Tom Takes Detroit

4:16:46 PM EST

It was a crazy good time during Super Bowl week. Here are some photos from the weekend, including Saturday night's Playboy party and Maxim party.

The Bed and Breakfast we stayed at on Ferry St. near downtown Detroit.

 

Do you know how lucky I am? I get to call this wonderful person my wife!

 

Notice how quickly this 'wonderful person' knocked me of the way when she met Matt Leinart.

 

 

Here I am making AOL Craig dreams come true at the Playboy Party.

 

Me and Jamie at the Maxim party.

 

I met Jamie's stylist. A picture is worth a thousand words. We are going to see Brokeback Mountain let this week.

 

Here I am with Brandon and Ken. They really helped me out this week. Thanks guys!

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3:19:00 PM EST

Super Bowl Sunday started at the Unofficial Super Bowl Party at The Compuware Building  in downtown Detroit.  The entertainment featured the Martin Luther King High School marching band, some great kid dancers, the Second City troupe and Lions all-time leading scorer! (Who by the way is Jason Hanson, the kicker and not Barry Sanders.) There were also some sweet black and white short films produced by Danielle Karmanos featuring some Motown celebs and other folks talking about the soul of this fine city.

The only weak link was the M.C. - your truly.

This celebration of this great city was provided by Spin magazine and Peter Karmanos. Peter is a loyal Detroiter who puts his money where his mouth is - his company's $400 million tower could have been built anywhere, but he wanted to draw people back downtown.  He added also has a daycare center, an amazing gym, basketball and racquetball courts AND a massage room for his employees.  I don't know exactly what they do but I want to work there.

Then we hopped into an electric car and headed to Ford Field.  This is the only way to travel in gridlock because it fits nicely on a sidewalk. The stadium is beautiful.  One of the owners of the New York Giants said they were modeling their new one after this only without the roof or the cheerleaders.  I really don't care about the roof but no cheerleaders?  That ain't right! 

The game itself was not stellar.  Except for a few big plays by Hines Ward, Willie Parker and Antwaan Randal El it might've been kind of sluggish.  Matt Hassleback looked pretty sharp...except for a couple big plays. 

The refereeing was...umm.. let's just say unusual.  I've noticed a trend in the last month or so.  Are the real refs on strike or something?  Did the dude in the review booth upstairs spend too much time at the Maxim party Saturday night?  Seattle definitely could've won but all things considered, Pittsburgh should've won.  I just don't think I've ever seen a couple of those ticky tack fouls in a Super Bowl and one was on a frickin' quarterback!

I am happy for Hines, Jerome, Bill and the rest of the team and their mass of loyal fans but I hope there were at least a few hundred waiting back in Seattle for their boys to land.  That's when you know you've got real fans and it is a real fans obligation to lift the spirits of their team in times like this. It's like that story of Jesus and the footprints in the sand that my grandma knitted and framed for me and my wife for a wedding gift.  We hung it right next to our Ketubah. 

Condoleeza Rice was in the next box so we went over, got frisked and said hello (don't worry, I was with a Republican and he got frisked too)   She was sweet.  Taller and prettier and much more relaxed  than she looks on CNN but we just talked football and she was probably just  relieved to not have to be defending somebody for a change.  The idea of her as NFL Commissioner came up and she seemed game. 

The halftime show was pretty great.  I don't care how cool you think you are, but the Rolling Stones are still the Rolling Stones.  The sound was great in the stadium and there were no wardrobe malfunctions unless you noticed that Mick still wears the tightest pants in the world.  They're like long bike shorts and just like my uncle Bob, gravity has not been kind to Mick's nadsack.  Shelby said I was just jealous because I don't have one. 

The game ended as most had predicted (everybody but me) and it was nice to see the World Champion Pittsburgh Steelers and their families celebrating on the field. I also noticed that most of the Seahawks stayed on the field and watched,  which I hadn't seen since the Russian hockey team did it after they lost the 1980 "Miracle On Ice" Game.  I wonder if Al Michaels noticed that too because unlike the curious Russians, who'd never lost and who never been able to express American joy when they did win, I could feel the Seahawks soaking it all in and believe that they will use that moment to motivate and  inspire them next season. 

Shelby and I jumped back into the electric car and stopped by The Playstation Party. We said hello to my beloved Snoop, cutie Jamie Lynn Sigler from The Sopranos,  the hilarious Jamie Pressly (I love EARL!) and the down to earth (hottie) Kelly Monaco. Kelly's childhood sweetheart and  longtime hubby looks like he could tear your arm off and stick it up your butt if you bothered the little woman.  On the way out we saw Kid Rock and he introduced me to Hank Williams Jr.  (which even rendered even me speechless.)  I told Shelby that Kid didn't seem like he wanted to talk, like he was busy or something. and  Since I'd met him a few times I felt kinda hurt until I turned on The Jimmy Kimmel Show that night and saw Kid and Hank singing. I realized that I stopped them as they were literally about to walk out on stage (Jimmy filmed his show at the party.  He was here all week and absolutely kicked butt.)  I felt like an idiot.

I do try not to get my feelings hurt because you never really know what is going on with them.  I have to remind myself that it's not always about me.  Shelby reminds me of this.  Often.  Several times a day, actually. 

She has been a good wife this week.  She's been taking pictures for the web page and downloading -- she LOVED the one of her gay buddy giving me a big smooch -- , hanging out while I do interviews and take pictures with people.  But she finally snapped at The Playboy Party.  I was posing for my 1000th picture -- I can't say no.  I'm too insecure.  I guess I've heard no so often in my life.  That's why I hate shows like The Bachelor.  It's just too uncomfortable to watch because I know I'd never get the rose -- so she says something like "this is really fun for me" and I apologize and promise my full attention when suddenly she sees Matt Leinart, throws me her camera and orders me to take a picture of them together.  I did notice that when Matt and Tom Brady got there the interest in photos with me dried up. Except for the gay guy, he still wanted to take a picture with me.  Which is weird because even I think Brady and Leinart are hot, who wouldn't want a picture with two of the best quarterbacks in America?. But Tom and Matt were not for him -- maybe this guy was a chubby chaser.  Hell, maybe he and I do have a lot in common.  

We (Shelby and I, not me and Brokeback) ended our night back at Compuware listening to Queens of the Stone Age and DJ Kid Millionaire.  We were driven back to our room at The Inn on Ferry Street which is 4,135 year old mansion that people have restored beautifully.  I was a little freaked at first to be staying in a house but it was quiet, perfectly located 2 miles from Ford Field and everything else and most importantly, they served breakfast downstairs until noon.

It's not easy to put an event like this together, so if you would give me a moment I have plenty of people to thank. I'd like to thank the party masters ClearBlue and LRG's Kevin Delany, who kept me in funky zip ups so I could impress the young people. AOL's Alysia Lew set up way to many interviews but redeemed herself wonderfully when she let me hang out with the kids at Hopkins Middle School and throw around AOL's money for a good cause (besides my ego).  Shawn, Carlos and the SBL Team made our spot at The Experience the most fun. Sorry I didn't call in live after the game but my phone was messed up and my throat was....okay, I forgot.  :(  
Smitty, I only understand half of what you say but I agree with it all. Jon, Justin and the Virginia crew thank you all!!  Let's get some rest then try to do this again for March Madness! (Craig T. has to go with me to carry my swag :) .)  Ken Kennedy, Detroit's finest professional driver saved my dyslexic butt all week and Brendon (his wife's name is Brenda!) Brosdan, literally one of Detroit's Finest and member of the SWAT Team, made sure we always stayed safe. There wasn't any trouble anyway. Quite simply anyone who has anything bad to say about Detroit's Super Bowl Week either wasn't there or they're insufferable a**holes (I tried to think of a more clever word like jackass but I didn't want to offend the animal.)

Detroit was good for the Super Bowl and the Super Bowl was good for Detroit.  I thought I knew the city well because I'd spent so much time there but until this last week I didn't really know Detroit.  I knew Dearborn and Birmingham and Southgate but I only went downtown for Red Wings games and Tigers games..  Thanks to the NFL well over 100,000 people joined me downtown this week and we looked around at classic buildings and sights we'd never really seen before and we just hung out, made some new friends and we learned a lot about the soul of the city.

My lovely wife, a California girl who I affectionately nicknamed "The Complaininator" because she starts nagging if it gets below 70 degrees wants to come back and buy an old house and fix it up.  We should've already known about the true essence of this place. 

Look at all the Detroit musicians who stepped up and proudly supported their hometown.  I can't think of one who didn't and this town is loaded with loyal legends from every corner of the music work.  No other Super Bowl anywhere has had more volunteers, said more thank you's  or deserves more respect AND another Super Bowl!  Miami gets their 9th next year and they've got there work cut out for them because the bar just got raised. 

Thanks to all ofyou loyal bloggers who read this over the past week. I had a great time doing this hopefully I'll see you in the blogosphere real soon.

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12:59:38 PM EST

Well, it looks like my Seahawk prediction fell flat. You have to respect the Steelers -- they played a great game.

Here are a few pictures we took from last night's game.

                                               Here is the view from our seats.

                                                                   Shelby, Me and Mr. Snoop Doggy Dogg

                                                                                               The Stones freaking rocked Detroit!

           Jim Gray stopped by to say hello to me and Steve.

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10:50:29 AM EST
We finished the week with a flourish. ESPN and Lori Levine of Flying Television had set up a party, gift lounge on 8 floors of a building downtown. This is where a lot of folks and celebs hung out late night and drank, smoked cigars, got massages, manicures, tattoos and this cool new phone that gives real time sports scores and highlights. It even shows the timeclocks ticking down. It's actually faster than TV because of the new 7 second Janet Jackson Nipple Delay….

The Reebok Joint has food and pool and the choice of Steelers or Seahawks gear. We got Seahawks since I'd predicted they would win although I didn't wear it to the game since I wanted to seem unbiased plus I didn't want 90 percent of Detroit to hate me. I try to keep my unpopularity rate under 50 percent which is probably wishful thinking.

If it had been one of my real teams (NY Giants, Chicago Cubs, Iowa Hawkeyes) I would've proudly worn my colors win or lose. Since it had started snowing I skipped the Kid Rock concert so I could focus my energy on getting to the Playboy Party.

I figured this was a wise decision since I'd seen Kid last summer at The Iowa State Fair. Of course since I skipped the concert it turned out to be the greatest concert in modern history! Uncle Cracker, Hank Williams Jr. best selling author Jenna Jameson and frickin Bob Seger all joined The Rockster. But I needed to be fresh because I was taking Craig Thomas my AOL companion, a nice, hardworking prematurely balding 33 year old who gets me Diet Pepsi's' types up the stuff I write and who tells me he's very well known in the Blog community because he's the star of Sports Bloggers Live.

Anyway, I know it's this guy's life long dream to attend this exclusive shindig and I love making dreams come true. I've got an extra ticket so I invite him along. He clears it with his wife and we're on our way. Later I find out that people are scalping Playboy tickets for 2000 dollars a piece. It is unfortunate for Craig that I got this information after it was too late to sell his dream ticket.

This year's party is a sentimental one for me because I going there to honor an old friend. Bob Tisch, co-owner of The NY Giants. Bob was my buddy Steve's dad and I would always hook up with him at Super Bowls, and he would take me to the important events. Bob was a people person and one of the most respected men in America for his philanthropy (NYU Tisch School, U of Michigan Tisch School, 140 million to fixup playgrounds in NY, hospitals, museums etc) and business success I always felt special when I was with him. Bob could go anywhere and do anything. A year and a half ago Bob got really sick but he still wanted to go to last year's Jacksonville Super Bowl so Steve took him. Steve said everywhere they went Bob was treated like royalty. I could've told him that. People treated me special because I was seen with him! I saw Bob before they left Jacksonville and asked him if he's had fun. He said it was okay "but next year I want to go to The Playboy Party with you and Michael Strahan." Sadly, last November, a full year after the world's best doctors predicted, Bob succumbed to his brain tumor.

So this year , me, my wife, Strahan, Steve and Hilary Tisch and AOL Craig honored a man who treated doormen with the same respect he treated Presidents by attending a kick ass party with beautiful big busted bunnies and bare babes bearing only body painted bikinis. I can see him grinning as I tell you the story. The man loved life and wanted nothing more than for his friends and family to be happy and we were.

Then it was on to Maxim. which was a bit of a drive so we listened to the new Train CD, FOR ME IT'S YOU, which was perfect because singer Pat Monahan's writing is a unique combination of uplifting and melancholy "when I figure out who I am, I'll know just what to do". We closed down the extra crazy axim Party, hit White Castle, ate a roll of Rolaids and tried to catch a few ZZZ's.


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12:00:16 PM EST

We had a great time last night at the Playboy and Maxim parties. I'll explain more about that later -- but it's almost gametime!

Let's just say I'm sticking to my guns and am predicting a Seahawks victory. I really think Matt H is going to get a couple over on Troy.

Enjoy the game and I'll blog some more after the game!

 

 

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6:31:16 PM EST

The Motor City was running on all four wheels on Friday night. We started the night off with a wonderful dinner at Capital Grill with Detroit hero and my good friend Kirk Gibson and his wonderful wife Joanna. (I had a awesome steak smothered in crab meat.) My wife Shelby as finally joined me on this little adventure and I couldn't be happier. She helps bring order to this crazy life of mine.

My man Snoop Dogg was spitting rhymes at a Tiger Stadium and I knew Gibby knew his way around that joint - so we stopped by to take in the concert. So did 20,000 other people who could not get inside because the concert was sold out. I was informed that the VIP section had collapsed so I missed out on seeing Snoop, we moved on to the ESPN the Magazine party.

During the ride over I was telling Shelby about all the great moments that happened at Tiger Stadium, including Reggie Jackson's 1971 All Star Game monster home run. Gibby pointed out that the ball hit the hit the light tower. He also said he once hit one that cleared the light tower and pointed to the roof across the street where the ball landed. I once hit a Whiffle Ball that cleared the roof on my car in my driveway.

Once we arrived at ESPN party Entertainment Tonight, Access Hollywood and Extra all wanted to interview me - not about sports, but about celebrity breakups. (Lance and Sheryl plus Heather and Richie have all called it quits this week - it's going to be a busy time for L.A. lawyers.)  I explained that they are all good people and that the only thing I know about making a marriage works is I know nothing about making a marriage work.
I used to think loyalty, honesty, patience, respect and thoughtfulness would be enough. It turns out it's still hard work - so I take my marriage as I do everything else - one day at a time.

At the ESPN party we saw Josh Lucas who plays Coach Don Haskins in that incredible movie "Glory Road." It's a great story about the Texas Western basketball team. Josh is a  nice guy. Actors hate talking about acting, but love talking sports.

I saw this weasel writer from Chicago that I once made nice with and shook his hand at the Super Bowl in Houston only to have him write "Tom Arnold came up and shook my hand, like we know each other." It's cool to bash Tom Arnold, so we will add him to list of people who love to bash me. But I'll get my revenge. I put out a $100 bounty one him. I will pay a crisp clean Benjamin to the first person who can depants this hack.

Anyway, I told Gibby the story and I was ready to confront "Mr. Lips" and Gibby stopped me. He said I shouldn't give that idiot any more fodder for his fish wrap column. Kirk Gibson -- the voice of reason. Then  he explained the difference between what this guy does what real writers do - you know - the ones who actually work and have earned the respect of the players they cover. They are the writers who show up in the locker room everyday, where they have sung your praises or trashed your performance.

Later that night I meet Peter Karmanos, the Compuware dude I'm doing a pregame show for and his LOVELY wife. We also talked to Jay Feely and Tom Brady. Shelby was pissed I didn't introduce her to Tom again. She reminded me she has a picture of them together from last year's Super Bowl sitting on her desk. There are no pictures of me sitting on her desk! What's the difference between me and Tom Brady? We both have three rings. His just happen to be Super Bowl rings and mine are left over from previous marriages.

I also ran into Steve Tisch who's family owns half the New York Giants. (My favorite football team.) Steve threw me the greatest bachelor party in the history of bachelor parties a few years ago.. I love that guy. He was with his beautiful daughter Hilary. Lil' Hil is 22 years old, which is shocking because it seems like last year she was 12. (Man, I'm getting old.) So after taking some pictures with me and The Playmate of the Year, Steve retired for the night and left Hilary in my care. Hilary wanted to go to P. Diddy's party. (Or is it just Diddy now - I always get confused about that one.)

I was secretly relieved when we learned that the fire marshal had shut the party down. I was even more disappointed when the cops said we could go in anyway. The place was jumping - do the kids even say that anymore? - I did feel like Elvis Hunkee at the party. Elvis was the character I played in Soul Plane - the movie that help me earn my "Ghetto Pass" according to Snoop Dogg.  But the party was great and everyone was extra friendly. I ran into Terry Crews, another "Soul Plane" alum and he's currently starring in one of the funniest shows on TV right now, "Everyone Hates Chris."

It seemed like minute later the party was breaking up and it was time to head home. The streets downtown here blocked off and we had to walk a few blocks to find our driver. The Detroit Police have done an amazing job this week, they are so friendly and professional. But once we left the party, a crowd of about 1,000 people had gathered around the building to see who was leaving the party. The crowd was a melting pot of visitors and locals - they seemed to be coming from everywhere. The crowd was very nice and respectful, but there was no way we could make it to our car. The cops generously let us pile into their squad car and whisked us away. That was so cool -- especially the part about riding a cop car home and not having to go to jail first.

The officer that drove us was - I swear to this - named D. Player. He looked exactly like 50 Cent.  I thought I was being Punk'd, and started looking for cameras.  D. Player and Kris Phinehart of Central Division got us home safely.

That's my favorite Super Bowl moment so far.

Shelby was having a good time in the Official Super Bowl Gift Lounge, I even picked up a few things for myself. I got a pair of custom made earbuds for my Ipod. (The ones that came with it won't stay in because of my oddly shaped head.) How could I forget the Ziamonds. Ziamonds are every man's dream. Ziamonds are fine cubic zirconium that looks exactly like the real thing. Shelby couldn't tell the difference. Why didn't I know about this before?!?! I could have saved a fortune on engagement rings.  (I've bought seven engagement rings over the years.)

Now it's time for quick nap and we are going to head over to AOL at the NFL X to give away some Super Bowl tickets! Then we are going to check out the Maxim Party and the Playboy party. I hope I make it to the game!

 

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2:21:47 PM EST

I accomplished a major goal last night when I dined at Lafayette Coney Island downtown.  My buddy Dax Sheppard -- he's been featured in "Punk'd," "Without a Paddle," and "Zathura."-- has just bought his first house and to make his game room unique, as was tradition in old Hollywood, Dax promised to make and display a bronze bust of anyone who could eat 10 of these particular Coney's in 45 minutes (no bust if you puke).

                    

Since my three athletic specialties are speed, quantity eating and cardio, I figured I could do it.  My record for Big Mac's is eight and that's with Quarter Pounder patties but that was when I worked there in college so I might be a little out of shape.   

I did eat 17 pieces of pie a few years ago to beat Hulk Hogan and Typhoon, a 500-pound wrestler to win 50,000 dollars for my charity but I've lost 50 pounds in the last year and that worried me.   

I'm not worried anymore.  I easily ate sxi Coney's, two loose meat ones and the buns, (the buns can slow you down,) but they melted in my mouth.

  I'm not saying you should eat this many if you have plans the next day. :)   I went home and rode 30 miles on the stationary bike at 1 a.m. and that seemed to help.   

 My goal today is to find this Bill Syken dude that works for SI.com and tackle him.  He's been writing snarky little comments about me. He's obviously getting desperate so I thought I'd pull a bit of a Joey Porter and give him something significant to blog about.    I just need to figure out who he is.  No one seems to know and his picture is no help.  I don't want to body slam  the wrong middle aged wussy.  That wouldn't be professional. 

By the way, thanks to everyone who's taken the time to write. 

Good stuff.   

A little tip for the haters:  please attach a copy of your resume and life accomplishments so I'll get a sense of what I need to aspire to.  Otherwise we might think you guys are losers who can't get a job because you  spend so much time in your  mom's basement getting high, critiquing the Internet and smelling your own farts.

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10:34:43 AM EST

I had. a great time at The NFL Experience at Camp AOL doing Sports Bloggers Live Thursday.  They do some funny s**t!  Sorry if I was a show hog guys. 

 A few weeks ago I stopped by a Golden Globes party sponsered by Hummer and they had a new H3 sitting out side and I told the dude incharge, Keith Donovan that I'd like to test drive one and he says "sure....if you're ever in DETROIT...so I say "as a matter of fact I'll be there for 8 days around Super Bowl time". 

 Now this is where these offers usually end.  People say stuff they don't mean or I'm afraid to follow up on because I don't want to put them in the awkward position of having to admit they were BSing me but I did call and Keith brought me a new candy red one.  I handles very well and easily navigates police barracades.  I heard it's smaller than the H2 but I couldn't tell.  It's roomy, easily accomidating me, my driver, an off duty cop and 3 Miami Dolphin Cheerleaders (6 if you layer them). 

I remember the first time I drove  an original Hummer (one of Arnold's, he had 5 then AND a WWII  Austrian Army tank.)

I felt cool and my penis seemed bigger but there was no room inside..  The crankshaft was housed inside the vehicle incase I drove over a landmine on Sunset Blvd.  Plus it was impossible to parrallel park so I had to keep driving in circles, from gas station to gas station  and because of the massive crankshaft cover between the front seats I could not see nor hear my wingman  without binoculars and a megaphone but since I thought it made my penis look bigger I had to have one. 

Oh how times change and conserving our fossil fuel is now more important than my penis, at least globally and the Bright Red H3 with the much improved MPG  says to the ladies  "there's a man that is not only comfortable with his sexuality but he's sensitive enough to care about the future of our planet.".  So true...and  if that doesn't make my penis look bigger nothing will.

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7:08:53 PM EST
Thursday morning was fun.  We went to Hutchins Middle School here in Detroit and dedicate a technology lab for the kids.  We (AOL, I wish I could take credit for this) worked with PMT and the Detroit Public School System to pull this off.    It was like that Extreme Home Makeover show that upsets me so much because they build an entire house in a week. Meanwhile, my "remodel" has taken 3 years.     In less than two weeks they pulled together this cool classroom with 30 computers, a huge plasma, printers and every high-tech gizmo you could imagine, plus they have security to protect the kids.     We also gave some laptops to the teachers and  principal Dr. Virginia Clay, a woman so powerful in presence that when she gives the peace sign 300 excited,  hyperactive adolescents immediately shut up and pay attention.    Respect!    She's like the Vince Lombardi of middle school principals.  She closed her remarks by having all the students place their right arm over their left shoulder and pat themselves on the back for a job well done.  I did it too.  I did everything she told me to do and I always will.     It was nice because people are asking what's going to happen to Detroit the day after the Super Bowl.  Will there be any lasting effect from this cities Herculean effort to put on a good show or will everybody just pack up and go home and forget.    But these students and the students after them will have 30  new windows to the outside world to learn and discover.  They will have a little more opportunity and they deserve opportunity.     They still have to work and stay out of trouble but this lab is absolutely as good if not better than any private school in Beverly Hills -- except these kids and their teachers appreciated it so much more.   When you are famous strangers, some members of the media, love to take shots at you.  Some are funny but more just want their readers to know that they are way smarter and of course, much more talented than the lucky  celebrity and they could write and act in movies if they wanted to.    Their idea of a compliment it basically "I like Tom because he's so self aware, he knows he has no talent."  Jealous much?  Those frustrated  haters are really gonna hate me    because  it was fun to be famous today.  Actually it was awesome.    The critics hated Soul Plane but these kids loved it (they must've seen the PG 13 version.) When kids get excited to see you and talk to you and LISTEN to your "drugs are bad" speech and stand in line for MY autograph and ask me important questions "Is Snoop cool?". "   Yes -- Snoop is cool because he coaches his sons youth league football team.  He's cool to me because he's a good dad".  You realize that every slam was well worth it because I get this.   Maybe the fact that I'm not a father yet makes this so special to me.    Maybe all fathers get this reward everyday from their kids but then again I'm the only one that played the fat white guy in Soulplane...and Exit Wounds....and Cradle 2 The Grave.....and Mr 3000.....and Rebound and.........


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1:08:40 AM EST

I love Joey Porter (did you know his teammates call him 'Peezy?' I love that name -- if I had friends I'd want them to call me Peezy.) and anybody in the sports media world who says they don't is lying.   

He says he's finally got something to be fired up about as if playing in the frickin' Super Bowl isn't inspiring enough.   

 He's pissed because some Seahawks said they were going to win Sunday. 

  I'd like to think that everybody on both teams thought they'd win the Big One. There seems to be an unwritten rule in sports that you can't talk trash. (There's a lot of them in sports like "if you hit a home run off Nolan Ryan and you take too long rounding the bases he gets to fire a couple at your skull next time up.")  

 I wish I had time to research how the Baltimore Colts responded to Joe Namath's victory "guarantee" before Super Bowl III but that's the problem.  

I'm sure the mighty Colts got just as snippy as this group which is bordering on Professional Wrestling speak but there weren't 10,000 media outlets covering it.   

 I don't really think Joey Porter needed this "controversy" to fire him up to play.  His ego, pride and fear of failure will do that for him which are the reasons  all men do anything.   I think Joey needed this to fire him up so he could do more interviews. 

Look, he's done hundreds already for this one game and I know first hand that even someone who loves talking as much as he does eventually runs out of juice.   

So thank you Joey Porter!  It's still not Ali-Fraser but America's fired up with you and your words and the words of your enemies, which will be dissected  by lots of  real journalists and smart, thoughtful citizens far more than President Bush's State of the Union speech.    

So I guess until at least 10 p.m. Sunday night we're all going to hear a lot about this petty crap  and less about terror, war, layoffs, crime, politics and non-human flu.   

 Thank you Joey Porter. :)

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