Night Owl Cards

I went through my meager collection of football cards the other day to see if I had any cards of Ray Rice or Adrian Peterson so I could rip them up. It turns out I didn't. But I do have plenty of other law-breakers (or people who were charged but not necessarily convicted, we do still have a justice system that's called innocent until proven guilty, correct?) in the less than 200 football cards that I own. The one thing that has bothered me regarding the criticism of the NFL regarding these recent cases, is that people are behaving like this is something new, like the NFL suddenly just allowed a couple of ne'er-do-wells to slip into the league and SHAME ON THEM for being so careless and callous. Well, people who just happened to stumble into the ways of the NFL last week, this is well-trampled ground. With the exception of a beating being filmed for all to see, none of this -- absolutely none -- is new. The NFL has been a sanctuary for lawless behavior for as lon...

I've come to terms with the fact that I'm probably not a football fan anymore, and the chances are good that I won't go back to my old rooting days in the future. Even though I've said I've lost interest before, there was always a part of me that figured I'd go back. Football was a huge part of my life at one time. But this season clinched it. I really tried to go back to the days when I'd watch two or three games on Sunday and another on Monday, run my fantasy team into the ground, and get together with friends at a bar or a house party where football was truly the guest of honor. But it didn't happen. I just can't get into it. I'll turn on a game, watch 20 minutes or so, get interested in a play or two, think "hey, I still like this," and before you know it, I'll be walking away from the TV and onto something else. I'm not even aware that I am doing it. It just doesn't hold my interest. Now that the playoffs are on...