I had forgotten about this until I caught a spoof on Family Guy.
Monday, December 15, 2008
The Chiefs have finally parted ways with Carl Peterson. It's time. I think the nature of the game has changed enough, that it's time for some new and younger blood. The era of overpaid athletes and publicly funded stadiums has changed the NFL forever. For the record, Peterson probably should have gone when Vermeil left. Start fresh w/ a new GM and new coach. It's very possible that Peterson's departure also spells the end of Herm Edwards run as head coach. Herm's a good guy, and from what I have seen, a decent man. His future may be as a personnel guy, and maybe not a coach.
Here's what really bugs me about the whole thing... Listening to a bunch of local media blowhards play Kool and The Gang and make buffoons out of themselves because of Peterson's impending departure. What an embarrassment. These guys are professionals? Listening to a couple of jock sniffers like Kevin Kietzman and Jack Harry high five each other and giggling like 12 year olds with a Playboy is about as low as it gets.
Harry has been in KC for as long as I can remember, and his beef with Peterson goes back just as far. Any jackass can go on TV and hoot and holler and spew the same "Get Carl out of here!" rant for the last 5 years. Do you know what his solution was??? Terry Bradway, the guy that got booted from the Jets while helping Herm build his last stinker! What a douche. The only reason he's still on TV, is that someone thinks his hate of all things Carl and KU, is a draw. He provides zero insight and is there to keep the non sports fan from flipping the channel after the weather segment is over. The guy is an antique and should watch a few minutes of Lew Dawson or Frank Boal every once in a while.
As for Kietzman... if it weren't for commercials, he'd have nothing to say. His four hour stint proves that if you do nothing more than pander to an angry mob, you will be successful. He brings nothing new to the table, and his insight is weak and unoriginal.
I'm confident that the lame asses on The Border Patrol will be no different in the morning. Kansas City deserves better than fart jokes and thinly veiled homophobia.
So, there you have it. The pathetic underbelly of popular Kansas City sports media... What are these ass clowns going to do in a few weeks when they don't have Carl Peterson around to fill the hours?
Help me Soren Petro, you're my only hope...
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
A friend of mine sent me an article from Rolling Stone, about Kenny Rogers selling his new CD exclusively at Cracker Barrel. Nothing new here... plenty of musicians do the same thing with Starbucks, Wal-Mart, Best Buy etc. I guess Cracker Barrel makes perfect sense for a country musician because of it's Southern'y home style appeal. But here's what burns my ass. The new "album" is a greatest hits collection w/ 3 new songs tacked on to it!
This is one of the reasons I absolutely hate country music (have I mentioned that Lee Greenwood is a war profiteer?). If you are a fan, and want the 3 new songs, you have to buy the other 9 that you already own. Is there a more disrespectful way to treat your loyal fans? Most of these clowns don't even write their own songs anymore (much less play an instrument)... so you are telling me that Kenny can't scratch up 10 more songs and crank out an entire album? It's nothing but a shameless cash grab. To be clear, I'm not picking on just Kenny Rogers. The Better Half is a big fan of George Strait and I think he's done this before, but with boxed sets and not just a single album.
Mainstream country music has been neutered. Seems that toeing the party line and singing songs about lazy Sundays or high school sweethearts will pretty much guarantee you a top selling tune. But if you drop the saccharine sunglasses and create something genuine, introspective or at the very least think for yourself.... you are dead. If you want proof, just look at what happened to the Dixie Chicks when they spoke out about W. Maybe they were on to something long before his own party started to distance itself from him.