Making a Mockery of the NFL Draft « Doing Joe Namath
Asking if he could Kiss Suzy Kolber while on camera and while clearly under the influence of alcohol was Broadway “Willy” Joe’s most embarrassing moment since he wore panty hose.
But as they say old jocks never die they just develop ED.
I feel for Willy Joe. He used to be the toast of the town. He was hot. I know, I was hot then too. Now Joe is old and droppy, a description that oddly, fits me. Joe’s party days are behind him, I think. I still like a good party, good music, fine wine, wacky tabacky and hot sexy, sweaty men.
But this weekend it’s just me and my love machine, the remote.
It’s time to waste two whole days on mind numbing blah,blah,blah. Yes it’s time for the NFL Draft. Whoo Hoo. This is the most contrived event in all of TV history. Ok, I admit that Dancing with the Stars comes pretty goddamn close.
But two entire days devoted to watching big, young men squirming and sweating in suits is sheer torture.
Still, it’s a rite of passage, they say, for true NFL aficionados. A testament to a fan’s dedication. The be all and end all for fans and teams desperately seeking salvation.
What it really is is a sideshow that rewards young men with immediate fame and fortune.
How fair is it for these babies to get rich before they have played one down in the NFL?
They are sent into a world they are not prepared for and expected to deal with money, fame, hustlers and groupies. The NFL eats up and spits out hundred of “ready for the NFL” college players annually.
But they seem ill prepared for the NFL and everything it entails. Here kid, go follow the American Dream.
By the way kid, here’s a shitload of money to go with your new fame. We expect you’ll know how to handle it.
Good fucking luck, come see me in fours years.
Some very creative, funny-stupid, lunatic men have taken that embarrassing sports moment and created a hilarious blog, kissing suzy kolber. I’m a fan of theirs. They truly have big balls.
Doing Joe Namath is this girl’s view of sports, satire and all the other shit that I can’t publish under my well known and respected name.
Doing Joe Namath is the irreverent rantings of a woman whose body rages with horrific waves of with estrogen. The only saving grace? I will never, ever, have ED!
