Four Hours of Torture
Be glad you are not a Bengals or Falcons fan.
Because if you are not, I cannot imagine why you would have stayed on that game last night for more than two minutes. Not that the game itself wasn't somewhat entertaining for a third pre-season game. Why bad to watch then? Because of the four hours of Mike Vick coverage that was so constant it was like Malkovich in John Malkovich's head. Only more irritating.
Happily, if you are a Bengals fan, the Mike Vick obsessiveness with regard to the coverage (including drowning out plays as they occurred) helped to distract most from fully comprehending just how fuck-awful the Bengals' defense is going to be yet again in 2007. I know it's the pre-season, and schemes are "vanilla", but, jeebus, shouldn't even in "vanilla" schemes, teams want to, ya know, actually COVER a receiver? Nauseating. Course, for you fantasy football types out there, get in the Palmer/Chad/Housh business. The Bengals will need about 35 ppg to have a chance at .500 this year.
But, hey, Joey Harrington looked like Joe Montana last night, so that's good for his self-esteem.
As for the rest of the coverage on the evening, Mike Vick, apparently, pleaded guilty to some sort of felony yesterday. Funniest part of the four hours? The pre-game, when it seemed to dawn on Chris Berman all at once, about 20 minutes into the hour long show, that Mike Vick, had, um, actually committed a crime. And that there would be consequences. He seemed almost at a loss for words as it finally sunk in.
That brief moment was almost compelling. Didn't make up for the other four hours, but still, at least I have that.
