The Internet probably best exemplifies the phrase “agree to disagree.” It is a modern day cyber-wild-wild-west, with scammers, thieves and scumbags strolling across its networked glory. Consensus on the Internet is a lot like a pet unicorn: a hopeful dream that will never come to pass. Around the time the Internet was just getting big,…
We live in a world driven by instant connections, with ready access to resources previous generations could only dream of. And yet, ignorance and hatred continue to fuel strife and violence all over the world. Be it religion, culture, caste or creed, the human race continues to be its own worst enemy. We like to think that we’ve outgrown the mistakes of our past, that this time around we will correct injustice before it happens, as opposed to retroactively applying a cure to something already diseased.
Let’s take a moment and talk about Peyton Manning’s legacy.
I know, I know, you’ve all heard this narrative before. But humor me for a second, because I’m going to take this age-old conversation in a very different direction.
This article was supposed to be, at worst, half joyful and half morose. After all, with yours truly holding a vested rooting interest in two of the four teams left in the NFL playoffs, it would seem reasonable to hope that at least one of my teams would advance to the Super Bowl. Alas, it…
Brady-Manning XV. Was there ever any doubt?
In this wild and wacky NFL season, complete with all the hallmarks of true drama, including, but not limited to, stirring comebacks, coaching malfeasance, strange fines, blown calls, concussion controversy and even some occasionally excellent football, the AFC playoffs find themselves perched on the precipice of another entry in the logbook of the quarterback rivalry of our generation.
As fireworks lit the night sky and Jimbo Fisher got all emotional at his postgame interview, a part of me was also shedding a tear or two. For the day had come: the last BCS National Championship Game was over, the BCS was dead, long live the (obnoxiously branded) College Football Playoff. The narratives that…
Last Thursday, having gorged myself on a hearty (turkey-free, since I’m a vegetarian) meal, I collapsed onto my motorized reclining couch at home and started sinking into a gastronomic coma. With drooping eyelids while trying desperately to stay open to watch the snooze-fest that was the Raiders playing the Cowboys at JerryWorld, my time awake was going to be quite short.
As far as football goes, the past few days have been some of the worst in history for me. My high school got matched up against a powerhouse in the CCS playoffs, Stanford suffered a horrific loss to the Men of Troy, the 49ers couldn’t put away the Saints and oh yes, my Patriots lost on Monday Night Football. About the Stanford loss I shall not speak one word, for that wound is still far too raw.