Huh? I miss the days when rivals were rivals for crissake. Not this namby-pamby let’s hope everybody does good too crap which has oozed its way into our collective public conversation. You think when Ronnie Lott was at USC he wished John Elway at Stanford well? Hell no. He called him a horse faced little girl on Friday and then tried to make sure he never had kids on Saturday. The good old days…you know…when you hid a little screwdriver in your giant beige ‘J Pad’ just in case somethin’ went down out there and you needed to deal some payback on one of those stuck up eighth grade bastards from LaGrange. That was football. I don’t know what this stuff is anymore. Fluffball.
You aren’t allowed to lead with your head in more ways than one.