Stroll Down the NFL Boulevard Championship Weekend

Stroll down the NFL Boulevard Championship Weekend


Come to this land of Sunshine to this land where life is young, where the wide, wide world is waiting the songs that will now be sung. Wow what a weekend, Championship weekend certainly lived up to its name. With everything on the line including a trip to the Valley of the Sun there was some great play and some not so great play. And we will get to it right after this message.

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Okay we are back and we have just one question for you, are you ready? Let’s do it!!! Start the Music…

First we will stroll up to the Northeast, Foxboro to be specific. Is there anyone that can stop this from happening? People have been saying it all year long, and we guess it has finally come true, the undefeated season. This weekend young Jedi Knights Phillip Rivers and Antonio Gates could not over power Darth Vader and the Sith Lord. The game started with all the hope of a frog waiting for a kiss for the Chargers. LaDainian Tomlinson started the game with 2 straight runs to test his knee and Coach Norv decided to hold him out the rest of the game. That is not good, why did he even suit up if you were just going to have him sit on the bench. Hey Norv you got last years MVP and the leading rusher for the season just sitting on the bench. That is like taking a knife to a gun fight and leaving a loaded gun at home. Hey Norv, to beat the Empire you have to score touchdowns you can’t kick field goals. In 11 possessions you guys scored 4 times, very nice, but they were all field goals not so nice. We have seen better scoring attempts in the back seat of old Nova’s with Juice Newton playing on the radio. The Empire used mind tricks to lull Coach Turner into a false sense of security and only allowed the Chargers just over 8 minutes and 3 points on offense in the second half. That is terrible, in the first half while the Chargers had the ball for 18 minutes, they could only muster 9 points... 9 points, give us a break. This just proves our theory you can’t go across the country and win. Don’t look now but the Death Star is now heading to Arizona. We have heard they are staying in Roswell New Mexico until Super Sunday.
Final Score was the Chargers 12 the Empire 21 Who will save us from the inevitable?

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Up next we head to the frozen tundra of Lambeau Field. This was a game full of mistakes, missed opportunities and elation. The New York Football Giants played well enough to win and the cold got to Brett Farve. While the Packer fans waited and got colder; the Giants just kept moving the ball from one disaster to another. After holding the ball for 10 minutes in the fourth quarter they had 2 missed field goals to show for it. But the Packers could not capitalize as the cold just froze them like they had licked the goal post. Ellie Manning played so well that he completed 52% of his passes for 254 yards. Hey Mike McCarthy next time try covering Plaxico Burress, because he torched you like the fire in a trash can keeping the homeless warm. 11 catches for 154 yards career totals for him not bad. Words can’t describe how bad Farve played. So we won’t describe it, we just want to paint you a visual of what his night was like: have you every gotten up on the morning of your birthday and found out that everyone, including your parents, had forgotten? Well someone should have told the Giants that this was Brett Farve playing and not Don Majkowski. Lawrence Tynes finally became the hero, but it took him long enough three tries in the fourth quarter and overtime, we think you might need a new foot. Why don’t you check with Heather Mills, she might lend you one from her closet; possibly one with an athletic shoe on it? So let’s look north, way north and find the Birth Canal team of the week, the Green Bay Packers.
Final Score the Giants 23 the Packers 20 in overtime. We still giggle at the Packers name.

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Well we guess that does it for us. We sure hope you are enjoying this as much as we are putting it together. It is a labor of love. We know that the season is coming to an end and are trying to find the right thing to put our unique insight to. Maybe the political elections? Who knows? We will be right back.

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Hello this is Tony Sparano. I just wanted to update you on the progress we are making here in Miami. Come on down to and see, I am the new head coach and I do what I am told. Bill Parcells and I have decided that he will be making up the playbook for us this year it will just be easier. We can’t wait to see you here in the heat.

Well as you can see the Sales staff worked hard again this week, nice job folks.
Well like we always say…

I’ve seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp,
I met a southern belle
Oh she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
And in that southern moonlight, she sang this song so well

If you’ll be my Dixie chicken I’ll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland

We made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine
Then the low-down southern whiskey, yea, began to fog my mind
And I don’t remember church bells, or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk
On the house at the end of town
Oh but boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
And the nights we spent together
And the way she called my name

If you’ll be my Dixie chicken ill be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland

Many years since she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She always handy with a song
But then one night at the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song
And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sing along

If you’ll be my Dixie chicken ill be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland