Just in case you haven’t turned on your TV, listened to the radio, or opened a newspaper in the past week: Michael Phelps was photographed smoking marijuana at a college party and found over 15 flavors of delta 8 vapes. Who would have expected the same man who won eight gold medals in Beijing this summer, would be lighting up? Phelps is paying the price for his actions, losing endorsement deals and being suspended three months from competing by US swimming. I’ll be the first to admit, I never would have guessed Phelps would go the road of Cheech and Chong; but aren’t some people taking this a little too far?
In an interview a few days ago, Ricky Williams, running back of the Miami Dolphins, told the media he seriously considered smoking weed in his team’s bye week. While Ricky is known for lighting up in the past, he claims to have put this phase of his life behind him and focus on football. And while most of the world looks down on Ricky for his comments, I admire the honesty. Then I thought, wouldn’t it be nice if all sports figures were this honest….
True story: Early fall of 1990, I was anxiously awaiting for my very first day of Kindergarten. My mom had picked out my clothes the night before; nothing too catchy, just a conservative yellow polo complemented by plaid shorts that barely reached my mid thigh. My blue and white Velcro shoes were strapped up tight and I was ready to go. I have had all summer to practice the ABC’s, touch up on my artwork, and re-read the ever so challenging rules of kickball. My dad took dozens of pictures of me and I stood there smiling, completely oblivious, not knowing that these photos would come back to haunt me at numerous family reunions and neighborhood get-togethers. My book bag was zipped up and I skipped outside and waited for the big yellow bus to come pick me up and take me to school. And I waited. And I waited some more. Nothing. I sat down to wait a little longer. Still nothing. It was my first day of school, and my bus had forgotten to pick me up.
By now, most of you are wondering why I am telling this story. For one, it’s damn sad and may increase my chances of getting sympathy from numerous amounts of females. But this is not my main objective. My goal is to explain the similarity between my first day of school, with the first few weeks of the regular season for teams like the Rams, Bengals, Browns, Chiefs and Lions.
I have been a die-hard sports fan for years. But contrary to one’s normal beliefs, growing up, my favorite sport wasn’t football, basketball, or baseball. My favorite sport in my early years was one that some argue is more of a soap opera than a sport; professional wrestling.
I grew up in what was known as the “Attitude Era,” where the Undertaker buried people alive, Austin 3:16 raised hell throughout the WWF, Degeneration-X had just two words for us, and we all smelled what the Rock was cookin’.
In major sports these days, there is only one guarantee, and that is that there are no guarantees. So why is everybody running their mouths?
In week one of this NFL season, the Miami Dolphins took on the Washington Redskins in an interesting game that needed overtime to determine a winner. The Dolphins didn’t come out on top, obviously, but there was certainly hope for the near future. There was hope; please put emphasis on the word “was.”
I am stuck 33,000 feet above ground on an extremely bumpy airplane in route to Orlando, Florida. My flight was delayed three hours due to who knows what back at the Philly airport. The food served on board tastes like a mixture between dog vomit and urine. (Not that I have ever tasted either.) I am squished between two dudes who really need to give Jenny Craig a call and the baby behind me won’t stop kicking my seat. The old granny in first class thinks of something new to complain about every other minute while a group of young ladies, unattractive at that, won’t stop reciting the lyrics to “Stacy’s Mom.” That song is like eight years old, find a new favorite tune. Just when I thought nothing else could possibly go wrong, I look up at the TV to see if anything worthwhile is on, only to find myself watching preseason NFL football. God, kill me now.
There are a few times in a man’s life when they are more pissed off than when there is no toilet paper available after you took a gigantic dump, but let me assure you, this is one of those times.
I have been a New York Giant at heart ever since I came out of the womb. I have witnessed their ups and downs, good times and bad. I attended their 41-0 complete domination of the Minnesota Vikings in the NFC Championship, as well as their 34-7 Super Bowl loss against the Baltimore Ravens when Trent Dilfer looked as if he was John Elway.
Some things just go together; peanut butter and jelly, spaghetti and meatballs, Pedro Gomez and the San Francisco Giants, Robin Williams and bad movies. That’s why, when people think football, they think of the Madden NFL video game franchise.
Video gamers across the country are excited for the release of Madden 2008, which will be in stores on the 14th of August. Vince Young, 2006 rookie of the year, will be gracing the front cover following the foot steps of other NFL superstars.
It’s only a matter of time before Barry Bonds takes three more pitches yard and officially becomes the home run champion, breaking Hank’s record. Regardless of anyone’s opinion, there is nothing anybody can do about it.
A few nights ago, my friend and I had an in depth discussion about the passing of the torch that I would like to share with you. He is a little slow, so try to bear with me.