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Ha ha ha very funny! Marvin, please control your damn players, or I am afraid your Bengals will be the butt of many more jokes to come.

So Marty Schotteneimer is history. I must confess, I never really liked the guy. Something about him rubs me the wrong way. Maybe it's that old school persona that he seems to have. I just don't like those old school coaches.

I know the guy was winning with the bolts. But with that team, he should have been playing Da Bears in the "Soul Bowl" and not Ms.Manning and the Colts.

So happy trails Marty, here is one field negro who doesn't really hope you land in your feet. You have made enough money. Pack up the old lady and the grand kids in an RV, and tour the damn country. Go fishing in the great Northwest, scuba diving off the barrier reefs, just stay away from the NFL. I think we have seen enough Marty ball for a life time.

Let me talk college hoops with you real quick: Folks, it's Christmas time on North Broad street. The best basketball player that you have never heard of, Dionte Christmas, from Temple University, dropped a sick 30 on Umass over the weekend to extend the Owls win streak to four. I think my man is pushing Scotty Reynolds over at VanillaNova for the best player in the city honors right about now. His game is all Philly (See Rip Hamilton and Kobe) and when the mid range jumper is working, he is unstoppable.

Please if there is a God, let BC beat Duke when they hook up in Beantown. If Duke looses to Al Skinner's club, there is a possibility that they might not make the tournament. I couldn't be that lucky could I? Hey, a man can dream can't he.

Nice win for Rick Pitino and the Cards last night. If they win a game or two in their tournament, they are a lock to make the dance. Speaking of the dance, I am stoked for March Madness!

The Manning Conspiracy

I hope everyone caught what I call the Manning conspiracy during the Super Bowl. Is it me, or did the Colts keep the former bayou Bengal, Joseph Addai, off the field so he couldn't rack up the numbers to get the Cadillac? I mean Rhodes did a nice job,and Manning did what he had to do by managing the game properly. But Addai was the one that carried that team when they most needed it. The man was a workhorse receiving and running the ball. And let's not forget the blocking he did when he had to pick up the blitzes. Still, at the end, when Indy was running out the clock, there my man stood on the sidelines; just watching and waiting for Ms. Manning to get the keys to the Caddy.

I know I know, what else were they going to do? It was, after all, Peyton's Super Bowl; and if it was even a little close, you know the MVP was going to him. But still, it doesn't seem fair. There is no way Manning was the MVP of that game, and I think 91 million people know it.

Speaking of the Super Bowl, thank you Rex Grossman for stinking up the joint, and now causing the iggles to probably lose Jeff Garcia as a back up to five next season. I am sure he can get that four million he is asking for on the open market from da Bears . Trust me, Jeff's wife would look better than Grossman right about now. I know this was his first full year, but he is clueless out there, and throws a terrible deep ball. "It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's a Rex Grossman deep ball". Yuck!

Before I go I would like to offer my best wishes to the Andy Reid family for what they are going through with their main line gangster sons. Are you kidding me? Drugs, guns, a scale, and drug paraphernalia? And I am not talking just any drugs, I am talking the big "H" here. And to think the guy kicked Jabar Gafney off the team because he was stopped with an unregistered gun in his car. Andy, I am going to leave you with the words of that old Southern Gospel group, The Williams Brothers: "Sweep around your own front door, before you sweep around mine"

I'm out.

LT Is Right!

OK a couple of things I gotta get off my chest. First, LT was right! The Patriots are a classless bunch of phonies and I despise every one of those sorry ass uni wearing New Englanders. Having said that, they are probably the best organization in football since Bill Walsh's Forty Niners.

Now let's talk about their coach for a minute. You know, the guy with the personality only his mother, and Bill Parcells could love. The guy that pushed the camera man in New England, the guy that refused to shake his protege's hand, and the guy that chooses to wear that God awful looking hoody on the sidelines. I think he is a bad human being, but a great coach. Kind of like that guy coaching basketball at some obscure Texas University who just passed Dean Smith's winning record. Must be something to being a jerk and a good coach. Maybe the guys respect and fear you more. Hey, you know what's that they say about nice guys finishing last. Just ask Mo Cheeks.

So yeah, I bet he allowed, and probably encouraged his players to go dancing on the Chargers logo. No telling what they were saying in the locker room. I am sure it went something like this: "No one is giving us a chance, those Chargers or America does not respect you let's go kick their butts, and show them who we are ....blah blah blah" You know the speech. Yet, they put on a public face like they have so much respect for the Chargers, and their other opponents. But I blame the Chargers, they were sloppy, poorly coached, and not hungry enough. And memo to LT, save that fighting and passion for during the game next time, not after it.

And one final word: This is for Lovie Smith in Chicago. You are one of the lowest paid coaches in the league-typical-and you have done a terrific job with the Bears. Do not take any bull sh** offers from them. Demand a big contract, and demand that they open the bank and give you some of that mad NFL money that their owners are sitting on. The Home Depot guy in Atlanta -Arthur Blank-just gave Bobby Petrino four million for crying out loud! And Saban just got that to go and coach in college. So please Lovie, stand up and be a man, and if they give you a bull sh** offer, tell them to go and fu** themselves. Trust me, you will land o your feet.

I'm out!