I can say that this has been, without a doubt, the most gut-wrenching weekend of football that I have ever endured.
After enduring two hours of completely unnecessary and ridiculously frustrating Saturday traffic, I arrive to the game late only to find that we could not park in lot 7 because it was reduced to a muddy bog and we were without 4-wheel drive. We narrowly avoid a couple wrecks with other cars wandering around without a clue as to what to do, eventually find a spot, and walk through pouring rain as we hear "LSU Touchdown" announced over the PA. Wondering whether to turn around or not, we convince ourselves to go in and end up watching a hell of a game. Every time I thought that we had given it away, State fought back and got right back in it. At some point in the 4th qtr, I remember thinking to myself that we had been through hell that day, but it would all be worth it if the Dawgs pulled out a win, and we could watch all the sad corndogs leave the stadium in self-pity. Unfortunately, victory and sweet justice were both snatched away and the drive home was about as miserable as I can remember.
By this morning, sanity had been restored and my anger turned to hope like I believe was the case with many other maroon fans. I was looking forward to a good Sunday of NFL football, and hopefully a first Titans victory. The Titans self-destructed from the very beginning and I turned my attention to my lifelong love, the 49ers. After more than a decade of sheer misery, San Fran didn't have a ton to look forward to this season other than a superstar first round draft pick in Michael Crabtree. However, somewhere a long the way, Crabtree decides to take advice from one stupid son of a ***** agent and it does not appear that he'll be playing anytime soon. The Niners could have pouted but Mike Singletary(my early choice for coach of the year) moves the team forward. They win their first two games including one against division rival and conference champ, Arizona. Their third game is against some folks' NFC champ favorite, Minnesota. Although unlikely, if the Niners could somehow pull this one out, they would not only have put themselves in great position in the division, but they'd also but themselves in a great spot to challenge for the damn conference. Yes, I'm talking about the San Francisco 49ers possibly being the best team in the entire NFC.
So, after a wonderful football game, I'm bouncing off the walls, San Fran plays strong, and they make a few key stops to put themselves in the driver's seat. BUT, oh no, Favre's not quite done... With 12 seconds left on third and long, Brett Favre narrowly avoids a sack, heaves it up while getting plowed to the turf, and Gregg Lewis makes a spectacular catch in double coverage in the back of the endzone. Are you 17ing kidding me???
The MSU game has been analyzed to death so I'm not going to fuel that one, but I would like to take a moment to give a hearty 17 YOU to Brett 17ing Favre. In the last few years, you have driven me from indifference to slight dislike to now sheer hatred. When you play Baltimore this year, I hope that Ray Lewis takes your damn head off and punts it into the stands. That is all...