and rocking back and forth, shivering, shattered and timidly confused as we watched the football "contest". One fan sits on my roomates wet laundry, unaware of his surroundings. We cringe as Matt Moore narrowly avoids throwing another interception...we witness the Running Backs dancing around the line of scrimmage in terror of getting hit and of course, the defense is generous enough. We just stare blankly as the offense does not move the ball. We have been conditioned to this. We look at each other nervously, afraid of eye contact...wailing and grinding of teeth can be heard amidst the silence and the crackle of the black and white television that barely receives a signal, causing poor reception but somehow not adding to our frustration.
Inevitably, the reprieve of Halftime arrives and we head upstairs during for some "light" torture in order to lighten our moods, and also for our ceremonial shot of whiskey in my roomates rather cluttered bedroom. One member of The Bastion of Despair trips on some clothing that had been strewn about and sustains a very real head wound. We calmly drag her body downstairs as we pass a Denver Broncos fan in the kitchen who is coked out of his mind and screaming in our faces while wearing a Tim Tebow jersey. He is momentarily halted in his reveling in order to ask if that is a blood trail from the body we're dragging? I tell him it is only ketchup. He does some more coke. We don't. We continue our methodical descent back to the basement to determine what to do with the body. We have not checked to see if she is alive or dead but we do share an unspoken sense of relief for her either way as she will either miss the rest of this game or every Dolphins game going forward.
We make our way down to The Bastion of Despair for the second half. Still dragging the accident victim behind us, we hear Ammo's high-pitched barking increase in volume as we descend. Ammo has obviously tried to free herself from the tiny Dolphins "Doggie Jersey" that I made her wear. She almost got out from the looks of it too. Funny, she seemed more focused on getting that off of her than freeing herself from being tied up??
The game resumes and we see Dolphins head coach Tony Sparano, under pressure to get more asses in the seats, prancing up and down the sideline wearing ass-less leopard print spandex, with high heeled boots pulled up over the knees. Sassy! He dons a leather belt, bedazzled with the words "Daddy's Little Girl" and a black leather vest with tassels...he cheerleads his team, complete with ass-slaps to certain players who got a measly three yard gain(???), to a 15-0 lead in the fourth quarter. But then, after kneeling in prayer on his sideline, "Jesus" Tim Tebow struck back. He ran, he threw, he hustled and he completed a pass or two to a player wearing a Broncos jersey with the number 777 on it. The player also had sandals and what appeared to be a white robe of sorts flowing beneath his untucked non-regulation jersey...the player flew through the air for numerous big gains and seemingly in the same manner that winter arrives in New England every year, we are tied 15-15 and heading to overtime. Shuffling of the feet can be heard in between barks from the still-chained-up-and-now-agitated Ammo. We approach overtime and await our predetermined fate...wailing and grinding of the teeth continues along with subtle groans of doom. The Dolphins go on to lose 18-15 and fall to 0-6 on the year. Our halftime falling victim has awoken in time to see the outcome, it's another loss. She decides to kill herself. Can't wait for next weeks session of The Bastion of Despair...just can't wait.
Could this have all been in my head? Possibly a delusional skit of the Dolphins futility with particular relevance to my following of their team and brought on by continuous feelings of futility and hate??? Was it somehow real but challenged and thus repressed by my subconscious mind, refusing to believe that I had sunk this low???
I may never know but all I can remember is that there are only two rules of The Bastion of Despair:
Rule #1) You do not talk about The Bastion of Despair.
Rule #2) You do NOT talk about The Bastion of Despair.
...Other than in this blog post of course, which is relatively safe because no-one reads it.
~ZFJ
Monday, September 26, 2011
Fun-Employment update!
Hi readers!
You thought I gave up? Thought I am just too busy to write considering I'm "fun-employed" (meaning un-employed)and have time to be consumed with music and sports??? Well, I've been football-ing, music-ing, living, hanging, running and generally trying to make the "right" moves in life going forward, based on what my heart tells me.
That said, buckle up for an uninspiring, self-serving and boring post about things involving American Football.
The Miami Dolphins are still breaking my heart at 0-3. I still love them.
I also have quite a "problem" with a certain type of sports betting that is based on American Football and is referred to as "Fantasy..." and that some people --who are cooler than I-- occasionally refer to as "Dungeons and Dragons".
To conclude this post and mark my lackluster re-entry into the world of blogging, I will post a message below that I sent to the team owners in one of my leagues. Not just any league mind you. It's the league that holds so much importance to me. The most shit-talking and competitive league in the land. The league where I once stood atop the mountain as World Champion. The league that has stripped me of my pride --much like Rich Brewski has recently stripped G-Man of his pride by earning the World Championship belt from him and proceeding to parade it around the Eastern Seaboard for the whole universe to witness-- ...The league that has to date, broken my heart.
I almost feel bad for you because you're still reading but thankfully my narcissism prevents me from actually feeling bad.
Now, without further ado, gaze upon the remnants of my life in the form of a league message:
(**Post from "Tully's Athletic Group", September, 26th, 2011**)
"Gentlemen,
I have decided to write this note to alert you to changes that seem have happened to my "team".
As you well know, they suck.
But it seems that they have also turned rather "feminine"? Or maybe they're just terrified of playing football? Maybe the sport of Professional American Football requires a more tough, assertive or "manly" approach? Indeed it does.
Yesterday, after Scott White's team ass-raped my "team" to the tune of 153-64 (quick math: That's 89 full points), I contemplated A) Suicide. B) Dropping the whole "team" to waivers and picking up different "bums" to cart out to the field each week and C) Various other ways to humiliate these lady-like, submissive football players each week. For your humor, I have included point totals of the key players who I truly believed would go out and win for me:
Michael "Red Stilleto" Turner - 2 points
Frank "Bottom Boi" Gore - 2 points
Nate "Rub my back" Burleson - 1 point
Reggie "Gimme some cock" Wayne - 2 points
Brandon "Hold me" Marshall - 4 points
Thanks for nothing "guys" !!!
*Side note* My bench scored 92 points.
**Additional Side note** Scott White has publically stated to a number of people that his existence in Fantasy Football this season revolves around 1) Beating my team and 2) Witnessing my fall from "first to worst". Considering I do actually like Scott as a human, I am happy that he had SUCH a great day on the Fantasy Gridiron.
Not really though.
So, in conclusion, I have decided that the ultimate humilitation for these soft-headed, timid, feminine-esq, under-achieving, non-talented, un-motivated, fancy-boi-dancing-damsels on my "team", is to continue to parade them out to the playing field each week for further exposure, and further humiliation at the hands of big, tough, manly teams in our league.
Going forward, my "team" of lil' girls will "perform" under the moniker of "Boiz Among Men :)" --which I feel is alarmingly accurate. I sincerely hope you all enjoy whipping them with proverbial towels, stealing their panties, lipstick and high heels in order to hide them or throw them into the stands for further humiliation. And don't forget the ass-slapping and wedgies after a tackle!! (Wedgies are possible because they all prefer to wear thongs from what I understand)
Sincerely,
The Nite Warrior"
Disclaimers:
1) No, I am not degrading females or their athletic abilities with this post. I am actually referring to "Prima Donna" type play from the aforementioned players.
2) Yes, It burns my soul to endure a loss such as the one mentioned.
3) Hollywood G-Man was a "Paper Champion" anyway, in my opinion.
~ZFJ
You thought I gave up? Thought I am just too busy to write considering I'm "fun-employed" (meaning un-employed)and have time to be consumed with music and sports??? Well, I've been football-ing, music-ing, living, hanging, running and generally trying to make the "right" moves in life going forward, based on what my heart tells me.
That said, buckle up for an uninspiring, self-serving and boring post about things involving American Football.
The Miami Dolphins are still breaking my heart at 0-3. I still love them.
I also have quite a "problem" with a certain type of sports betting that is based on American Football and is referred to as "Fantasy..." and that some people --who are cooler than I-- occasionally refer to as "Dungeons and Dragons".
To conclude this post and mark my lackluster re-entry into the world of blogging, I will post a message below that I sent to the team owners in one of my leagues. Not just any league mind you. It's the league that holds so much importance to me. The most shit-talking and competitive league in the land. The league where I once stood atop the mountain as World Champion. The league that has stripped me of my pride --much like Rich Brewski has recently stripped G-Man of his pride by earning the World Championship belt from him and proceeding to parade it around the Eastern Seaboard for the whole universe to witness-- ...The league that has to date, broken my heart.
I almost feel bad for you because you're still reading but thankfully my narcissism prevents me from actually feeling bad.
Now, without further ado, gaze upon the remnants of my life in the form of a league message:
(**Post from "Tully's Athletic Group", September, 26th, 2011**)
"Gentlemen,
I have decided to write this note to alert you to changes that seem have happened to my "team".
As you well know, they suck.
But it seems that they have also turned rather "feminine"? Or maybe they're just terrified of playing football? Maybe the sport of Professional American Football requires a more tough, assertive or "manly" approach? Indeed it does.
Yesterday, after Scott White's team ass-raped my "team" to the tune of 153-64 (quick math: That's 89 full points), I contemplated A) Suicide. B) Dropping the whole "team" to waivers and picking up different "bums" to cart out to the field each week and C) Various other ways to humiliate these lady-like, submissive football players each week. For your humor, I have included point totals of the key players who I truly believed would go out and win for me:
Michael "Red Stilleto" Turner - 2 points
Frank "Bottom Boi" Gore - 2 points
Nate "Rub my back" Burleson - 1 point
Reggie "Gimme some cock" Wayne - 2 points
Brandon "Hold me" Marshall - 4 points
Thanks for nothing "guys" !!!
*Side note* My bench scored 92 points.
**Additional Side note** Scott White has publically stated to a number of people that his existence in Fantasy Football this season revolves around 1) Beating my team and 2) Witnessing my fall from "first to worst". Considering I do actually like Scott as a human, I am happy that he had SUCH a great day on the Fantasy Gridiron.
Not really though.
So, in conclusion, I have decided that the ultimate humilitation for these soft-headed, timid, feminine-esq, under-achieving, non-talented, un-motivated, fancy-boi-dancing-damsels on my "team", is to continue to parade them out to the playing field each week for further exposure, and further humiliation at the hands of big, tough, manly teams in our league.
Going forward, my "team" of lil' girls will "perform" under the moniker of "Boiz Among Men :)" --which I feel is alarmingly accurate. I sincerely hope you all enjoy whipping them with proverbial towels, stealing their panties, lipstick and high heels in order to hide them or throw them into the stands for further humiliation. And don't forget the ass-slapping and wedgies after a tackle!! (Wedgies are possible because they all prefer to wear thongs from what I understand)
Sincerely,
The Nite Warrior"
Disclaimers:
1) No, I am not degrading females or their athletic abilities with this post. I am actually referring to "Prima Donna" type play from the aforementioned players.
2) Yes, It burns my soul to endure a loss such as the one mentioned.
3) Hollywood G-Man was a "Paper Champion" anyway, in my opinion.
~ZFJ
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
True love?
Greetings readers.
Have you ever questioned your love? Have you ever questioned whether what you are doing or involved in is really the right thing for your life and your soul? Have you ever stepped back and asked yourself the "difficult" questions?
I sure have.
First, I must preface this post with some facts. The NFL Football season time of year is hands down my favorite time of year. No matter what may be going on in my life during this time of year, it is positively enhanced when there's football. I love it. I also have been a loyal fan of the Miami Dolphins football team for a million years.
That said, recently I've been doing some intense soul searching after a trusted ---albeit ball-busting--- friend challenged the very essence of my life with regards to my love for the Miami Dolphins football team. Wow. To question a persons love/loyalty of their chosen football team is huge but this questioning was much bigger than even he could have imagined. See, he didn't just question my love for the Miami Dolphins football team.
He accused me of loving the New England Patriots football team!
Now, anyone who has even a vague idea of NFL football would know that, considering the Dolphins and Patriots are rivals in the same division, it is not only horrible to like two teams in the same division but would actually render a person a "pink hat" football fan if they liked rival teams in the same division. If you do that you may as well pick your favorite team based on their uniform colors or which players have the nicest asses. You just cannot do that kind of thing in NFL Football. Loyalty, honor and trust are keys when indulging in Football "life" and I've spent many years as a Dolphins fan through the good times and the shit times. The shit times unfortunately have been abundant and have decisively overshadowed any "good" times as of late.
But I stay loyal. I stand by the team every year despite their lack of effort to get a quality Quarterback. Despite their questionable choices for head coaches. Despite the fact that season after season they have managed to waste excellent defenses and solid running games by NOT EVER GETTING A QUALITY QUARTERBACK TO LEAD THE OFFENSE SINCE FUCKING DAN MARINO RETIRED. I stay loyal. Yes, each season admidst the orgy of multiple Football games happening at once, betting, fantasy football, shit talking, beer drinking, cheering, booing, bad food eating, reveling, general good times, and still more shit talking. But my dear reader, shit talking gets difficult as I get to watch friends teams make the playoffs --even the Super-- Bowl and think "Gee. It must be nice to have this fun while having the confidence that your favorite team is actually a feared and winning team...wow." I think, "Gee. It must be nice to be a fan of a team who's front office not only talks about putting a competitive team on the field every season but actually does it." Admittedly, I've had to endure good doses of chop-busting from friends and family who are N.E. Patriots fans season after season as the Pats whip up on the Dolphins. I've commented that their head coach is "The best coach in NFL history" and that "Tom Brady is a Hall Of Fame Quarterback". Etc. I do think they're right up there. I'd be lying if I said I don't admire an organization that has their act together. One that has a focus for what they need to do to win and who scouts, drafts, trades for and retains players that will fit into their system. An organization that has everyone on the same page from parking attendants to the owner. An organization that not only has won a few Super Bowls in recent memory but is in the mix for Super Bowl possibilities seemingly every year. Indeed, it IS possible to win often with the right leadership, great QB and vision for the teams "identity". It IS possible to admire a team like that.
But are they my true love???
My thoughts raced. As I watch Miami prepare for their 2011 campaign with a backfield that consists of a rookie running back, paired with a recently signed running back with "great potential" who hasn't yet lived up to it. I watched them sign a street bum named Matt Moore who will compete for the starting job with their existing number one QB --Chad "The Bum" Henne. I watch as the defense, which is very good, stays intact but may go to waste for another year with a potentially hapless offense leading the way. I watch as the receiving corps stays full of playmakers but they simply WILL NOT SIGN A TOP NOTCH QUARTERBACK to throw these players the football. I watch as they don't sign a QB who even has some precident for being able to win or even one who can manage a game effectively.
My thoughts drift to the Patriots as they sign a big name Wide Receiver who will fit in to their system well...they sign a big name defensive tackle....shit, they were 14-2 last year and they may be as good or better this year??? My thoughts ran to them meeting the Dolphins the first week of the season and winning 97-4....my heart sank. Was my chop-busting, ball-breaking, son-of-a-bitch friend who likes the Chicago Bears right??? Did he see something in me that not even I knew existed?? Was my "praise" of the Patriots due to respect for their coach and quarterback or, do I subconsciously really prefer them as my team and am only sticking with the Dolphins out of comfort-zone-familiarity and blind loyalty? Was my current distaste of the Dolphins based on my perception that they do not have urgency to put a winning team on the field? Did I just want to be excited again by following a winning team???
Considering my deep, deep love for NFL Football and the fast-approaching 2011 regular season, I had burning questions that needed answering. Quickly.
I realized that, sometimes love is "tough". Sometimes you need to be patient and understanding and realize that the other person (or team) is doing the best that they can. Maybe they are going through things that I simply cannot understand and they really need my support? Granted, the definition of "insane" is doing the same things every day and expecting things to change --like NEVER GETTING A QUARTERBACK WHO IS A WINNER SINCE DAN MARINO RETIRED. Anyway, I was reminded that true love is unconditional and not always easy. I was reminded that love is what you make of it.
That said, I realized that the Dolphins are indeed MY team and I should start acting like it once again. I will blindly launch into my love of the Miami Dolphins with an optimistic and clean slate after answering the tough questions from the depths of my soul: "Am I a New England Patriots fan or am I a Miami Dolphins fan?"
After my sould-searching had run it's course, the dust settled and I am a Miami Dolphins fan. I will be here for them when they are ready to win again and I will talk so much shit in their defense this year even if it borders on delusional. They shall soon return to their lofty post of Lords of the AFC EAST!!!
Maybe sooner than I/we think?
~ZFJ
Have you ever questioned your love? Have you ever questioned whether what you are doing or involved in is really the right thing for your life and your soul? Have you ever stepped back and asked yourself the "difficult" questions?
I sure have.
First, I must preface this post with some facts. The NFL Football season time of year is hands down my favorite time of year. No matter what may be going on in my life during this time of year, it is positively enhanced when there's football. I love it. I also have been a loyal fan of the Miami Dolphins football team for a million years.
That said, recently I've been doing some intense soul searching after a trusted ---albeit ball-busting--- friend challenged the very essence of my life with regards to my love for the Miami Dolphins football team. Wow. To question a persons love/loyalty of their chosen football team is huge but this questioning was much bigger than even he could have imagined. See, he didn't just question my love for the Miami Dolphins football team.
He accused me of loving the New England Patriots football team!
Now, anyone who has even a vague idea of NFL football would know that, considering the Dolphins and Patriots are rivals in the same division, it is not only horrible to like two teams in the same division but would actually render a person a "pink hat" football fan if they liked rival teams in the same division. If you do that you may as well pick your favorite team based on their uniform colors or which players have the nicest asses. You just cannot do that kind of thing in NFL Football. Loyalty, honor and trust are keys when indulging in Football "life" and I've spent many years as a Dolphins fan through the good times and the shit times. The shit times unfortunately have been abundant and have decisively overshadowed any "good" times as of late.
But I stay loyal. I stand by the team every year despite their lack of effort to get a quality Quarterback. Despite their questionable choices for head coaches. Despite the fact that season after season they have managed to waste excellent defenses and solid running games by NOT EVER GETTING A QUALITY QUARTERBACK TO LEAD THE OFFENSE SINCE FUCKING DAN MARINO RETIRED. I stay loyal. Yes, each season admidst the orgy of multiple Football games happening at once, betting, fantasy football, shit talking, beer drinking, cheering, booing, bad food eating, reveling, general good times, and still more shit talking. But my dear reader, shit talking gets difficult as I get to watch friends teams make the playoffs --even the Super-- Bowl and think "Gee. It must be nice to have this fun while having the confidence that your favorite team is actually a feared and winning team...wow." I think, "Gee. It must be nice to be a fan of a team who's front office not only talks about putting a competitive team on the field every season but actually does it." Admittedly, I've had to endure good doses of chop-busting from friends and family who are N.E. Patriots fans season after season as the Pats whip up on the Dolphins. I've commented that their head coach is "The best coach in NFL history" and that "Tom Brady is a Hall Of Fame Quarterback". Etc. I do think they're right up there. I'd be lying if I said I don't admire an organization that has their act together. One that has a focus for what they need to do to win and who scouts, drafts, trades for and retains players that will fit into their system. An organization that has everyone on the same page from parking attendants to the owner. An organization that not only has won a few Super Bowls in recent memory but is in the mix for Super Bowl possibilities seemingly every year. Indeed, it IS possible to win often with the right leadership, great QB and vision for the teams "identity". It IS possible to admire a team like that.
But are they my true love???
My thoughts raced. As I watch Miami prepare for their 2011 campaign with a backfield that consists of a rookie running back, paired with a recently signed running back with "great potential" who hasn't yet lived up to it. I watched them sign a street bum named Matt Moore who will compete for the starting job with their existing number one QB --Chad "The Bum" Henne. I watch as the defense, which is very good, stays intact but may go to waste for another year with a potentially hapless offense leading the way. I watch as the receiving corps stays full of playmakers but they simply WILL NOT SIGN A TOP NOTCH QUARTERBACK to throw these players the football. I watch as they don't sign a QB who even has some precident for being able to win or even one who can manage a game effectively.
My thoughts drift to the Patriots as they sign a big name Wide Receiver who will fit in to their system well...they sign a big name defensive tackle....shit, they were 14-2 last year and they may be as good or better this year??? My thoughts ran to them meeting the Dolphins the first week of the season and winning 97-4....my heart sank. Was my chop-busting, ball-breaking, son-of-a-bitch friend who likes the Chicago Bears right??? Did he see something in me that not even I knew existed?? Was my "praise" of the Patriots due to respect for their coach and quarterback or, do I subconsciously really prefer them as my team and am only sticking with the Dolphins out of comfort-zone-familiarity and blind loyalty? Was my current distaste of the Dolphins based on my perception that they do not have urgency to put a winning team on the field? Did I just want to be excited again by following a winning team???
Considering my deep, deep love for NFL Football and the fast-approaching 2011 regular season, I had burning questions that needed answering. Quickly.
I realized that, sometimes love is "tough". Sometimes you need to be patient and understanding and realize that the other person (or team) is doing the best that they can. Maybe they are going through things that I simply cannot understand and they really need my support? Granted, the definition of "insane" is doing the same things every day and expecting things to change --like NEVER GETTING A QUARTERBACK WHO IS A WINNER SINCE DAN MARINO RETIRED. Anyway, I was reminded that true love is unconditional and not always easy. I was reminded that love is what you make of it.
That said, I realized that the Dolphins are indeed MY team and I should start acting like it once again. I will blindly launch into my love of the Miami Dolphins with an optimistic and clean slate after answering the tough questions from the depths of my soul: "Am I a New England Patriots fan or am I a Miami Dolphins fan?"
After my sould-searching had run it's course, the dust settled and I am a Miami Dolphins fan. I will be here for them when they are ready to win again and I will talk so much shit in their defense this year even if it borders on delusional. They shall soon return to their lofty post of Lords of the AFC EAST!!!
Maybe sooner than I/we think?
~ZFJ
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