So in a flash of brilliance that he has shown on a consistent basis since becoming NFL commissioner, Roger Goodell decided to do an Ask Me Anything session on Reddit today. For those not in the know, this is where people can ask the original poster anything about anything. We’re not going to focus on how dumb it is for a commissioner with a 20,000 leagues under the sea approval rating to let the public ask him anything, because something happened that is much, much funnier. Continue reading
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The Father and the Scrooge: The Two Faces of Roger Goodell
In the NFL, there are several attributes that will land you – and keep you – a job. Speed, strength, focus – these are all important, but none as important as consistency. If you can do your job without fail every day, you will be successful in the NFL, and in most phases of life. You can be a star, and do some aspects of the game well, but if you can’t do it consistently, if you can’t present the same product every week, you lose your job fast.
Roger Goodell never got this memo.
Turnover!
“Hmmm, didn’t see that one coming.”
As I’m typing this, I bet Roger Goodell is slapping skinny interns around his office. Meanwhile, NFLPA reps are busy posting LOLcat pictures all over the Commish’s Facebook page. With the player-related Bounty Gate suspensions overturned (albeit temporarily), Goodell’s gotten the first big rebuke of his tenure as the Boss. Obviously, this is great news for the Saints as well as the Browns (and a massive victory for the NFLPA). Anthony Hargrove is probably pissed considering that had the Packers known he’d be available for week one, they might not have cut him and he might not have spent the last two weeks on his couch crying into giant bowls of Lucky Charms.
To be brief about what went down, today a three-judge panel ruled not that Goodell was out of order by suspending players in the first place, but that he did not have the right as Commissioner to hear and rule on the their appeals. In short, he bit off more than he could chew and he was called out on it. It will be interesting to see how Goodell reacts after being shown up in front of the entire league and its fan base. Judging by his track record, he’ll probably just turn into even more of a hard-ass. Tomorrow morning he’ll be on the phone with Pacman Jones, telling him he’s suspended for the remainder of the year on suspicions of Thoughtcrime.
Saints Players Suspended; Everyone Excited to Move the Fuck On
Saints fans reaction to announcement
What this means for Saints fans: Second straight year starting a season without Will Smith. Not much else negative, seeing as Lofton and Hawthorne were already prepared to play in Vilma’s place. There’s a little extra money saved up that they can use to sweeten the deal with Brees, although that probably won’t be done for another month at least. Overall, this means the team knows who they’re going forward with, and they can finally get to business.
What this means for Saints haters/detractors: You can make jokes about it from time to time, but make sure they’re good ones. Star Wars jokes aren’t funny anymore.
Although this one is an exception.
Image and photo credit taken from cbssports.com
What this means for Jonathan Vilma: He’ll have all year long to prepare for next season’s Dancing with the Stars.
What this means for the Packers: “Wait, Anthony Hargrove is on our team?” – Packers fan.
What this means for ESPN: Good luck getting NFL offseason material now, bitches!*remembers Tim Tebow still exists* Never mind, you guys are fine.
What this means for Vikings Fans: You still didn’t win a Super Bowl.
What this means for non-NFL fans: Hopefully you won’t have to hear anything about the New Orleans Saints until they win the Super Bowl again. In 2042.
What this means for me: LET’S WRITE ABOUT OTHER TEAM’S FUCKUPS!
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Serious end note: R.I.P. to Junior Seau. Too few details to say anything more, but best wishes go to his family and friends at this time.
NFL Draft Store: The First 5 Picks
For the National Football League, Christmas is in April.
That’s when the NFL takes his 32 kids to the College Draft Toy Store, where every kid can find a few toys that they think will make them happier. There are a lot of factors into what toys will benefit the kids the most: fit, value, need, and sometimes even pressure from the kid’s surroundings. But at the end of the day, let’s face it: these are a bunch of kids playing with expensive toys. Something’s going to get broken, and someone is going to cry.
Here’s a transcription of the first hour of their toy store visit.
NFL: All right, kids, you know how this works. Each of you gets to choose one toy today, and then a few other toys tomorrow. But we all know that this first toy is really the only important one, so don’t mess your choice up. Indianapolis, you get to pick first this year.
Indianapolis is holding a toy in his hands very roughly. He keeps shaking it.
Indy: I want a quarterback toy!
NFL: But son, you already have a good quarterback toy.
Indy: No, this one sucks! It’s broken!
Indianapolis slams the toy down on the ground, and its head falls off. As Indy cries about his broken toy, his brother Denver rushes up and grabs the toy, then puts the head back on.
Denver: Still looks good to me. You have shitty taste in toys, Indy.
NFL gasps.
NFL: You cursed! I thought you were Christian!
Denver: I’m losing my religion.
With that said, Denver tosses another toy over his shoulder. It’s scooped up by New York J.
New York J: Praise Jesus, he didn’t break! It’s a miracle!
NFL: Okay, let’s get on with it. I’m assuming you want to go to the Stanford store, Indy?
Indy: Um, duh. It’s all I’ve been talking about for the past year.
Everyone: Yes, we know.
The group goes to the Stanford store, where the salesman is beaming.
Stanford: Hey guys. I got some really good toys this year. Really good ones.
Indy: You’ve only got one good toy.
Stanford: That’s not true. Look at these three other toys!
He sets out a guard model, a tackle model, and a tight end model. They’re all made of suspect quality. Standing next to the quarterback toy, they look vastly inferior.
Stanford: They would all work very well together. They’ve done it before!
Indy: But separately they suck.
New York G: I don’t know, I kind of like the tight end model…
Dallas: You always like the tight end model, gay boy.
New York G: Dad!
NFL: Stop it, kids. So Indy, are you going to get that one?
Indy: Yeah. With my first toy selection, I pick the Andrew Luck model!
For some reason, people start cheering. Indy takes a picture holding his new toy.
Indy: Its head is much smaller than my old model’s.
Washington: My turn! I’m so excited for this!
St. Louis: Oh, I know how excited you are. *laughs evilly*
Washington: Whatever, I’m not going to need all those toys in the future, because I’m getting the RG3 model!
A Donovan McNabb model comes out of nowhere.
McNabb: That’s not a smart move, guys. Washington doesn’t take good care of its toys, like it didn’t…
Washington: Shut the fuck up, Donovan. You were a shitty toy then and you’re shitty now. Nobody wants you. And that article that bonafide sports genius Nate Raby wrote about you is 100% accurate. Eat a dick and go away.
Everyone: YEAH!
Donovan McNabb sighs.
McNabb: You guys are just haters. Remember, vote for me Hall of Fame 2017!
NFL: Okay, that’s two toys down…what about you, Minny?
Minnesota clears his throat and begins talking too loudly.
Minny: Man, I SURE WOULD HATE IT if someone tried to offer me something for my place in line! Yeah, I’D NEVER TAKE A DEAL LIKE THAT!
Everyone stands around in awkward silence.
Minny: Yup, I’m SUPER LOCKED IN on that USC tackle toy. Nope, wouldn’t consider ANYTHING ELSE!
More silence.
Minny: WHY DOESN’T ANYONE WANNA TRADE WITH ME?
Tampa: Because you’re the worst actor in the world and we know you just want Kalil, but you’re trying to get him and extra picks, and we don’t want to help you because we all hate you.
Minny: Is that true?
Everyone: YES.
Minny: Even you, Dad?
NFL: Uh…just make your pick, son.
Minny: Fine. I pick…Morris Claiborne.
Tampa: SON OF A BITCH.
Minny: Haha! Serves you right for messing with me! I’m awesome! I’m the best! I’m…
Detroit: Still the worst team in our division.
Chicago: By far.
Green Bay: Not even close.
Atlanta: And we all still hate you.
Minny: Shucks.
Cleveland: My turn! Man, this is tough. After all, I have two main choices.
St. Louis: You really want Richardson.
Cleveland: You’re only saying that because you want the Blackmon model.
St. Louis: I’m also saying it because it makes perfect fucking sense. Your quarterback toy couldn’t throw it to a receiver toy if they were standing right next to each other. You want the running back toy. Just face it.
Cleveland: Oh all right. Give me the running back.
The Alabama salesman decides to be the first salesman to say anything in awhile.
Bama: We’ve got a lot of good defensive toys too for you other kids.
Dallas: Oooooh, I like that Barron toy.
Kansas City: I LIKE IT MORE!
NFL: Tampa? Your turn.
Tampa: Anyone want my pick?
Silence.
Tampa: Why does no one want to trade up?
New York J: I want to!
Miami: No you don’t, you just want attention.
New York J: That’s true.
Seattle: Shut the fuck up, Miami, you have no room to talk, you’re just going to reach for a quarterback toy at 8.
Miami: You’re just mad he won’t be available at 12!
Tampa: No one wants to trade up? Really?
New England: grumble grumble grumble (translation: No way, we all just want to trade back.)
Jacksonville: Yeah, I want to trade back too.
Buffalo: And me.
Everyone watching: THIS IS TAKING FOREVER!
New Orleans: I know, seriously. Are we done yet?
Everyone: NO.
New Orleans: Ugh. I fucking hate the draft store.
Oakland: Me too. At least you have some good toys already.
Oakland’s Carson Palmer toy throws three interceptions.
Oakland: Shucks.
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