All about life, ups and downs, as we wait for the return.
Published on August 13, 2009 By slave2son In Football

As the days of summer linger on, the MLB playoff races are becoming more clear.  The trade deadline has passed.  Some were buyers.  Some were sellers.  My team, the Reds, shouldn't have been buyers, although they picked up Scott Rolen.  Odd.  Well, the Reds are where the Reds usually are this time of year, fighting to stay out of the cellar.  So, it's time to turn to football.

A new season = new hope.  The bengals have been stumbling into training camp and going hard at it.  It doesn't matter if you show up in Chad Johnson's gold toe shoes or men's goth boots, you are in Georgetown, KY to work.  You have one common goal this year... playoffs.  (Hey, in Cincy, it's not Super Bowl, it's playoffs!)  And if you are interested in the Bengals, you can watch all of them on HBO's Hard Knocks.

I love football.  It is the modern day gladiator sport.  Instead of using traditional combatitive weapons like these Renaissance weapons, you strap on a pair of pads and pound each other to death.  There is a balance between skill and strength and only the most disciplined, best coached teams move on.  Training camp has to be brutal.  You are working two-a-days in 100 degree heat and humidity, and all you do at night is curl up in a fetal position and wish for mommy, cuddling in one of these.  But no blanket can keep you from the hard hits you take in this game.  It's a man's game, not a babies.  And it's great!  I'm ready for some football!


on Aug 13, 2009

Mmm, I prefer college football. I mean come on, there is some passion and pride and glory. I remember when I played for the High School I went to years back, I loved running onto the field and representing the school. Quite the rush.

Oh...and Go Ducks!


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