Detroit Lions at Philadelphia Eagles playing in a blizzard

[gabester]

Man I wish I could see that game. I love snow bowls!
The Packers-Falcons here is snowy but it's not the same...
Plus the Lions-Eagles game has fantasy implications for me in a big way.

[SteveG]

Hopefully, when the Jersey SuperBowl commences on February 2, the weather will match the season with -10°F wind chill and blinding snow. And the Ground Hog will emerge from the Fifty Yard Line, take a look around and blow his brains out. That's my kinda SuperBowl! A MAN'S SuperBowl.

[hal]

gabester wrote: Plus the Lions-Eagles game has fantasy implications for me in a big way.

TMI!!! :-)

[Dennis S]

I just turned the radio on with a minute or so left. Why did the Eagles guy slide down at the 10 instead of scoring? I could see it if they were ahead by 1 and could conceivably lose by scoring a touchdown, but they were ahead 34 to 20. Is there a code in the pros that you don't run up the score?

[$tevie]

chopper wrote:
Those are Vikings games of my youth. Now all we need is my uncle Richard screaming across the table at the top of his lungs GO! GO! GO! GO! whenever Fran would complete a pass. Which frankly wasn't that often.

Those last two minutes had everyone screaming GO! GO! GO! GO!
Wow!

[DP]

Even tho the Lions reverted to their stupid days-no way they should have lost to Philly-those two calls were bad. And when I finally got to watch some TV, there are some bad calls going on in other games too. Time for the replacement refs to come back! I mean, blatantly bad calls...

[dmann]

They played the GB/Atlanta game here in Chicago so I didn't get to see any of the mess. Bears are playing at home tomorrow night- no snow predicted but it will be COLD. Really cold.

DM

[cbelt3]

Woof. Playing in that kind of crap caused me to quit football in 6th grade 3/4 of the way through the last game of the season. After getting stomped into the ice for the eleventy hundredth time, I looked at my hands. My fingers had turned blue, and the blood from my skinned knuckles had frozen onto the backs of my hands. I walked up to the Coach, said "I quit" and went to the locker room. Coach didn't say a word. I showered, changed, and rode my bike home. (in the snow, uphill both ways..)

[Speedy]

Wimp. Cold never killed a player. Heat, that's the killer. But then I wasn't a football player but rather a thin-clad who remembers running a race in t-shirt, shorts and barefoot in the snow. I wore a jock strap for warmth.

cbelt3 wrote:
Woof. Playing in that kind of crap caused me to quit football in 6th grade 3/4 of the way through the last game of the season. After getting stomped into the ice for the eleventy hundredth time, I looked at my hands. My fingers had turned blue, and the blood from my skinned knuckles had frozen onto the backs of my hands. I walked up to the Coach, said "I quit" and went to the locker room. Coach didn't say a word. I showered, changed, and rode my bike home. (in the snow, uphill both ways..)