Arrowhead Advantage: Jets Bretts Lag
(You mean I still have to do this? And the Addicts emphatically nod “yes”…tradition is tradition, buddy.)
Why the Chiefs are Cooler Than the Jets (Who Says Only Kids Can Play Make Believe, Huh?):
10. Is Brett Favre on The Hills? No? So why in the hell are we fretting so much over who he calls and texts? So lame.
9. Which team now has Herm Edwards, huh? Uh, actually, wait a minute…
8. At least we didn’t spend a fortune on overpriced talent only to lose to the Raiders. We got a discount–go Cheaps!
7. If Len Dawson got tanked on national TV and tried to kiss a reporter, she’d definitely be hotter than Suzy Kolber.
6. Phew, no need to worry about the bailout any more. Kris Jenkins just ate Wall Street for a snack.
5. Every time Chiefs fans get down on Glenn Dorsey, we just look at Vernon Gholsten’s stats, or lack therof.
4. What in the **** is a Chansi Stuckey?
3. How is the Favre gamble paying off? Let’s see…the Jets shoot from long range, Green Bay actually…it’s up…and…it’s…a…D’Brick! Game over. 3-3 is all the magic Mr. Stubble can muster?
2. You play in New Jersey? Which exit? I kid the Armpit of America. Nothing but love.
1. Jets fans are either: A.) Douchebags who throw on their two-sizes-too-small, mustard-stained Wayne Chrebet jersey and go to the draft every year to boo vociferously when the next Kyle Brady gets selected by tehir J-E-T-S; or B.) “the cheesy, gold chain-wearing, open-shirt, eighties-style guidos with their Gotti boy haircuts and IROC-Z pimped out autos with neon lights underneath.” (hat tip)
Off topic… but I found this in the KC Star:
Schottenheimer sits in a comfortable chair in the bar at one of the seven golf courses he belongs to across the country. He’s about to answer that very question when he’s interrupted.
“Marty!” a man yells, a developer whom the former coach talked to about the price of some six-figure land. “You need to take up coaching again to pay for all this!”
“No way,” Schottenheimer says as he stands up to visit.
“Come on, Marty,” another guy says. “Some team out there needs you. You could go to the 49ers.”
“No, thanks.”
“How about some part-time coaching down at Clemson?” another man asks.
There’s a crowd now.
“No way. It’s too much aggravation. Hell, (talking to you about it) is too much aggravation.”
Schottenheimer sits back down. He waits for the laughter to die down.
“You know,” he says, “my approach has always been I never say never and I never make a decision until I have to.”
That doesn’t exactly sound like I’m done with the NFL.
Then he tells you he fielded a call about a coaching job a year ago. And he demurred, not because he didn’t want to coach, but because his son was a candidate. As for being a general manager …
“You know, (Bill) Parcells has done it.” He pauses. “I’ve worked in professional football coaching for 30 years, six years as a player. But I’m just at peace with where I am right now.”
Pause.
“But I never say never.”
October 26th, 2008 at 2:39 am