Football and Politics
I'm really not ashamed to admit that my two primary loves in life are football and politics. There's nothing better to me than presidential politics, where the candidates get down and dirty and fight about the issues and their ever-swelling egos.
So to me, the recent comeback of Hill-Ree Clinton against Barack "The Bomb" Obama (who unfortunately in the eyes of rednecks everywhere will forever be known as the other Osama) tickled my fancy. I don't want the race to be a blowout after Nevada, or even after Feb. 5.
I'd like the battle to come down to the Democratic National Convention, with screaming red-faced delegates on either side fighting for their man or woman to receive the nod. That's good political theater, and something we've been lacking in the last few presidential elections.
The same goes for McCain's comeback, although his win in New Hampshire to me basically signals that he's on his way to victory. Not as much fun.
On the other hand, 49er football is my guilty pleasure. They suck, I know, but it is what it is. Fortunately, they had a major shakeup Tuesday when the powers-that-be (Mike Nolan and Scot Mcloughan) hired Mike Martz as their offensive coordinator.
Mike Martz was the offensive genius behind the St. Louis Rams Greatest Show on Turf a few years ago, and he's hoping to turn a moribund 49ers offense back into the powerhouse it was in the 1980s and 1990s.
Good luck to him on that. For once I'd like my Sunday afternoons during football season to be happy, for the good of my family. Martz, give my kids a good home by making me happier on Sundays. It's just the right thing to do. I can only throw the nacho cheese boat against the wall a few more times before it leaves permanent mental scars.