Wednesday, November 4, 2009
This is making me crazy. I've been suffering from withdrawal symptoms for what is the beginning of a second week, but now it is reaching a fever pitch. I'm extremely cranky, the family is cowering in fear, and the general public is not safe. No, I'm not trying to quit smoking. I'm having Steelers bye week withdrawal, and it's really not pretty.
I honestly hate bye weeks. From the time training camp starts to the end of the season, my Sundays are booked. I do get a few off due to Monday or Thursday night games, but Sundays are what I anticipate all week. On a bye week, I have no clue what to do with my day. It's like my whole mojo is disturbed.
Thankfully, I've got all six Super Bowl wins on DVD. It may be the only thing to get me through. To see all the greats play again--Lambert, Bradshaw, Harris, Bleier, Swann, and crew--is just what the doctor ordered.
How great those old games are to watch for any football fan. The caliber of player back in my childhood is much different than today's professional football player. Back then, they played with broken bones, concussions, and a variety of ailments. In short, you had to be on your deathbed to not play.
The rules in today's league have changed so much that most players of the 70's and 80's would be getting fined every week by the NFL. Could you imagine the uproar if Jack Lambert played under today's rules? The man was an animal on the field back in his heyday. Today's NFL rules would've neutered him. While I understand the need for rules, let's get real. Penalized for celebrating a touchdown or throwing a kid in the stands a football??? In a lot of ways, the NFL has been sissified.
Tonight, I think I'll start my intense withdrawal therapy in hopes of easing my anxiety. I just hope that the family doesn't interrupt my sessions. It could get ugly.