Gray is ubiquitous in my world right now.  Clouds fill the sky, the tunes are melancholy, and I don't even know what to make of this football season.  It's just been....blah.  Aside from the Chargers' well documented struggles, what once were rivalries are just crap games now.  What is there to get excited about?  The giants of the NFL are being slain by an army of Davids, and history and tradition are fading fast.

More and more I'm finding myself watching games just to watch - essentially because there isn't anything else on and my mind is programmed to push me towards football, regardless of the quality.  Do I even care about football now that the Chargers are so mediocre?  I guess that's a question I need to ask myself as I stare blankly at another "upset", with the sound off and the stereo on.  I think the answer is a resounding, "sort of."  How's that for spirit?

I'm not going to bore anyone (read: too lazy to write a lot right now) with a long drawn out argument, but I think parity is killing the league.  When my team is not worth getting excited about, I want to at least be able to wake up on a Sunday and know that there will be a serious battle, with some history behind it, to watch on a distant gridiron via my mind erasing electronic device that we call a TV.  G-Men vs. America's Team might rekindle my interest?  Meh - As I write this, it's 14-0 Giants a few minutes into the 2nd quarter, and I'm about as excited as I'd be for the "Special of the Day" at some dingy restaurant in Barstow on my way to Vegas.  Yi-Pee.  Where's the hatred between these two NFC East behemoths that once raged inside the sidelines?  It's lost in the egos of megalomaniacs like T.O. and Plax....idiots are ruining football.

Maybe I'm starting to sound like those old dudes in a barber shop that swear the best years of sports happened when they were growing up.  If so, I'm willing to accept that, because above all else I care about myself and my team.  Right now, my team is all sorts of shitty, and the rest of the NFL ain't exactly picking up the slack.  Until it does, I'll continue to prefer the sound of music over the random babbles of Joe Buck, John Madden, et. al.

Meh,

TWF