I Heart Beer and Football (but Roger Goodell is a douche)

Oh man, I love me some beer and some football.  I'm not sure what it is about dudes throwing around a weird shaped ball that gets me all amped up, but it does.  And when I'm throwing karate kicks at my TV in the living room, I like to have a good beer nearby (not in my hand though, lest I spill it (yes, I said 'lest')).  DuClaw, pictured above, is a KILLER microbrewery by my house that I frequent more than I should.  They've changed their menu lately, and it now blows, but their beer rocks.  I'm drinking an amazing IPA from them right now, so I apologize if my speeeling goes down heel for the rest of this blog poost.

Anyway, Roger Goodell can kiss my ass.  This guy is ruining football.  I always feel like one of those cantankerous old bastards sitting around a bar, bitching about the good old days, but I think this is legit.  For quite awhile I've been pissing and moaning about how he's destroying the sport, and then the class action lawsuit against them told me why.  They were about to get sued for concussions, so they decided to neuter the sport to try and save some money.  Like everyone else, I'm all for protecting these guys as much as we can within the game, but we can't stop injuries in a violent sport.  The players should be made aware of the dangers of football, and have to deal with any injuries or consequences that came from it.  Coal miners know that profession isn't good for their health, but they weigh the risks and do it anyway.

And here come the boo birds, blah blah, kiss my ass.  I'm not just shitting on the Rog for his pussification of the game, but also for the way he handles the league.  The Patriots get caught cheating and get a really weak slap on the wrist.  The Saints get in trouble for bounties and you'd think they were punching orphans in the face.  If you get fined for an illegal hit, this joker reviews his own ruling if you object.  What the hell sense does that make?  Why doesn't L.A. have a team yet?  The NFL network has football games on Thursday nights instead of Sunday or Monday night... damn it.  What a poopy face.

But my beer numbs some of my anger.  That and I have MMA to help bridge my sports aggression gap that football has stopped filling.  The Tall One and I had started getting into hockey because it's still manly, but they're striking, again, and I want to pull my hair out because of it.  The last strike put hockey back for years, so their solution is to do it again.  Morons.

Now I'm ranting incoherently about all kinds of shit, so I'm going to stop here.  Go Steelers, drink beer, and the Ravens can kiss my ass.

Suck it, Roger Goodell.