Damn, I thought Brett would do better than that!

Comedians' log - date 1.20.08 (corny and uninspired, i know. But so what? It's Sunday, and I ain't even trying hard)...

Today was one of those days that, if you are a man, you probably considered a "man day." In fact, it was one of the few days out of your year that is to be considered one of your 'man days', because today were the conference championship games of the NFL. Oh yeah, that time of the year where many men across the country may become INTENTIONALLY seclusive from wives, girlfriends, friends, and other associates not understanding of the brevity of the day, for about seven hours. Seven hours of glorifying, gratifying, hard-core physical, pig skin brutality. We may watch the games from the privacy of our own home. We may watch the games over that persons' house who has the big plasma that you don't have in your own home. Or we may watch the games in a sports bar with other football fans - females and male fans of the sport alike. There are other sports, and other times of the year, where us guys become detached from real-life, for the sake of letting the testosterone surge. There's boxing, but even the most touted matches, are rarely worth the hype anymore. There's the NBA playoffs, but given the teams that make it to the finals, it may not get much attention (last years finals of the Spurs and the Cavs, supposedly drew the lowest ratings of NBA finals in some time). There's baseball and hockey, but they don't float everyone's boat. And soccer is the biggest draw all over the world, EXCEPT in America. Nothing gets it done like football and four teams vying for their chance to go to THE big game. I would go as far to say that the day of the conference championship games is the biggest 'man day' of the year - even more so than the Super Bowl. When you think about it, two teams in one conference, and two in another, trying to knock each others' block off, there's something beautifully simplistic in the brutality of it all. That's before the fashion show of the Super Bowl, and the Hollywood halftime show, and some of the estrogen charged commercials shown that day, that would never have a chance any other NFL Sunday. I won't even go into the Super Bowl house parties, where many people who wouldn't be watching football in other circumstances, crash and burn in their limited, and embarrassing display of football terminology, and team information. I mean, I'm no professional referee, but I will get the names right of the star players on each. Coincidentally today, I was talking to someone while the patriots were playing, and this person called the Patriots quarterback Tom Jefferson (okay, I'm exaggerating slightly for effect, but the person didn't the name 'Brady' correct...

...my whole weekend, even with extra day in tow because of the holiday, was centered around the football games on Sunday. They were pretty much guaranteed to be good games, given the matchups. I was ready for my 'man day' when I woke up Sunday morning to the early morning broadcast of Joel Osteen preaching from his congregation in Houston (meaningless side note: Joel Osteen comes off as a very likable and charismatic guy, but there's something scary about the number of times he blinks his eyes in just thirty seconds. What's up with that? But I digress...) I knew today that I had to get my haircut, and in order to be home in time for the first game at noon, I had to be out the house and at the barbershop in the ten o' clock hour. Thanks to smart planning, I was the first one in the chair, and on my way home by 11:30....Kickoff time, and I'm watching the game where everyone feels that the champions of Super Bowl XLII are coming from? This game wasn't as action intense as I thought it would be though. And let me know if it's just me, but did it seem as if Brady was trying his best to keep the game close? I mean three picks? Thrown by Brady? In the same game? It almost felt as if he was keeping the game close because he personally had money ridin' in Vegas on the Pats not making the spread. But I guess a win is a win, no matter how ugly it looks. But how about that second game? Now THAT was a game. I think most people would agree, that the more lead changes that you have in a game, the more exciting the game is, and the more it seems that the two teams are evenly matched. And with four lead changes in the game, it was game that didn't disappoint. And I'll tell you this. Winners or losers, those guys deserved every bit of money they made, and will continue to make. Because as skinny as I am, if someone was willing to pay me just to sit for three hours in -24 wind chill weather, I can't help ya - much less try to play football. My hat goes off to Eli Manning though. That guy has proven himself to be a quarterback with guts, and one who can slug it out with the best and deliver. They went into Dallas - and won. They went into Green Bay - and won. And it wouldn't be too much of a surprise to me if they beat the Patriots in the Super Bowl. They damn near beat them the last time they played. Not that Brett Favre was making it TOO hard for Eli. Did you see how horrible he was throwing in the game? What the hell was he looking at in some of those plays? The way I saw the game, Favre lost the game for the Packers...oh well, hope he can live with the fact that this game was his last shot at another ring - no way to make up for how lousy his game was. And even Tynes got the chance to redeem himself...