Go play outside. You're driving me nuts!

Anyone else ever heard that? "But Mom, it's 4 below and my clothes are still wet" was my stock reply. Didn't help. Get outside now! So off we would trudge down the steps and into the snowbanks. Snowball fights and sledding were our way of killing some time and keeping our Mom from killing us. In corporate speak we call that a win win scenario. Remember that this was in the 70's when we were tougher. The elements didn't scare us. Even in elementary school.

But now things are different. The National Football League said the Vikings and Giants can't play in the snow. Growing up the Vikings played every game in the snow. And they didn't lose much. But the players didn't wear pink cleats then either. They were a lot tougher than today.

Earlier this year two quarterbacks actually started crying in front of the whole team. What happened? Loved ones killed in a cabana explosion? Nope. Family dogs were run over by Halle Barry? Nope. Something much more gut wrenching. One quarterback was benched and the other was given the starting job. And they both started crying. It actually went down just like that. What is going on to the real men in this country? I don't want my quarterback calling plays like Richard Gere in An Officer and a Gentlemen. I want John McClane from Die Hard in the huddle. Instead we are getting Terms of Endearment on the gridiron. Tammy Faye Baker should not be taking snaps for any NFL team. Maybe the Lions but no one else.

So tonight the Vikings and Giants play indoors in Detroit. Nice and warm. Hot Chocolate at halftime anyone? Marshmallows? Maybe we could watch Oprah on the big screen during the game. She could give everyone in the crowd a new car and we could all cry. Or maybe we could chug over to mamby pamby land and get some self confidence? What a bunch of jack wagons.

The only bright side to this is this will be two games in a row at Ford field that the Lions did not lose. I'm so happy I could cry. Tissue? Crybaby!



Till next.......