Jimmy Johnson as Snake Oil Salesman

Yesterday, I was shocked to see a television commercial starring former Dallas Cowboys football coach Jimmy Johnson.  He was pitching a “male enhancement” product that I will not name — I have blurred the product title in this commentary — because I believe Jimmy is pitching a snake oil in sheep’s clothing lie.  Here’s visual proof of the established relationship between Jimmy and his member pimping.

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A Ten Foot Frame for a Five Inch Watercolor

Super Bowl 43 was played last night and the Steelers beat the Cardinals 27-23 in a barnburner for the centuries.  The problem with the NBC broadcast was not the game, but rather the massive, and unnecessary 10-foot frame of spectacle, commercialism and crass self-promotion that overpowered the delicate watercolor of a beautifully executed game of football.

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The Risk of Collective Google Intelligence

Google is tracking your every sniffle and sneeze beyond just the general health of your body.  If you aren’t feeling well — and i fyou have the flu, and if you happen to chance upon Google to help you find a remedy — your want to feel better is indexed, quantified, and panopticonically reported to the CDC by Google.

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Underdog Giants Beat the Perfect Patriots

The New York Giants — who call the New Jersey Meadowlands their home field — are the champions of Super Bowl XLII after beating the New England Patriots last night. There are three lessons to be learned in the David Giants going up against the “unbeatable” Goliath Patriots.


 

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From Turf to the "Murph" Super Bowl XXXII

by Greg Schaffer

There was 17 weeks of battles fought in the trenches of synthetic turf and moistened, mud soaked, natural, grass. Graven warriors in mud clad uniforms proudly displayed their athletic prowess for hometown fans. There’s been swearing, growling, bone crunching, and spitting. Broken bones, ruptured tendons and MRIs captured the Monday morning eyes of curious fans as they briskly search the columns of their local sports page.

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