So, Bart Scott is trademarking his now infamous post-game rant to Sal Hates Italian Stereotypes Because He is a Closet Self-Loather-antonio. That's cool, I guess. Good for him. As a Jets fan, I can't really complain. I have enjoyed all the attention the team has gotten recently, coupled with, of course, two pretty successful seasons.
Something just seems off, though, and I can't tell if it's me or them. It could be that the team is turning into what will be a force for the next 10 years and, as a Jets fan, I am just conditioned to always beware the rug beneath my feet. Or, it could be that the team's had a couple lucky runs and is destined to regress to the mean, chirping all the way down.
Not that I'm anti-trash talking. I'm not. It's entertainment. Entertain me. It's the self important dipshits who make it seem like the NFL at one point stood for Truth, Justice and the American Way. Anytime any player runs his mouth or does something outrageous it becomes a fucking story and a "distraction." THIS IS SERIOUS, YOU GUYS. DON'T GET DISTRACTED BY ALL THE QUESTIONS WE WILL BE ASKING ABOUT SOMETHING STUPID YOU SAID/DID!
If the team is going to be a perennial conference championship contender like, say, the early aught's Eagles, then: Awesome, make all the t-shirts you guys want. Talk shit to the Patriots and sniff all the toes you can. Just don't suck it up and make me have to listen to Mark Schlereth talk about "Playin' in the National Football League and not Talkin' in the National Football League."
For that, I can[*] wait.
*Oh, I went there.
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