Good post-Halloween morning. The children trick or treated as the adults gathered in the cul-de-sac around a firepit. We had a glass of wine. Middle daughter brought home a Life of Jesus DVD given out by a Christian family determined to save her soul, we guess.
We once more find ourselves slipping back into our NFL habit. It's just nice to have something to watch at night while we get to bed.
The great Robert Stacey McCain wrote yesterday, Football is a Man's Game. RSM is always right, especially when it comes to women. Younger reader(s) would be fools not to take his advice, 'If a girl tells you she's a feminists just walk away,' we paraphrase.
McCain is surely right when he complains about all the women commenters on TV. He goes on at some length about female sideline reporters and wonders when chicks on the sideline became a thing. This blog believes 2000, when Melissa Stark joined ABC's disastrous Dennis Miller Monday Night Football experiment.
This blog's enemies are probably expecting to read, 'We don't want a woman on an NFL sideline unless she's in a short skirt and go-go boots,' or some such. Not so. We think cheerleaders are a scandalous distraction. How many unwanted pregnancies have resulted because the camera lingered on a cheer line for too long? Back in our professorial days we had a student who was a competitive cheerleader. This young lady, who aced our World Civ II class, hated NFL cheerleaders, 'sideline strippers' she called them. Quite right.
It will surprise no one that this blog draws a lot of traffic from the vast pool of beautiful women who bless these United States. Surely a few of you are current or former NFL cheerleaders. If 'sideline stripper' is too harsh, competitive cheerleader is too generous a description for what's going on behind the bench. Know what you are. Yes, yes. We're sure you work very hard.
We've always felt great pride that our own New York Giants have never had cheerleaders, a policy instituted by the late Wellington Mara and continued to day by his son, Tim. For those who don't know, the Maras are one of the NFLs noble families, the Starks of the league. They were basically beheaded in the mid-60s when the game passed them by. Of course the hapless Jets have cheerleaders. That's just the kind of organization the Johnson family runs. They're different kinds of people over there.
No. No, ma'am. This husband of a corporate suit, who was at one time responsible for the household cooking and cleaning is no sexist. No, this father who did Mr. Mom duty with all three of his little girls doesn't think a woman's job is to stay home with the children.
We once turned off the AFC championship game because our oldest wanted to watch Wow-Wow Wubsy. 'Can we watch my shows, Daddy. Please?' You young fellas, a little girl asking you for something is deadlier than your mom guilting you, or your girlfriend saying, 'You know what store is next Bed Bath and Beyond and Yankee Candle don't you...?'
There are indeed roles for women in the NFL. This blog endorses 100% female NFL refs. Why not? They're just as capable of over-officiating and blowing the call as men. And we have no problem whatsoever with the Tampa Bay Buccaneers' two female coaches, Lori Locust and Maral Javadifar (defensive line, strength and conditioning). If reader(s) don't think women can't teach men about lifting weights, they should come to our gym. Again, why not?
But women talking about football, announcing football...we shake our head. There's just something about that voice during a game that makes us think we're being nagged.
Below, the Top 10 Led Zeppelin riffs:
It's hard to argue with any of that. Number 6, Ten Years Gone, is criminally underrated. We like it better than Stairway. Here we are playing Ten Years Gone:
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