Monday, April 26, 2004
Quick Comment
So came the news on Friday: Pat Tillman was dead.
Pat Tillman gives up contract worth millions of dollars to go overseas and fight, and get killed, for his country. And I think that no matter what your beliefs are regarding the war, you gotta hand it to the guy. The guy was a complete man. He had the dream of playing in the National Football League, and decided a bigger dream was to fight for his country. That's something. I mean it, that is really something. I wish it wouldn't have happened (him getting killed), but hey, he knew the risks. And he had guts.
And then, a study in contrast. A day or so after hearing the news about Tillman, I have the extreme misfortune of seeing whiny Eli Manning and his whiny dad Archie, all pissy and upset 'cause Eli was gonna get picked by the San Diego Chargers, and he--sniff--wanted a trade. Wahhh. And then he got the trade, and now he's a New York Giant, and he got what he wanted.
Boo-hoo, you fucking whiny bitch. Yeah, to play football in sunny San Diego while everyone else is freezing his ass off in the rest of the country, except for Pat Tillman, who will be not freezing, but rotting in a pine box.
I'm not glad Tillman died, but if that was his fate, I'm glad it happened two days before this sorry spectacle of a 21-year-old whining 'cause he was thinking he couldn't play football where he wanted. That way, we can find out what kind of man both of them are.
I now have a least favorite football player. His name is Eli Manning. And I hope the Giants go 0-16 every year he's there.
And, little Eli, I don't believe in heaven or the afterlife or anything, but if there is some sort of such, where people who once lived can meet up again, I hope Pat Tillman approaches you, so you can apologize for embarrassing yourself.
Pat Tillman gives up contract worth millions of dollars to go overseas and fight, and get killed, for his country. And I think that no matter what your beliefs are regarding the war, you gotta hand it to the guy. The guy was a complete man. He had the dream of playing in the National Football League, and decided a bigger dream was to fight for his country. That's something. I mean it, that is really something. I wish it wouldn't have happened (him getting killed), but hey, he knew the risks. And he had guts.
And then, a study in contrast. A day or so after hearing the news about Tillman, I have the extreme misfortune of seeing whiny Eli Manning and his whiny dad Archie, all pissy and upset 'cause Eli was gonna get picked by the San Diego Chargers, and he--sniff--wanted a trade. Wahhh. And then he got the trade, and now he's a New York Giant, and he got what he wanted.
Boo-hoo, you fucking whiny bitch. Yeah, to play football in sunny San Diego while everyone else is freezing his ass off in the rest of the country, except for Pat Tillman, who will be not freezing, but rotting in a pine box.
I'm not glad Tillman died, but if that was his fate, I'm glad it happened two days before this sorry spectacle of a 21-year-old whining 'cause he was thinking he couldn't play football where he wanted. That way, we can find out what kind of man both of them are.
I now have a least favorite football player. His name is Eli Manning. And I hope the Giants go 0-16 every year he's there.
And, little Eli, I don't believe in heaven or the afterlife or anything, but if there is some sort of such, where people who once lived can meet up again, I hope Pat Tillman approaches you, so you can apologize for embarrassing yourself.
