Fingers.

Don't know the players in this clip, but yes, it's like that.

Go ahead... TRY: https://www.google.com/search?q=women&tbm=isch

What would you doooo for a Klondike bar?

https://twitter.com/rags_zombie/status/1173038897816690690

(Good Morning Six)

Robert Sapolsky, who studies stress in primates at Stanford University, says a chess player can burn up to 6,000 calories a day while playing in a tournament, three times what an average person consumes in a day. Based on breathing rates (which triple during competition), blood pressure (which elevates) and muscle contractions before, during and after major tournaments, Sapolsky suggests that grandmasters' stress responses to chess are on par with what elite athletes experience.

https://twitter.com/kumaraishwarya/status/1172490511145418752

Good morning to you too Crid.

Went looking in the archives for a favorite Sapolsky clip and found this. (I love those little scampering people in the animation, because that's a big part of how it happens: Once the culture is in the right condition, it's an individual effort to improve your life. Al Gore didn't help you... Bernie won't, either.)

And it even works domestically... The American middle class is being hollowed out, but more people are climbing out than falling out.

Still hunting for Sapolsky

Celebrating 50 years of Scooby Doo here is music from the show

https://archive.org/details/tednicholsunderscores

Contained herein is an archive of the musical works of one Ted Nichols, who did background music for Scooby Doo, among other Hanna-Barberra shows. Inside you'll find backing music spanning multiple versions of the show, including the incidental "underscore" music from the original Scooby Doo, Where Are You, complete and unedited, straight from the recording booth with the studio engineer announcing which track is about to be recorded.

So what I'm noticing is that an enormous number of tweets and links and things that we've shared in here over the past ten years are rotted... And I mean freshly rotted, so to speak, as many of the essays (etc.) were a few years old before we decided to post them as we traded ideas here.

First, let's blame the Facebook and Twitter people, who will eagerly mock our rights to expression and our eagerness in their fora with their mechanically-supervised policing of "engagement."

…Meaning that if your message is something that might make someone feel less-than-chatty when using Facebook or Twitter, they'll delete your content and suspend you. Truth, sincerity and proportion are not factors in their effort; the First Amendment certainly is not.

This is a serious problem. Sincere investments of uncompensated time and composition made the owners of those platforms incalculably wealthy. They've become the most powerful media in history. Throwing away our work is not forgivable, or excusable as providers of a consumer service. They owe us stuff.

Let's take a second to note that AMY NEVER DID THAT. She's probably banned fewer people from her blog than she has fingers on her hands, and maybe just one of them. It's good to be here.

Secondly, though possibly more importantly, a lot of people have been erasing their older social media participation lately. In the era of MeToo and safespace lunacy, no one wants to lose a career over one ethnic joke or sexual characterization from ten years ago.

Here's the thing: AMY NEVER DID THAT, either... By which I mean, she generally doesn't let people erase things they've posted here.

I've posted a lot of bullshit, and said mean things to people, and feel bad about it. I especially feel bad that I've cost Amy readers and reader enthusiasm over the years.

But I've been crazy-grateful to her for the way she runs her shop, and the way she let's us earn our own playground beatings without schoolmarm supervision. (There used to be a public affairs TV show in Australia named "Enough Rope." Politicians were encouraged to speak freely.)

One way or another, a lot of popular thought from the first fifth of this century is being bleached. One need not long for the days of three networks and domineering local newspapers to regard this as a despicable, and consequential, loss.

Aha! The favorite Sapolsky clip. Give it three of four minutes.

"Fingers"

This seems like a good place to post a '5,000 Fingers Of Dr. T' reference.

" I especially feel bad that I've cost Amy readers and reader enthusiasm over the years."

'sOK. I gottem back for ya!

This seems like a good place to post a '5,000 Fingers Of Dr. T' reference.
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I've seen that movie several times, but the closest thing in real life that I saw was "Concerto for Four Pianos" (likely by Vivaldi and Bach, though I can't remember).

Baptist leader and historical theologian Albert Mohler says that refusing to have children isn't "human":

https://albertmohler.com/2019/08/27/briefing-8-27-19

Quotes:

"We're talking about whether or not there will be a coming generation."

Um, no, we're not. Most people still want children - even if they can't afford them. (Something he doesn't address properly; just because the Depression birth rate MAY not have been as low as it is now doesn't mean they could really afford the children they had back then; they just didn't have access to good girth control. He doesn't mention the environment or pollution either - and since he lives in Kentucky, it's not as though he could be unaware of the cancer rates in Appalachian states.)

"Parents are far more conservative than non-parents. It's because they can't afford to be otherwise. They have to raise their children in an understanding of nurture and truth and discipline and teaching."

Not exactly. Ask any teacher who gets blamed for a lazy student's bad grades.

And, from commentator Raven at the Patheos blog:

Sept. 6:
"Of course, we all know what Mohler really means here.
"The SBC, which he is a leader of, has lost a million members total in 12 years of steadily declining membership.
"They have to reproduce because they can't recruit!!!
"And that isn't working either."

Good to know that Albert Mohler thinks the Apostle Paul isn't human.

Hockey, soccer. Compare and contrast.

https://twitter.com/Weirddave0/status/1172682347323494400

> a good place to post a
> '5,000 Fingers Of Dr. T'
> reference.

That movie occupied an especially weird skullspace for fifty years. It was seen in maybe second grade, in a large and beloved and stimulating setting. While sometimes overwhelming, there was obviously a potent imagination making that film happen, and individual sequences were seared for lifetime habitation in the terrifying & irrational, distrust-your-homies-&-do-lots-of-drugs region of the subconscious… A neighborhood which would host great volumes of traffic just a few years later.

But the movie was so goddamn bad that I could never remember enough about it to go back and investigate. It was a childhood introduction to those bickering twins, the power and limitations of art.

About ten years ago, Pinsky mentioned it on Loveline, having felt a similar childhood response. (We're the same age, but apparently he didn't cripple his interior hard drives with demon weed, etc.) Thence to Google Images: At first glance of the red ladder, it all came flooding back!

Well, about 2% of it came -trickling- back. That was a really boring movie, and there's no boredom like childhood boredom. Perhaps it's good that children be disappointed at the cinema early and often, lest they take Hollywood too seriously.

Let us now reflect upon a paragraph from Wiki, because it's kind of incidentally flattering to Magog and Lenona and me:

21st century

The home media releases of the film have spawned many new reviews. In 2001, Glenn Erickson wrote that the film was "another flop that has since gained the reputation of an artsy classic - a real cult film. It's colorful, energetic, and indeed can boast fine work by a cadre of talented Hollywoodians. But it's not very good."[10] Later critics were more enthusiastic. In 2002, Peter Bradshaw said the film "has charm, a riotous imagination, and some very weird dream-like sets by production designer Rudolph Sternad and art director Cary Odell"; it's "surreal, disturbing, strong meat for young stomachs."[11] In 2005, Violet Glaze of the Baltimore City Paper called the film "refreshingly tart and defiant for a children's film, its space-age-by-way-of-Caligari world parks right on the delicious side of creepy. Bring the kids, especially the smart ones."[12] In 2008, Dennis Schwartz wrote that it was "probably the best children's fantasy film ever made by Hollywood—even if it's rambling."[13]

No child could ever comprehend the spiritual power of an orgy. But if you ever HAD to explain, you could jump-start the insight by going here.

Possibilities, babe....

Verily! The Dave's Not Here account —linked first by Darth, above— is home to a hundred enchantments.

E.g., Tulsi… She sings AND she kicks Kamalian ass! What's not to love?

> Um, no, we're not.

These kinds of comments are appreciated. A number of times over the years I've been taunted by parents —sometimes people who're pretty obviously dissatisfied with their lives and their crushing burdens— who say that because so many irresponsible "little" people, "out there," "somewhere" are having kids, I should raise the kind of decent and sharp children I'm capable of having.

To which the only sensible response is, 'I'm on the hook for raising good kids just because you're creating little assholes?'

If you don't want to have kids, you really, really shouldn't have kids.

Earth has problems, but mere staffing is not one of them.

There are enough people. Not too many, but enough.

As if there wasn’t enough reasons to despise his candy-ass.

https://www.businessinsider.sg/tom-brady-swamp-ass-centers-towels-baby-powder-2019-9/

> As if there wasn’t enough
> reasons to despise his
> candy-ass.

He's beautiful. He's a beautiful, beautiful man.

Here's a photograph of Football Star Tom Brady from today. Is he not gorgeous? Chicks dig him!

I've never been a football guy. But in the last year or so, since someone told me who he was, I've been giving Tom Brady entire minutes of distant attention for many of the months on the calendar! (Because he's"old," they say. And I'm old, too! So old that "they" don't even bother to "say" it. I am half-again as old as this "old" Football Star. But there's an affinity!)

Famous Football 'Quarter-back' Tom Brady and I are acquainted in the most distant way possible... By which I mean to say, we've never met... Not even for lunch at the Farmer's Market. And yet I sense that he can feel our relative connection, even though he's never spoken about it. I haven't played the game in years, by which I mean I've never played football.

Listen, you're bringing up a lot of ancillary considerations which are beside the point.

The point is, I watched most of the second half of the Pat's trouncing of Miami this afternoon, 43-zip. There were a lot of close-up shots of his face on the sidelines, and let me just say that his jawline is chiseled and masculine and his complexion is unlined. He's *really* pretty.

But he ain't perfectly beautiful, and he ain't perfectly smart: Here's a neat article about him from the WaPo earlier this year. He's sincere and hardworking, that's all. He happens to be married to a supermodel who makes more money than he does.

But any kind of sinister cleverness we see in him is something we're projecting. It's difficult not to project vile intentions into the souls of people who live like this in Los Angeles, but we are morally compelled to try not to.

Also, Football Star Tom Brady likes music!

He really likes music.

Desides, Belichick is the source of your pain:

“I can’t believe they didn’t score a touchdown,” Edelman said to Slater.

[…}

The Patriots confused Jared Goff, throttled the Rams’ offensive line, shut down their skill players and left McVay without answers. Belichick surprised the Rams by starting in zone defense after playing man-to-man all season. He produced havoc by changing the role of an unheralded defensive back. He unleashed a torrent of different pass rushes despite barely blitzing. He did nothing the Rams expected and everything to specially stifle a high-powered attack.

Belichick made McVay his latest high-profile victim, a fact McVay lamented in both ornate vernacular and plain English. He talked about Belichick’s deployment of “single-high buzz structures” and “quarters principles” in the defensive strategy. And then he admitted what had been plainly obvious during four hours of brutalist football.

“It was a great game plan,” McVay said. “There is no other way to say it but, I got out-coached.”

I meant Besides, not Desides. Also, the guy who wrote the article mean brutal, not brutalist.

Crid said: To which the only sensible response is, 'I'm on the hook for raising good kids just because...
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Bill Maher wrote something pretty similar, several years ago.

In 2012, whistledick wrote:

"...Assuming that those in the ghetto, or trailer park, or mining community in the Appalachians are typically less educated than those in more affluent communities, the baby will be less likely to be surrounded by intellectually stimulating people.

"For example, I speak English well. It's not because I went to school and studied all the rules of English. It's because my family speaks English well. In my mind, that's just how you talk. It doesn't take any effort. It has nothing to do with my IQ (I have no idea what my IQ is, but I suspect it's about average) and everything to do with my surroundings growing up."

Here's what I said:

Exactly. It's one thing to want your kids to be exposed to different social classes, but it's quite another to ignore the chance that, REGARDLESS of social class, your kids' classmates will very likely choose to spend very little time, if any, on anything that isn't connected with video games, Facebook, or sports. This does not bode well for our country's future; just because so many upper-middle-class parents are passively allowing this to happen does not make it harmless. Why do they expect their kids to grow up with even one important, memorized fact in their heads when they can always check Google instead?

Yet another reason to consider not having kids at all.

I didn’t have kids for the same reason I didn’t become a surgeon or a ditch-digger – I just didn’t want to. However, I can think of a few other compelling reasons to think twice, had I been a fence-sitter:

1. I wouldn’t want to be the only parent in the neighborhood who actually pushes kids to be independent and to take responsibility for their own behavior.

2. I wouldn’t want to be the only parent who understands that when you say “no” to a five year old and he cries for an hour, it does NOT mean that you did anything horribly wrong or harmful – it only means that he needs to hear “no” more often.

3. I would not want my kids to grow up surrounded by classmates who are otherwise smart and friendly but who don't read and/or put down readers. I can only imagine how much less of a reader I would have been if I’d known many popular kids like that in the 1970s or 1980s. When anti-reading kids were in the minority, they were recognized as backward and stupid. Nowadays, what’s considered stupid and nerdy, by kids, is almost anything that doesn’t overlap with (see above).

Good to know that Albert Mohler thinks the Apostle Paul isn't human.

Ben at September 15, 2019 2:25 PM
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Patheos mentioned that too - along with Jesus' CF status.

https://www.patheos.com/blogs/dispatches/2019/09/06/mohler-being-human-requires-being-a-parent/

It is weird when religious leaders don't appear to have read the texts their religion is based on. Heck, Christianity reads a chapter from those texts once a week for forever. I guess none of it sank in.

Well Crid appears to have one hell of a Bromance or BroCrush on Brady. I grew up in a neighboring city to him in California. Like within 5 miles. He is almost my same age and we would have gone to the same High School if I hadn’t moved.

My point? I’m a Niners fan and Joe Montana was the best their ever was. Far better quarterback. Far better person.

Besides. His wife is a commie pain in the ass.

https://babalublog.com/2018/01/21/new-england-quaterback-tom-bradys-wife-loves-che-guevara-on-her-butt-le-zzzumba

*There not their.

I'm a Joe Montana fan going back to his days at Notre Dame, but I'd put Johnny Unitas at the top of the GOAT list. Most of the stuff that we cite about what makes quarterbacks great - e.g, two-minute drills, clock management, etc. - were invented by Unitas.

In fact, without Unitas' "13 plays to glory" in the 1958 NFL Championship, there is no modern NFL. I highly recommend Bowden's book, by the way.

Unitas played in an era when quarterbacks called the plays. It was a different game then and one can argue that Brady's or Montana's stats are better, but there was no better on-field tactician than Unitas.

Running back Buddy Young, once commented, "He'd get knocked on his fanny play after play, yet he'd be right up there at the spot where the referee was putting the ball down and then he'd be checking the clock and knowing how much yardage he needed."

I can see how Unitas paved the way but Montana 1), never lost a super bowl and 2) he won 4 Super Bowls.

He also didn’t cheat. Ever.

Isaac Newton is reported to have said that if he saw further than other scientists, it was because he stood on the shoulders of giants, paying homage to those who paved the way. Just think what Unitas could have done if he'd had a Unitas to study and learn from.

Think what Unitas could have done if the game favored passing in his day the way it did in Montana's day and the way it favors passing even more today.

A linebacker could flatten a quarterback in Unitas' day - often leaving quarterbacks injured. Unitas was legendary for battling back from frequent injuries.

That football in each of those players' eras was effectively a different game makes it difficult to directly compare Unitas to Montana to Brady - even if we compare the number of championships won. A solid argument can be made for each of them as GOAT.

But seriously, read Bowden's book. If you like football, it's worth it. The modern NFL was born on that day in 1958.

1. Montana always seemed like Staubach Part 2: Brilliant and surpassingly decent… I couldn't relate.

2.

> He also didn’t cheat. Ever.

Okay, okay! No need to yell! We hear you :)

3. legendary for battling back

IIRC, towards the end of his life he was embittered by the long-term damage to his body.

Easterbrook, who's written a three books and hundreds of articles about the NFL, recently wrote that with rule changes and other efforts towards safety, the league will survive basically as it is now, whatever the ratings. I'm not so sure.

Lauda passed a few months ago, and commenters enjoyed saying he died of injuries from his 1976 crash, which was true enough. But oh, how he lived in the interim. Driving F1 for Ferrari(!), three championships, owning his own airline, managed a Jaguar team, supervising the reborn & dominant Mercedes squad, and on and on. Never a pretty boy, he was nicknamed 'the rat' (for his overbite) before the disfiguring accident... But across his life thereafter, he was known for chasing (and catching) tail, including the girlfriends of guys who *should* have been angry... But Niki was Niki.

An exception. Most former F1 champs (and admired contenders) are just kind of tepid and listless when the careers are over.

Retired NFL players often seem lost, wounded, and *deeply* embittered. What do you do when you've obsessively given 25 years (30, best case), the flower of your youth, as well as your lifetime mental mapping, to a violent and theatrical enterprise which provides no understanding of economic realities, even within its own machinery? Oh, and also, it hurts when you walk and lift your right wrist above your waist, and you get about three good nights of sleep a week. For which new career will you be equipped with the requisite humility and daring? Are you going to learn about insurance? Auto-parts distribution? Gonna go back to school?

Props to Luck & Gronk.

PS/Feebie— Note that last graph:

But overall it seems the American obsession with the National Football League is in for the long haul. We should all be able to watch the seemingly ageless Tom Brady play for many, many more decades.

These two paragraphs came to mind when imagining the defenders who mauled Unitas in the 1950's and 60's. They had nowhere near the training or mass of today's players.

A 242-pound center? That was common in the NFL a generation ago. Today, All-American center Chase Beeler of last season's Orange Bowl-winning Stanford team went undrafted because he's "too small" at 285 pounds. The offensive line of the 1972 Miami Dolphins, the NFL's perfect team, averaged 262 pounds. Today every Division I college offensive line averages well more than 262 pounds. So do most Division III college offensive lines.

And 264-pound offensive tackles? Last Friday, I watched the opening game of my local high school's season. The Bulldogs lined up offensive tackles at 6-4, 305 and 6-3, 328. These were fit, muscular young men. And the high school in question is an academics-oriented school that does not emphasize sports!

> if he saw further than other
> scientists, it was because

Had I been big enough —or courageous enough— for youthful athletics, admiration for this kind of sarcasm would have been beaten out of me.

One last football thang— This guy Antonio Brown is a mess. Britney Spears with muscles.

I was going to do that thing of gambling about whether or not he had a loving father in the home, but SI covers it:

Where Brown comes from—a childhood of poverty and intermittent homelessness in Miami-Dade County—is a topic he has not often delved into. Information is scattered and uncorroborated, but it’s been reported that his stepfather kicked him out of their home during his teenage years and that he spent months at a time sleeping on teammate’s couches. His father, former arena football star Eddie Brown, was not in the picture.

They had nowhere near the training or mass of today's players. ~ Crid at September 16, 2019 11:14 PM

No argument there. Defensive schemes are much more complex now as well.

Quarterbacks are bigger, too. Unitas was 6'1" 190lbs. Montana played at 6'2" 205lbs. Brady goes 6'4" 225lbs.

The protective equipment worn by players is better, but nowhere near good enough to protect them against long-term damage. Surgical repairs are better than they were in those days, too.

Off-season regimens are different, too. On talk shows, Art Donovan, former Colts great, used to relate how tough Spring Training was, coming off a winter of indulgence and heavy drinking. Today's players spend the off-season in training regimens that would break yesterday's players.

Back then, players got drunk during the game. Donovan related tackling Bobby Layne, smelling whiskey on his breath, and commenting on how much fun he must have had last night. Layne replied, "Last night? I had a few at halftime."

IIRC, towards the end of his life he was embittered by the long-term damage to his body. ~ Crid at September 16, 2019 11:03 PM

The feud with Don Shula didn't help. Shula eventuallly benched Unitas and declared he'd never play another down as a Colt. Both were Baltimore players at the same time, Shula a veteran and Unitas an unheralded rookie. Unitas became a star and Shula remained a fairly obscure cornerback with limited physical talent but smarts to spare. Unitas and Raymond Berry exposed that weakness in practice and Shula was let go.

The next season, Unitas and Berry would embarrass the now-Redskins cornerback in what the Washington Post called a "murder." Shula was finished as a player, but later found his calling in coaching.

Later, backstage maneuvering by several defensive players and Carroll Rosenbloom's animosity toward his coach had led to the ouster of Weeb Ewbank and his replacement by an obscure Detroit Lions assistant coach and former Colts defensive player, Don Shula. Unitas was emotionally attached to Ewbank, the coach who hired him after the Steelers had rejected him, the coach who mentored him.

Ironically, Ewbank was the former Browns assistant coach who suggested the Browns draft Don Shula as a defensive player. Ewbank would later deny Shula a championship in Super Bowl III.

As Shula took over the Colts, the game was changing. Coaches were asserting more on-field control. Unitas, as a play caller didn't like the encroachment on his turf. Shula didn't want a quarterback who'd failed the entrance examination to Notre Dame and been dumped by the Pittsburg Steelers as "not smart enough" to be in control of his increasingly complicated offense.

After retirement, Unitas' marriage fell apart. He lost the children in the divorce. His business ventures failed. And his hated enemy led a new team to the NFL's only undefeated season. That probably fueled some bitterness alongside the injuries.

As for Shula, he may have blamed Unitas for the Colts' failures to win a championship while he was coach. Shula never won a championship with the Colts, despite having a higher winning percentage than Lombardi's Packers, who won 5 in the same period. Unitas won 3 under Ewbank.

According to Jack Gilden's book on the two mens' relationship, Unitas told a mutual friend a few years before he died, “If [Shula] was standing here right now, and he was on fire, I wouldn’t piss on him to put it out.”

Both men came from a hardscrabble existence. Shula's father worked on a fishing boat while Unitas' shoveled coal until he died when Johnny was 5. Football gave them a way out. Getting cut left Shula unsure of his future. He eventually bounced back as a coach, but I'm sure there were some dark days when he realized that Johnny Unitas and Raymond Berry had just ended his NFL paying career, his way out of his father's back-breaking existence.

Conan, it's been said that Isaac Newton very likely chose the word "giants" as an insult to his bitter rival, the very short Robert Hooke.

I wouldn't be surprised if that were true, lenora.

> Wutta dreamboat!!

You are such a nerd. : )

> an insult to his bitter
> rival, the very short
> Robert Hooke

Wonderful. The best sarcasm is the epigrammatic sarcasm that plays out over centuries on tongues across the globe from people who don't even know they're part of it.

You would not believe how horny Indianapolis was for football when they got the Colts. It was kind of sad what happened to Baltimore... But's hard to think of Baltimore or Indianapolis or Cleveland without choking in pathos.

Nonetheless —and I certainly didn't give a rat's ass at the time, or for thirty years afterwards— The "30 for 30" on the 1983 draft is a nice hour of teevee. It's as good as low-budget production can be, and I'd know.

> You are such a nerd. : )

What, just because a man expresses love for another man, you have to shame and stereotype??

CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE, YOU MICROAGGRESSIVE, HETEROSPLAINING BIGOT.

This blog is problematic, and not-safe.

I feel seen.

You would not believe how horny Indianapolis was for football when they got the Colts. ~ Crid at September 17, 2019 7:34 PM

I probably would. I watched Jacksonville, Florida prostitute itself before Robert Irsay to lure the Colts ("Colts Fever") and then do the same thing for the Bud Adams and the Oilers ("Oiler Mania"), filling the Gator Bowl to show them the city's enthusiasm for the NFL - only to have both of them stay put and later abscond to other cities.

Emerging cities in that benighted age seemed to believe that having a professional football franchise was their ticket to being a major city. Basketball didn't count because Sacramento and Portland had teams. Baseball was kind of iffy, too, since Milwaukee could boast a team. But football was expensive and required a big stadium, so only big cities could afford them.

As a result, the desperate ones threw themselves at any NFL owner looking to bilk his current city out of additional stadium concessions. Cities were not above stealing teams from other cities.

Yeah, I worked at a TV station across the street from the Gator Bowl, and moved away a year or two before they got the franchise. I remember the lunatic enthusiasm. I have career-related stories about it, pathetic ones.

But "stealing," and I know you were using the word ironically, betrays the stupidity of this devotion.

I been flying into LAX a lot lately because of a thing. A couple of miles from the runway there's a new, enormous, mixed-use football stadium/retail facility going up... As of this month, it still looks like this. And apparently the money's all private. I don't understand all the forces involved, but Los Angeles has always been handsomely resistant to the worst of the NFL's predations. We got better things to do here, and a gazillion immigrants who don't GAF.

I remember an article from January surveying the civic enthusiasm for the Super Bowl. In Boston, sane men and gentle women were foaming at the mouth on subways and buses. In Los Angeles, they searched and searched, interrupting a small table of hipsters in a fern bar, who were presumably chatting pleasantly about Tesla or Bitcoin. Are you guys excited about your city's team playing in the Superbowl this weekend? The patron swivels around to note that the television in the corner is (silently) tuned to ESPN. Oh, yeah... The Rams, right?

I don't remember even hearing the name Johnny Unitas after 1967/68. Namath —gorgeous, victorious and playing in the media headquarters of Western Civ— took aallll the attention for the sport.

Really, REALLY out of touch... So let me just once again enjoy the name: Weeb Ewbank.

One last thing, because this page is being indexed by Google for eternity: is there any such thing as an "arena football star"?

> such thing as an “arena football star”.

Nerp. Not really. One of my best friends from high school (and still very good friend” played for a couple years. Good looking too, Crid. Just sayin’. : D

Well, well, well. Kurt Warner - quarterback, Iowa Barnstormers, 1995–97.