South Beach Here I Come
Jaguars defensive lineman Marcellus Wiley blogs weekly for NBCSports.com.
Hey there loyal blog readers, we have finally made it! (Golf claps) The biggest game of the year is on the horizon--and it's wearing a bikini! Yes, lovely South Beach is where this season's champion will be crowned. (And later drowned in patron at wet willies) As if I needed any more incentive to go see drop dead gorgeous ladies from all parts of the world starving to meet a gridiron stud like myself (I sure hope so), I will also be fancied to a great contest on the grass. (Advertisers sure hope so) So let's feed our "blog" appetites with a couple of appetizers, shall we!
"Oh waiter, yes-- I would like to try a delicious, tasty hot bowl of---SUPER!!! (Get it? -yummy) I'm sure you've heard that the national holiday celebrated every first Sunday of February is beeping in our blackberry's once again. (I prefer the Treo) No need for utensils or condiments to enjoy this bowl of gumbo, I hear Colt and Bear meat just falls right off the bone! (Tasty)
Mixed in this pot of storylines, sub-plots, and match-ups is enough meat that should keep a starving fan eating all the way til kickoff. We will be witnessing front and center-on stage-Peyton Manning's first ticket to the dance. (Whatever you do, don't do the cabbage patch!). In case you've missed my exclusive on field interview right after the Colts' comeback win over the Pats (I got my Diane Sawyer on), Peyton said he felt no pressure in his dual with Tom Brady and consequentially leading his ponies to victory. Is he for real? I know he plays like a machine, but is he truly mentally oblivious to the national criticism he was receiving? No mere mortal I have ever met wouldn't have felt a little edgy facing the "The Brady Bunch" in the biggest game of his or her life. (As my grandma would say--'Negro please!')
"Mr. Waiter, yes, can I order a hot dog--on an Urlacher bun, with extra ketchup please. (Pronounced Catch-Up!) I know ya'll mouths dropped when Reggie Bush hit the tri-fecta on the Chicago Bears at Soldier Field. He was definitely being an insubordinate soldier when this rookie, a private, disrespected a field general in Brian Urlacher. I am not mad at Reggie for doing what he does (I will admit, it was gangsta), but in the NFL there is certain "etiquette" involved in how to do things. Always remember we are all men and brothers of the same fraternity. Unfortunately, at times "WE" all have a lapse in this department. (Reference my last blog) Scoring the longest touchdown in NFC championship play is impressive. Busting a Mary Lou Retton flip to cross the goal line is not for me, nor my back, but it's equally impressive. Even the dance he did, I think it was the 3rd ward version of "Walk it out" brought a chuckle. But when my man looked back at Urlacher and waved bye-bye to him as he distanced himself from the ex-safety like he was a marshal in a parade, that was a little tasteless. But how tasteful is a hot dog on an Urlacher bun! (And it cost $5000--YUK!!!)
"I only want legs and thighs, thank you!" Well, it's about time that there is not only one but two African American, black (whatever we call ourselves now) are standing with headsets on the sidelines in the biggest game of the year. Players have long lined the sidelines and been instrumental in the game, even becoming MVP of the game many times in history. Some 15 years ago, Doug Williams broke the color line at the QB position in the Super Bowl. Rosters are flooded with over 70 percent players of African descent. Finally, we can see the progress being made on the sidelines and in the Coaches booth. But, of course, as Diddy says, it "Can't stop, won't stop" until the Lombardi trophy is lifted by a black owner. This "may" take another 15 years, hopefully sooner, but we all know it's inevitable. (It would be me, but I'm still waiting on that check to go through for 1 BILLION dollars!!!).
"Hey waiter, get me whatever the hell I want, I own this place" Wow; now that's progress! Better yet, that's how you order a meal!
Sunday night, let's all go out to eat, shall we!!!
P.S. If you guys can't comprehend my blog "AFTER" the game don't blame me (or the vacationing models) and "No" I won't be recovering from drinking (burp)!!! I probably just ate too much--ha-ha!
