Merry Christmas!

 I would like to say Merry Christmas! I feel that there are reasons as a Fan that the NBA would be a Christmas Sport more so than the NFL. 

I do not like the fact that Travis Kelce would be on his Home Finale Ever today, because the Wolfpack have not gotten along well on Christmas. For a long time, the Chiefs where nowhere near a Family Brand and the one failing the Late Lamar Hunt had was understanding Sports Business, or Business in General.

I would be Bah-Humbug to New England having the Playoff Record, because the only good thing is they didn't distract us with matters outside of Football.

I'd be a Gateway Ram, because I'd always be saltier than the Missouri-Illinois Brine on that topic, too.

We'd Need a "Thank God For Kids" or a "Nightcast Before Christmas"

 Sports is in need of Actual Leadership and we are absent one "Thank God For Kids" from the Person that Blew the Lid off of SMU, Dallas Carter, and Barry Switzer and the "Nightcast Before Christmas" in Eastern Iowa where we are not so Competitive that we'd sacrifice Family Time.

When I do talk about actual leadership, I mean that not just a Paycheck or having to let the Odell's or the Antonio's Run Around until the Public Has Enough. To be frank, the Public has Enough and the fact is you can't steal St. Louis's Number.

That Flying Wing Logo is Real to us Iowans and the Greatest Shows Everyday is Real to Us, too. I would have had Kicked Ass and Taken Names if it was Baltimore vs. St. Louis Super Bowl in the Dome and that would have denied Jesse Armstead and Kerry Collins, too.

I don't like to be Profane just to be Profane, but, the Emotions are as Raw as the Cedar River is Cold and it is surreal not having an Infamous Cold Case (Lynda Manuel or Michelle Martinko) Monopolizing a Public Christmas and I do mean Public in Eastern Iowa since Episode IV's Year of Star Wars in 1977.

To be honest, it is Empty and Uncalled For. I don't want to feel like Northern Iowa's NCAA Hex has to turn 50 before any Championship as the School turned a Blind Eye and a Deaf Ear to their Women's Rugby Successes and they had to go out in the Community and I would feel a sense of anger that had to come to that.

Staples ain't there this Morning and the Sponsor that Replaces them ain't gonna last 5 Years, if you ask me.

Twas The Blog Before a Restless Christmas

Kids, I am trying to do my own retelling of Twas the Night Before Christmas, as in Twas the Blog Before a Restless Christmas. Twas the Blog Before a Restless Christmas, where I don't see anyone Young or Hip Make Me Vibrant in the Pop Culture Right Now and it is Restlessly Uncomfortable, as in Unseasonable Warmth.

I don't necessarily want to be ribalded about Cold Cases, and I'd feel my City Breaking and Shattering like Midnight Basketball won't do anything other than give recreation to the City. I'd rather'd bring iRacing to Hawkeye Downs like Nashville and North Wilkesboro and I'd really want to see NHRA iRacing, too.

Too many creatures are stirring and I couldn't even sonically hear a Mouse as Reality Sets in and becomes a tempest. I wouldn't mount swears like Snoop's "The Night Before Christmas",even though I would genuinely be tempted to.

I'd also want to commit to seeing Quality College Football Sooner, and too, I'd want to pile on the New York/New Jersey Projects like the Honey Do List at Home is not already long. Seriously, this Champion doesn't have a Honey and he doesn't have a lot of anyone outside of family.

This is not rhyming and I'd put the 2nd Verse in the 3rd Verse and I'd have more mismatched parts than "The Simpsons" Scripts. This Champion is tired of objecting and don't tell me who's hiding or not hiding in the Bat Cave as these are Batman Conditions.

I would say Bah, Humbug as we are not Crash Diet or Slim Fast Losing Weight, but, instead, no one is feeding us like Alicia Keys. I'd pay my Hard Earned Money and Reservations to see someone Rock the House as in the Iowa Fieldhouse to pay for its demolition.

Merry Christmas and Don't Leave the Poor State Swinging

I feel like saying Merry Christmas and it being such a raw and anxious year that I am relieved in Christmas and it is a cover of snow in my Marion. And, the real angerometer is never leave the poor state swinging. I don't feel comfortable publishing more textbooks on the same thing if we weren't all put on the field like Young Jeezy's Atlanta, but, I feel salty even now Shea Patterson transferred to Michigan and the Wolverines are doing a haphazard job being superior.

And, let's bring out AJ Foyt and Mario Andretti heyday to iRacing or Sim Racing like anyone from the Late 1990s. And, I still feel like bashing a stat run wide open like its on TV, but, the reality is we have guys in Cup their Whole Career vs. Run Short Trach their Whole Career.

And, for as much I want Turkey Days and Holiday Tournaments, but, the sad thing, is remembering where I am based from. That won't change even if our elders ran their course. And, what I feel is there's so many prospects I don't know who's paper legit.

I don't mind educated mismatches, and the only way your jersey is accepted on the playground is he or she does a serious career. And, the reason why we have playgrounds is so we don't just play anyone.