Pontification Time...

Redeem.

The word redeem is defined as “to atone for” or “to offset the bad effect of”. As we once again head into another season of pigskin pool madness, I can’t help but think of this word. I think back to Thanksgiving last year, my favorite holiday of course, and how on the day after I read about Harris Smith (a.k.a. Plax “loaded sweatpants” Burress) shooting himself in the leg at a nightclub in New York City, heralding the start of the Big Blue collapse and finishing with the philthy green birds bitterly ending the Champs quest for a repeat.

As on Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for plenty but when it comes to the pigskin pool all I can say is thank god it’s a new season… there is plenty new for Big Blue… a new hope … new players… a new distasteful feeling from last season… but there is one thing that will always remain:

New York Giants Pride



There is much to prove this season against the hated “2-less” cowpukes, “fat albert’s” deadskins, and the Vick laden philthy birds…. Among others who plan to stand against the Big Blue Beast this season.

I can’t wait to get it started!!!

One final bit of business, as always, I choose my team’s name for the season in this annual pontification. Once again I derive this name from Lakeside as I have over the past few seasons. I’ve thought about the many suggestions and the different themes and they all have been very good but I think I’m going to go with something self created. After much thought and reminiscing, I don’t think anything can top the quest I was on earlier this summer. A failed quest where I had to “take one for the team”, much to the amusement of those I was with and my own consternation.

Yes, I’m talking about the fondness expressed for myself by an inebriated stranger named Michael and how I was desperately looking for someone, anyone to get our group a table so I could escape this man. I remember continually wondering what was taking so long to get a damn table as I endured his many loving strokes to my hair. Then it dawned on me and I knew why I had to remain until Michael decided to depart with a wet kiss to my right ear… the others had hung me out to dry. Looking back on it, I can’t blame them… hell I would have done the same if it was one of them receiving unwanted, affectionate attention from a drunk man in his 50’s … I’m sure it was entertaining for them and we all got free drinks out of it as Michael bought some rounds. But it was a bad time for me to be:


Table-less at the Pump

Anyway, good luck to everyone in the Shaved Baby League this season and your teams in the coming NFL season.