Once upon a time

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After two rough losses, this is a little artifact we found from the Tim Tebow glory days…


When owning gets expensive

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Sorry to all the Scrooges, I’m not done with Christmas. Not yet.

Unfortunately, this year Santa Claus didn’t follow the instructions on my Christmas list (I thought I made it pretty clear). I managed to mail it to the North Pole; maybe he didn’t receive it, or maybe his elves couldn’t make it.  I don’t know.  All I know is that Mr. Santa didn’t buy me my stock in the Packers.

Before I indulge you with the details (I cried for two hours and later taught my little cousins some new words to describe Santa), I want to explain why I wanted a stock in the Packers in the first place.

I’m the kid who believes the Packers are my team. If I were living in Green Bay this may be true, since the Packers are community owned, but I don’t. This is my terminology when talking about the Packers…

We- “We need to get our running game going.”

Us- “Don’t be hating on us because we have the first seed in the NFC.”

Aaron (Rodgers)- “Aaron and I are really good friends. He’s coming over today to play some Madden.”

You guys- “You guys just blew that game against the Raiders.”

To put it simply, my friends don’t really appreciate it. They seem to think that because I’m not on the Packers, I can’t use that terminology. And so, that’s why I wanted a stock in the Packers: no longer would one of my friends be able to say that I’m not a part of the Packers organization, because, heck, I would have owned them.

After getting over Santa’s minor blunder, I realized that I don’t need a paper certificate (That’s really all it is considering it is non-tax deductible) for me to proclaim that the Packers are my team, and I urge all fans of all sports and of all teams to take a similar stance.

Let’s face it; we aren’t a part of our respective teams. I’ll be honest, if I went out on Sunday and played with the Packers, I think Ndamukong Suh wouldn’t even have to stomp on me, he could just fall on top of me, and I would be done. It would save him the headache of trying to explain why he tried to stomp a guy’s head off, and it would save us the headache from hearing every ESPN guy talking about how they like Suh’s toughness but think he took it too far (No? Really? I couldn’t tell).


But without the fans, these athletes are nothing. Without us cheering our asses off in sub -freezing temperatures, without us purchasing tickets, without us buying their merchandise, these NFL players are playing just another backyard football game. What’s to separate my CYO basketball game, or my uncle’s softball league from the NBA and MLB besides the rampant fan interest in the latter examples (OK, I guess the talent level is a little different too).

The game and the league, for that matter, would have no implications without its fans. When playing in front of an audience, the game feels more important, because it’s more than a game: it’s about winning for the team’s community, for their fan base.

Speaking from a strictly business perspective, it’s obvious that without fans the NFL, or any other sports league, would be nothing. Consider the new reported nine year television contract expansion the NFL agreed to with Fox, NBC, and CBS. Although the financial terms have not been released, the three networks are expected to pay roughly $3 billion a year (Forbes). Yes, you read that correctly, $3 billion. The only way the NFL receives this incredible amount of money is through the support of its passionate fans.

So the next time a friend asks you what you think of the Chiefs or the Royals, you can proudly say the re-occurring chant for both organizations, “We are building for the future.”


“The Christmas Story”

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 I hope everyone had a good Christmas. This is our first actual blog post, and to be honest we didn’t know where to start. We could start with the youngest MVP ever, Derrick Rose and his clutch shot (weird, it actually looked like he was an MVP), the Heat’s claim to the best team in the NBA, the Packers clinching home field advantage (thank God), or the Chiefs choking an incredible chance at reaching the playoffs: all were viable and interesting topics.

But today we aren’t talking about sports, okay who am I kidding, we are, but not in the sense of current sport happenings. After spending a delightful Christmas with my family up in Wisconsin, I couldn’t help but realize the pain everyone must have been through. I seemed to be having the same conversation with every uncle, aunt, cousin, you name it.

“No, Uncle Larry, I don’t know where I’m going to college.”

“YES, I am going to college, Uncle Larry, don’t worry.”

“No, I’m not going into medicine.”

“Yes, it’s a shame. Yes I will reconsider, thanks for your loving support.”

As painful as the family parties were (we had one Christmas Eve and Christmas Day) I made it, and there’s one thing I’ve noticed. No matter how loud my Uncle can get, how drunk my older cousin can get, or how boring the whole night can get, I still have sports. This was a grand weekend for sports, and I’m telling you, even Jesus must have been smiling down at the spectacles taking place.

And God said, "Let man fly."

After a beautiful mass in which everyone was messing up the new missal words,(note to all Catholics: it’s “and with your spirit” now. If you’re not Catholic, disregard this. It will have no meaning to you.) When I came home I saw Carmelo Anthony lead a shaky Knicks team at the Garden against a Pierce-less Celtics. I don’t see the Knicks making it to the Eastern Finals, not as long as Stoudemire doesn’t play defense. Kevin Garnett was hitting the 18 footer in his face throughout the game.

Continuing with the NBA debut, I still think Kobe Bryant has it. Sure, he should have pulled up for a shot instead of driving for a layup for the last second shot. And sure, he’s not as young as he was five years ago, but if anyone knows NBA basketball, they know that Bryant will show up for the playoffs. The only problem with the Lackers is the play of their ancient point guards and small forwards.

On to football. I’m simply going to give some running commentary courtesy of the Capelli family

“Only in the NFL. These guys are super-athletes jumping over a player. Are you kidding me?”

*an attempt at a choking sound* “The Chiefs blew that one.”

“My Raiders! My Raiders!”

“I’m telling you the Saints are dangerous. I’m telling you they will beat the Packers.”

“Tim Tebow go home. There ain’t no Tebow time anymore.”

“No one wants to see a re-run of the most boring game in the College football season. BORING!”

“I hate the Jets.”

“I hate Rex Ryan.”

“I hate Mark Sanchez.” (If you can’t tell we hate the Jets)

That’s not even mentioning the Packers game.

“Jordy can’t catch the ball!”

“Why is Aaron Rodgers yawning?”

“There he goes! He’s doing it again!”

“Our defense sucks. Unbelievable. We aren’t going to win a Super Bowl with that defense.”

“Why aren’t we running the ball…Oh, that’s why. Starks needs to hit that hole like ten seconds earlier.”

And that’s how I made it through my Christmas experience. I want to personally thank all the athletes playing sports. It was one of the best presents I could have asked for.