So another week of "sports" has gone by in this, the most terrible sports month of them all. The only thing that saved the last week or so was the The Open but even that felt anticlimactic with Tiger missing the cut (what the fuck is that about?) and Tom Watson just running out of gas. Congraats to the local boy (Alpharetta, GA) Stewart Cink.
On a side note, read a story on Deadspin about Cink's family going to a restaurant in Atlanta to celebrate the victory about they were drinking campaign out of the Claret Jug. Thats kinda cool until you hear the place they were celebrating was Houston's. Come on, Stewie, you can do better than then the classy Applebee's.
Anyway, in further recap news about local sports figures, that Erin Andrews thing is pretty damn fucked up. I like Erin Andrews as a reporter, and she seems like a cool enough person, so you have to feel for her. It would be hard to trust anything after something like that. Fucking sleazy guys give all of us a bad name. Oh well, karma's a bitch.
And finally, this weekend, it all begins. Its really time. Training camp is kicking off and that means pads hitting pads, real football. In a couple weeks we will have uniforms and lights and cameras and real competition, for the first series of the game. Two weeks from today the Bills and Titans will kick off preseason.
Every year I think I cant wait for the preseason. "Oh it will mean football and football is great! Isnt the preseason great!" But then it comes, and its just a giant fucking case of football blue balls. All it does it tease your football senses and make you long for the games that actually count. Which is why its good that college football starts just a... a month later. A month?! Fuck!
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