Posts Tagged ‘cowboys’


Adam Schefter just reported on SportsCenter, Tony Romo will leave football and go to the booth. This is all good news if you ask me. First of all, the guy has kids and probably wants to walk when they are older. Makes sense. Secondly, he was most likely leaning towards the Broncos and that would’ve made this Raider fan really pissed off. Sure Romo is Mr. Glass in real life but when he isn’t getting touched/injured, he is a really good passer and could make them a monster threat in the AFC West. Thirdly, this motherfucker has made something like 150 mil in his career, who wants to wake up and get your face beat in when you have that dough,

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and this smile?

download (1).jpgWell two out of three is still pretty good.

Perfect storm for retirement. Goodbye Tony.




I pray to God he doesn't read this post

I pray to God he doesn’t read this post

ESPN- An NFL running back at 52 years old? Herschel Walker says it wouldn’t be a problem for him. “I can play in the NFL today,” Walker told USA Today Sports. “I couldn’t take every snap. But running backs nowadays don’t play every down. Now they send in the choir section. “Physically, I can still do it.” Walker, who said he’s busy with several business ventures, isn’t thinking of comeback. The Pro Football Hall of Fame website lists Jim Thorpe as the oldest running back to play in the history of the NFL at the age of 40. Thorpe played his last down of football for the Chicago Cardinals in 1928. A physical specimen known for his grueling training regimen, Walker retired from the NFL following the 1997 season and has since taken up Mixed Martial Arts, winning both of his fights, the last coming in January 2011. Part of arguably the most-lopsided trade in NFL history in 1989 when he was dealt from the Dallas Cowboys to the Minnesota Vikings for five players and six draft picks, Walker rushed for 8,225 yards in his career.

Before I write any of this, Herschel doesn’t read Blown Call does he? No? Ok good. Will someone stop putting a microphone in front of this guy’s face? We get it buddy, you’re in the best shape out of anyone that has lived ever. You do a billion pushups and sit ups a day and have never had booze or drugs. Congrats, your liver is healthy and you’ve never had the joy of a black out hangover. But do you remember literally ruining the Vikings because you were great in college and did shit in the NFL. Could you play today? Of course you can, you’re still a large person, but that doesn’t mean you will be good. Emmitt Smith could strap it up and play a few downs but he would get his fucking bell rocked just like Herschel would. Go do your pull ups old man, fight some no name MMA guys and watch football like the rest of us and keep those “I can still play” thoughts to yourself.
Here is a link documenting how horrible that Cowboy/Viking trade was

PS I could totally still play WR on a high school team. Book it.


This whole weekend was like a rollercoaster of emotion. Start with Thanksgiving. I take my family and we go have dinner with my dad and my aunt, uncle, cousins, random people that I haven’t seen in like 15 years. Great time, great food, lots of beer and poker where I steal their money right in front of their eyes (with good cards, not like a felon). The Raiders start off against the Cowboys hot, on fire, can’t be stopped. Go to halftime with a slight lead (I think), and high hopes for the second half right? Fuck you. They forget to tackle, get first downs, or score points. Something happened in that locker room at halftime that ruined them for the second half. Either way I think it officially took them out of playoff contention with the loss. So basically that means I just get to enjoy the rest of the season feverishly grading every player for next year and watching the mock drafts and FAs they could possibly buy with 70 mil in cap space and no Al Davis…

Thankfully this guy has no control over the team

Thankfully this guy has no control over the team

Skip ahead to Sunday, we have some friends over to watch football, drink more beer, have a great time (not for Ken, the Browns lost to the Jags). I then check fantasy and I am kinda hanging in there fighting it out for the #1 seed in our league. I’m losing but it’s fine, I’ve put in the best players possible right? Fuck you. Alshon Jeffery is on the bench collecting touchdowns and yards like they are baby mamas and child support payments. Naturally I just keep up the drinking to hope that will help me win. It works because Peyton Manning throws a bunch of TDs to give me a ton of points and now I am tied with Beast Mode Lynch waiting to play tonight. I will win and take the #1 seed. To add to my happiness I am going to NYC to see the Jets play the Raiders and guess what, Geno Smith is replaced by one of the Simms clan (not racist)
Matt Simms or possibly Aaron Carter

Matt Simms or possibly Aaron Carter

and that gives the Raiders a better chance of winning when I am there (Every game I have seen live they lose so I’m like 0-6). I plan on being hammered and it’s going to be fucking freezing so I will be all hopped up so if you check out WorldStar after the game you may see me fighting a ninja or two. So that is my weekend’s roller coaster of emotion. Happy to sad to happy to sad to happy in NYC.