As we’ve discussed, words mean something. So, it always interests me when a usage seemingly comes out of nowhere to be everywhere.
Today’s example: “Pick six.”
The phrase originally meant this.
And it has now begun to mean this.
(An all-too-rare Detroit Lions’ example can be found here).
To my fellow Americans — especially on the East Coast, and super especially, Italians on the East Coast (though this suggests you might want to re-think that) — Happy Columbus Day.
To my fellow North Americans my near and dear Canadian friends, Happy Thanksgiving.
Alas, without access to Canuckian cable, we in The D can no longer watch the traditional holiday CFL doubleheader games.
So, back to work, eh? 
[Edit: I took out the embed, because the music bed under automatic video launch was frickin’ annoying, so here’s the link.}
Go Blue!
Not satisfied with being the NFL owner who (now) looks most like Katherine Hepburn, Jerry Jones pushed beyond all sense of propriety in the realm of sports’ proper place in the social order (especially now in the midst of Depression v 2.0) by spending more than a billion dollars on the temple that is the Dallas Cowboys’ new stadium.
Now that the stadium is open, it took all of one game for a punter to hit the TV screens hanging above the field, a problem which owner doesn’t intend to fix, and which you should probably begin to think is cool.
The evidence:
If you ask me, the new Lions logo basically just looks like Bubbles drooling into a headwind.
So, Brett Favre finally hangs ‘em up? I doubt anyone would buy another emotional press conference with crocodile tears.
While he was talented and charismatic, his one Super Bowl somehow doesn’t match up with his idolatry to some.
Which I noted a long time ago. In blog years, at least.
^= “When I said I’d play one more year for the green, I meant the money.“
Seems like the Lions — unsurprisingly — have picked the wrong season to have to hire a coach.
With all the good jobs available, perhaps they’ll be lucky to pick up Caretaker. With his prison experience, he’d bring a whole new dimension to Coach Marinelli’s Rod’s “pound the rock” philosophy.
And, as a final tribute to the Lions’ historically horrific season, let us celebrate mark it with the anthem of the one shining moment of glory in nineteen-freakin’-eighty. Another one bites the dust, indeed:
As O.J. finally, thankfully discovers.
You can check out the pagenatry here.
Enjoy the holiday, and, please, pray for the Lions.
P.S. to the Lions: If you think that you hosting a Thanksgiving Day game is a birthright, you might remember that the Cincinnati Reds, as baseball’s oldest franchise, used to open every season.
Note: used to.
P.P.S. Me, I’m thankful for a lot, but here, for you reading.
Hard to believe that the NFL would not lift the local blackout of the Thanksgiving game for want of selling the last 1,000 tickets.
But the tickets did get sold, so we get to watch the train wreck.
But should the NFL be nice to an abused Detroit-area fan base who are so much in shock in so many ways that they can’t even tell anymore if they are being abused?