Showing posts with label Dallas Cowboys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dallas Cowboys. Show all posts

Monday, December 30, 2013

Come Monday...Soccer, Anyone?

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of (or commentary about) websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).


Okay, I am not quite that depressed, but after watching my beloved [Dallas Cowboys] perfecting the art of mediocrity for another season, switching over to being a soccer fan does not sound so ridiculous.  After all, the only expectations that a soccer fan can realistically have per match are for their team to not lose by more than one goal and look fashionable as they frolic on the pitch in short pants for 90 minutes (not counting extra-time, of course).

No, I really don’t want to get into how far too many on the Cowboys roster would rather not play hard when they don’t have to, and from the looks of things, they rarely have to.  For they keep receiving game checks of hundreds of thousands of dollars while trying to keep their uniforms looking spiffy.

Oh, and then there are the mean ones, who seem to only be interested in hurting someone.  Time after time, they can be observed going for the big hit when a properly executed form tackle on defense (or block on offense) would get the job done in a much more effective way.

Does this not come back on the coaches?  For they keep putting those players out on the field.

In all fairness, much of the lack-luster play may have more to do with the game plans than anything else.  For it has to be so disheartening to keep playing their guts out while trying to execute plays that have little chance of working.

Yeah, having incompetent coaches has to come back on upper-level management.  For they keep those coaches in place.  Furthermore, upper-level management also cut the game checks—right?

Last night’s game against the [Philadelphia Eagles] had everything that has been wrong with the Cowboys for the past 10 years on full display in high definition during prime time.  For the Cowboys were forced to start the back-up quarterback, [Kyle Orton], on account of the starter, [Tony Romo], being out with a serious back injury.  So, one would think that they would be seeking to run the ball as much as possible since the timing on pass plays would most likely be off, and with [DeMarco Murray] starting to really shine as a star running back in the league, having to run the ball more should not have been all that much of a bad thing.

What did the Cowboys actually do?  They ran Murray pretty good in the first half, and then almost completely abandoned the run game in the second half.  This was in favor of Orton consistently being wildly off-target with his passes.

Orton’s last pass erased all doubt concerning incompetence.  For it was at least a yard behind [Miles Austin], which resulted in a [game-ending interception].

Yeah, it can be argued that it is easy to be so critical while watching the game on television, but Orton is getting paid [over $3 million a year].  Whereas, I am not getting paid diddly-squat to dispense these invaluable observations.

On the other hand, an 8-8 record is not a losing season.  In fact, it is perfectly mediocre.  Go [Broncos]!

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Monday, January 2, 2012

Come Monday...COWBOYS SUCK!!!


“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

Just in case you cannot tell from the image, I am referring to my beloved [Dallas Cowboys]—not cowboys in general.  For not only did they fail to make the NFL playoffs again, they managed to do so by getting humiliated by the hated (so to speak) [New York Football Giants] on [Sunday Night Football], 31-14.

No, that is not quite right.  For most of the players on the current Cowboys roster don’t have enough sense to be humiliated—starting with [Rob Ryan], the defensive coordinator.

Oh yeah, this was another season where expectations were sky-high.  For with the addition of Rob Ryan to the staff, the Cowboys defense would surely rival the offense as being the real reason for another glorious [Super Bowl] victory.

Do you not find it curious that after [Jerry Jones] fired [Wade Phillips] as the head coach of the Cowboys around the middle of last season, he became the defensive coordinator of the [Houston Texans], and the Texans ended the regular season with the [second highest rated defense] in the entire league?  I do.

Hey, wasn’t the Cowboys’ Ryan supposed to be a defensive genius?  Quite obviously, he really can “talk” as good of a game as his [brother] and [father], despite being the quiet one of the three.

Alas, I suppose I should be grateful.  For the agony has ended much sooner than later, and I can now honestly cheer for the [Green Bay Packers] to repeat as Super Bowl champions.

Talk about a class act.  They are, with a great sense-of-humor, as well.


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Monday, October 18, 2010

Come Monday...Discombobulated

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).



Yes, my dear [Adullamite], that really is a real word. According to [Merriam-Webster], it means to be upset or confused, which is a state of mind that has to be very familiar to you. For you love the game of soccer futbol, which is played by those who would have to discombobulated. After all, when a 0-0 tie is considered to be a classic match, mass confusion has to be involved.

In my own case, disorientation would serve as a better description of my present condition. For instead of following the routine that I have been observing lately of going to bed around 9 AM and getting up around 8 PM, I didn’t get to bed until around 4 PM. Subsequently, I didn’t get up until midnight, and here I sit without anything of any substance to post.

Yeah, that shot I took at Adullamite always counts. Well, at least in my book, it does, but the rest of you are probably being left wanting.

I suppose I could blame some of my disorientation upon the fact that my beloved [Cowboys] should be 5-0 instead of 1-4 now. Hey, I went to bed just after watching them march down the field like they knew what they were doing to score the first touchdown of the game, and I wake up to find that they had managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory again.

[Minnesota Vikings] fans ought to be feeling a little disoriented, as well. For with [Brett Favre feeling his age], surely they didn’t expect to pull off a [24-21 win] over my mighty Cowboys.

Hmm, with all of the accusations of impropriety swirling around Favre over his alleged involvement with the luscious [Jenn Sterger], it does make one wonder about the true cause of the tendinitis in his right elbow… Yeah, one would think that it would be his wrist that would be hurting, but such speculation is probably better left well enough alone.

In all seriousness, I really do feel for his longsuffering wife, [Deanna]. For after enduring Brett’s wishy-washy retirement angst for longer than anyone should ever have to, this “stuff” about the naughty hottie has to be tearing her guts out.

No, I don’t believe anything much will come of the alleged affair between Brett and Jenn. In fact, I don’t believe that there is even much that could come out, but a lot of damage has already been done.

Yes, the same could be said of [Jerry Jones] dreams of his team playing in [Super Bowl XLV] at home. For the Cowboys will probably have to go undefeated for the rest of the season in order to make it.

No, I am not worried. For the odds against them has to be reaching astronomical heights, which would mean that some precisely placed bets could go a long way towards paying the $1,300,000,000 that it took to build [Cowboys Stadium]... Yeah, maybe I am more discombobulated than I thought.

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Monday, September 13, 2010

Come Monday...Am I Ready For Some Football?

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about, websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time. Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.” This is subject to change, however. In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while. For rants promote change, and change can be good—right? Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).




NO!!!

Well, at least not anymore of what I watched a few hours ago. For my [Dallas Cowboys] have evidently taken the mantra, hugs—not drugs, a little too seriously, and a holding penalty on the right offensive tackle negated the game-winning touchdown as time expired.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it can be argued that this one play did not cost them the game. For if they had been up by 2-3 touchdowns at the time, the holding penalty wouldn’t have mattered much. In response to that I would like to say, JUST SHUT UP!!!

Oops, adding more salt to my gaping wound, I suppose I am incurring the ire of the Grammar Nazis (AGAIN!) for a number of crimes against the English language. All I have to say is, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE AND GO PICK ON SOMEONE ELSE WHO WOULD DARE LEAVE THEIR PARTICIPLES JUST A-DANGLIN’!!!

No, as a matter of fact, I don’t feel any better now. For I am quite sure that [Crotchety] can't stop giggling like a school girl over his [New York (Football) Giants] beating the [Carolina Panthers] earlier in the day, and [Dickster] is probably still jumping up and down on the bed—being the diehard [Washington Redskins] fan he is.

Oh yeah, the season has just begun, but it is going to be a long, long one if my Cowboys don’t get their offensive linemen in a more anti-social mood. At least my [Arkansas Razorbacks] are playing like they are supposed to this year, and my [Cassville Wildcats] are acting like they just might win their third Class 3 Missouri State Football Championship in a row. Still, what do I have to really cheer about when my Cowboys make [Dan Hampton] out to be a genius?

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