Farve Penis? Tiger’s Wood?

So!!.. I am the star quarterback of the New York Jets football club, and my name is Bret Farve.  I have gone through many a run at retirement, my wife is a legend of cancer recovery, right?  So, yes this cheerleader/reporter is hotter than hot, and we as fans have known about Jenn as a class act for at least two years, and haven’t harassed her. So…why do I, as Bret Farve , become so stupid as Tiger’s wood did to the point that I ignore the technology with which we communicate to the point that I text/sms this female with intimate thoughts and encourage her to “stop by my room”? More questions this “situation”  begs me to emplore you to indulge – and I will make it quick.  I must reiterate, that we JETS fans have known about this cheerleader/reporter for some time now, and she is a total class act who doesn’t  need this kind of harassment BS from an old man like Farve, nor anybody “impersonating” him ( yeah, Riite!), or whatever.  man-up and rap to her if  you want a fox like that, or else step-off! Tiger Woods is a scumbag when it comes to women.  No class. He gets the finest white chicks and he still is not satisfied. Dumbass!

I go back to my main man, Joe Namath, who I adore because his playboyness was out there and he didn’t care who said what about it.  He performed on the field, and that was what matters – unless your “wife” is a famous cancer survivor who, if that is the case, Farve should have cut ties with long ago, so that he can try to be the bachelor he never was and share phone camera pic of his limp dick to an unwilling subject and the rest of us who go “Ewwww!” in the world.  The following questions apply:

1 -Do we HAVE to see some limp dick in a video??

2 -Are all modern day “jocks” absent of COMMON SENSE?

3 – IS this another TIGER’s wood situation?

4 – Will Farve please go AWAY?

5 – Will the J-E-T-S Jets, Jets, Jets beat the socks off the Vikings on Sunday? Nyet.

Why did the J-E-T-S, Jet, Jets, Jets need Bret Farve anyway.  What had he done lately, I still want to know! LOL [originally composed during the early 2010 NFL season]

Common Sense/Tiger Woods/Sadness

I have a chapter in my book manuscript called “the End of Common Sense” that I cannot seem to put to bed because people keep doing stupid things that compel me to add to it.  There was a time, fairly recently ago, when if you crashed a party it would be enough for you and your buddies to relish in the quiet thrill of having snuck into a place where you should have had to pay.  So since when do people sneak into – of all places – a party at the most famous white house in the world and then brag about it on places like the hideous Facebook and all over the world?  What are these two shameless people smoking? I don’t want any part of it.  Now they have legal problems that could have been avoided, the media is reporting it, but not speaking to the greater lesson here and greater danger,  specifically: this could have been a John Wilkes Booth situation!  The news media need to spell this out for all of the lame brains suddenly among us traditional thinkers who don’t even know the correlation or why this is a story.  I’m not going to get into the obvious fumbling of the “ball” by the Secret Service because when I do that, I begin to think about inside job conspiracies against the first black man to be President, and I don’t really want to go there even though we creative thinkers with a sense of American history cannot help it.

I think that the “reality TV” mindset, just like “political correctness” should be outlawed in theory.  Call a spade a spade if you will, and stop enabling deviant behavior by children and adults in the name of some mythical stardom and paydays to be on TV for a snippet.  They say that a camera crew was following this couple into the state dinner.  The Producer should be charged then as well.  As my former girlfriend used to say, “stop the madness!” LOL

Tiger woods races out of his driveway at two-thirty in the morning but doesn’t make it all the way; instead a tree and a fire hydrant in his neighbor’s yard got in the way. He has to go to the hospital and now he is stonewalling with the silent treatment.   What is wrong with this picture? Reports say “no alcohol was involved”. Well how about pills?  This might be another developing Michael Jackson situation – or does O.J. Simpson come to mind? It does to me!  Beautiful, spoiled wife and family – what really goes on in the mansion, hmmm?  Tiger should have to marry the ugliest, fat, greasy Negro-chittlin’ wench anybody can find and stay with her forever.

Many competitive professional athletes seem to have this Jeckyl/Hyde personality that sometimes takes control within domestic situations, in my humble opinion.  I have long been a sports fan and have noticed this.  It must be difficult for a footballer to come off the field and turn off the switch  of aggressive “play”.  Just last week, the great hosts of the ESPN show PTI were musing about Tiger’s ‘bad temper” and potty mouth because apparently he drops “F-bombs” on a regular basis within easy earshot of spectators that come to see the golf matches he plays in.  I guess we just got validation on that bit of gossip! LOL  This is why I think that many of these guys should just remain bachelors for as long as they can.  Sooner or later a family  “situation” is bound to present itself in which the wife may not exactly calm the savage beast within her million dollar hubby, and he might feel the need to race out of the house in the middle of the night for some “milk”.

Finally, I am a basically sad puppy this holiday weekend.  It hurts when you see others with someone and you have NO special one.  It hurts even more knowing that my last Thanksgiving weekend was- well – the best one in I can remember in my adult life because of the international lady who was my girlfriend at that time.  I thought it would last at least another year – or ten…Walking amongst the growing holiday cheer, I am in  the “alone zone” seemingly outside of the mainstream; the hole in my soul and heart leading to the black hole known as “limbo”.  It feels a little better just having touched upon it here, and maybe one day I’ll delve into the mysterious details that surround our parting of the ways.

Cheers.