My office had problematic internet connections this morning making me do, well, work. It's funny. I've been on the internet for well over 10 years now. It's like someone smoking for nearly half their lives becoming stranded on an island without the cowboy. The old saying, "you don't know what you've got until its gone" was true for me this morning. Is it dorky? Yes. Is it sick? Yes. Is the internet the most super-cool function since electricity, automobiles and the wheel? Of course.
That's another thing. Most of the press and media outside the Queen City tend to think the problems off-the-field requires reminders ad nauseum. It's gotten to a point that writers and columnists want to talk about the team but a massive gravitational force pulls them into a mindless trance about how bad this team's character is. Of course that's not exclusive to the Bengals; we became the poster-child this season -- and by we, I mean Chris Henry. Typically you see writers promote a very holy image of personal sainthood while doing their best defamation job on a player that's succeeded in nearly every aspect of life. Is every writer like this? Of course not; but there are more than enough to suck the air out of the room promoting reactionary condemnation pieces right before hitting happy hour across the street. Now really, aren't you supposed to walk the same line that you preach? I would think so, but I'm just a simple minded blogger in the far corner of the room.