A Bit of Venting During the Slow Week...

So at the risk of being mocked and ridiculed by most out there more than the usual abuse I take, I am positioned to take a stance against the bandwagoneers in our world. You know, the hot ticket takers who after week nine have decided that the Bolts are worthy of their time and effort and (finally) their words for print to be shared with the public. You know these people, the people who have been blowing the warmth of the sunshine up the skirts of all that is Red Sox, Roethlisberger, Pat Patriot, and Me-O and the Iggles. Who goes and sneaks up on them? Bolt fever, everybody jump on and ride it until the Brees goes flat. Hope nobody needs the Schilling ankle procedure when they leap like lemmings from the wagon in the second half of the golden season.

Now, I am glad to see the guys getting print, getting some credit for what was deemed by all (me) a disastrous 3-13 campaign. Overachievers are the Bolts and they are playing with the confidence of a team that could make a “chemistry run” like some of the recent World Series Champs we have seen. But the flavor of the day attitude is not one that I enjoy and I’ll tell you why. The same guy that said the Bolts were a go nowhere team, led by a go nowhere coach are now touting the team and Marty-ball. If and when things stray from the yellow brick road that we are steamrolling down, these same guys will be saying all along that Bolt fever was merely Bolt flu and we were never really that good, they knew it all along and we should go Old Yeller on the team and the respective staff. One former imitation quarterback of ours (think steak) is doing this as we speak. First we were “go nowhere”, then we graduated to “pretender”, and now the next logical step is, you guessed it “contender”. If we are unable to continue the demolition derby that is ’04 and falter against the Chiefers, or either Pony Crew, watch for the ankles to go All-Theismann. Watch them leap and give you the “Told you so.” Watch for it…I almost would prefer to just throw them all off right now. Get off our train, all you’re doing is slowing it down. Leave us to be the team that we are and go back to your respective posts servicing your above mentioned masters. I hope you wake up in a strange place with a severe hangover and sore lovehandles…