2012 NFL Offseason

Would a Los Angeles Vikings team remain in the NFC North, or would it swap places with the Rams (or some equivalent thereof)?
 
Vikings belong in the NFC North. If the NFL gave two flying fudges about geography, Cowboys would be in the NFC South, but thankfully tradition trumps geography.
 
More an issue of time-zones as I'd see it. The Vikings would be playing 3 guaranteed games a season on jetlag.*

*I know the reality of this problem is debatable, but people perceive it to be a problem and that in and of itself makes it relevant.
 
Looks like ESPN started their draft coverage 36 hours early. Egad.
 
So has everyone laid in their caches of food and drink so they can stay glued to draft coverage the next three days? :mischief:
 
I'm like a moth to a flame regarding the draft... I don't know why. :crazyeye:
 
I don't see what the problem would be with voting/naming ALL-PRO teams... but not playing the game :scan: . Pay the dudes for making all-pro, and leave it at that.
 
A shameless copy-paste from here:

Twas the night before Griffmas, when all through the house,
Not a Skins blogger was stirring, not even his mouse.
Redskins socks were hung by the chimney with love,
In hopes they’d fit St. Robert’s feet like a glove.
The Shanahans were nestled, all snug in their beds,
with nightmares of interceptions (Rex) still dancing in their heads.
And though still irked by a reduction of their cap,
Papa Shanny and Young Kyle settled for a late spring nap.

When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from the locker room to see what was the matter.
Away to the sidelines they flew in great haste,
They readied their playbooks with no time to waste.
The moon on the breast of the field freshly green,
Gave lustre of mid-day to the assembling team.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a young Baylor quarterback, rocking full Redskins gear.

That young draft prospect, so much talent and speed,
They knew with no doubt, this must be RG3.
More imposing than the Iggles, the defense it came,
To his teammates he whistled, and called them by name.
On Monty, on Lichty, oh this O-line needs fixin’,
Just don't let me down, cuz' that safety is blitzin’!
Oh form a strong line, create a great wall,
Now block away! block away! block away all!

Dressed in Burgundy and Gold, from his head to his butt,
With his jersey slightly tarnished from the grass and the mud.
A 300-pound tackle, nearly draped on his back,
But with nimble footwork, he illuded the sack.
And with an arm that could easily reach the club deck,
Is it even a fair contest for Grossman and Beck?

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his mission,
To lead the Redskins back to playoff position.
With his bracelets and sleeve, he was quite a sight,
A party on the left arm, but all business on the right.
He sprang from the huddle, after giving the play call,
And down the field they flew, with the snap of the ball.
But fans heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
HAIL TO THE REDSKINS, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!


MERRY GRIFFMAS EVERYBODY!

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Did you see that apparently the NFL and NFLPA are talking about scrapping the game?
 
Long overdue. Just name the team, and have a big photo-op with them during Super Bowl week to recognize them.
 
Oh Miami, I hope you don't regret this. But I think you will.
 
I think they will...
 
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