The strangest day of the NFL season has become conference championship Sunday. For nineteen weeks games kick off at 1pm...through late summer through fall into early winter. Our bodies are conditioned to Sunday doubleheaders-- and then all of a sudden fans are delivered a curve-ball.
We have to wait until 3pm? What's a fan to do... outside of scramble for hopefully some college basketball, NBA or hockey. I understand why the move was made (the conference championship games now begin at noon pacific time)... but it's just a little disjointing.
Are they betting on preseason games too? One irritating subplot of the Ravens run in the postseason was Maryland Governor Martin O'Malley needing to bet with opposing governors... Maryland Crabcakes against New England Lobster or whatever it is Indiana has. Excuse me? These are wildcard and divisional playoff games. There should be a rule that allows mayors and governors and senators and congressmen who want to score TV time by making "bets" (not of their own money but of somebody else's product indigenous to the area)-- wait until the Super Bowl.
Thoughts on the AFC-- karma is a conniving character. The New York Jets were headed to non-contention when Indianapolis coach Jim Caldwell lifted his starters in the second half of the Colts-Jets game one month ago. Can the Jets reward the Colts for taking their foot off the gas in December? Why is irony so ironic...
Super Bowl Party Update-- unfortunately Larry won't be hosting this year; thus I won't be hearing "are ya havin a good time" every five minutes. Hopefully Doug's wife will still make the butter bars (85% butter and 38% shortening) and buffalo chicken wing dip.
Thoughts on the NFC-- Brett Favre's back on the big stage... can he somehow get the Vikings past the ultra-explosive New Orleans offense? The Saints resurgence has helped heal a city still recovering from disaster...
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