I Can’t Believe It

I can’t believe that we are already in the year 2015. That’s 14 years AFTER the year 2001, when the world was supposed to go on A Space Odyssey. That’s 31 years after 1984, the year when the futuristic “Big Brother” was going to have the capability of spying on everything we do. (They do now, of course, but they were LATE in finally getting around to it)  And I can’t believe that the Fiftieth Super Bowl will be played at the end of the next football season. 50!!!!

For that matter, I can’t believe that there hasn’t been a pro football team in the nation’s second largest TV market in twenty years. Isn’t Los Angeles the city where the NFL thought they should hold the FIRST Super Bowl?  Isn’t it KIND OF an important city?

I can’t believe that the always injured Ram quarterback Sam Bradford got traded for a coming off of a broken collarbone injury Eagle quarterback Nick Foles, and I haven’t heard a single word about either of them “passing the physical.” (or even taking a physical. I thought they always had to pass SOME KIND OF PHYSICAL for a trade to be able to be consummated)

I can’t believe how nearly all of the so-called football “experts” are buying into the hype that the running back position is NOT important anymore. When all of these “experts” are saying, “See, New England won the Super Bowl WITHOUT a great running back,” as if THAT was the reason they won against Seattle. Folks, before revisionists re-write history on this, remember that New England BARELY won that game for the VERY reason that the Seattle team DID NOT HAND THE FOOTBALL TO THEIR RUNNING BACK to score the winning touchdown with less than a half minute to play.

I can’t believe that Major League Baseball has a Hall of Fame in which the all time leader in total hits and the all time leader in total home runs is NOT in it. Isn’t being the best at something, like getting the most hits, and hitting the most home runs, supposed to be what “fame” is all about?

I can’t believe that a journeyman offensive lineman, who has never made a single All Pro team, or played in a single Pro Bowl game, or done anything other than being a “league average” offensive lineman, could get a free agent contract offer paying them six to nine million dollars a year for playing football. Let’s just say it’s eight million a year. That’s a half million dollars a game!!

I can’t believe that elite marathon runners can run at a sub-five minutes per mile pace for 26 miles in a row!!! That is absolutely incredible.

I can’t believe that baseball keeps trying to force a certain technique or throwing motion onto pitchers when it has been proven to put so much strain on the arms and elbows of these pitchers that well over half of them ultimately tear something and need “Tommy John surgery” all the time. Isn’t there a line about insanity and the “continuing to attempt to do something over and over again even though it’s NOT working?”

I can’t believe a golfer can play a 489 yard par four and reach the green in two with a driver and a pitching wedge. Or reach 625 yard par fives in two shots. That used to NEVER be able to happen. Could you imagine if baseball created a ball that would travel as far percentage-wise as golf balls do? Every ballpark would immediately become obsolete.

I can’t believe that singers, who are lucky enough to get the job of singing the Star Spangled Banner before a packed house in a playoff game in a freezing outdoor stadium in January, are allowed to take almost five minutes to sing a song that should be over in two minutes, when everyone is FREEZING their asses off waiting to get that game started.

And I can’t believe that a dog show dog could get poisoned to death by a fellow dog show competitor’s owner just so they could “eliminate the competition.” Actually, I CAN believe this one. People (I’m talking to all of you out there who think that it’s okay to poison dogs so your own dog will win), stop taking this stuff so seriously. It’s just a dog show.