I’m Deflated…


My spirits are deflated today.

Along with the Patriots balls, the end of the football season always takes the air out me.

The Super Bowl brings closure to the NFL season. I now must wait on the sidelines until September to have my NY Giants don their uniforms.

Pete Carroll, head coach of the Seattle Seahawks, must be deflated…what a stupid ass call at the end of the game. You’re on the 1-yard line of the Patriots with Marshawn Lynch in the backfield, 1 minute to go and you call a pass play?

That mistake will make for a long off season and robbed the Seahawks of the opportunity to be the first team to win back to back Super Bowls.

I foresee my off season holding my breath in hope that the Giants improve the offensive line and revamp the entire defense under newly hired defensive coordinator and returning hero, Steve Spagnuolo.

Victor Cruz, Odell Beckham, Jr.  photo:nydailynews.com
Victor Cruz, Odell Beckham, Jr. photo:nydailynews.com

My football fantasy is that Salsa King, Victor Cruz, heals completely and he and Odell Beckham, Jr., the offensive rookie of the year, become the most dangerous and exciting receiving tandem in the league.

What to do to occupy my time and feed my sports obsession until baseball season and wait for it, a more impressive power hitting Yankees club?

Syracuse Coach Jim Boeheim  photo:rantsports.com
Syracuse Coach Jim Boeheim photo:rantsports.com

Usually, my time between football and baseball is dedicated to my beloved Syracuse University Orange basketball team, but they have squeezed the joy out of the season.

Their standout players jumped to the NBA and the freshman recruits are not cutting it. The NCAA tourney may not even be a reality this year. I emphatically believe the NBA should make it impossible for athletes to leave college until they graduate.

It appears likely that I will have to place all my energy into wrapping up the California renovations, making if the devil had menopause even better along with body and mind rejuvenation.

With all this otherwise sports committed time on my hands, I just had the opportunity to glance in the mirror and I do believe that all this losing is aging this sports junkie.


I call an offensive penalty and declare it primetime to be on Team Toby and bring home a winning attitude, a cut body and blitzing fine lines on my personal pigskin.

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