Time to Put Pro Bowl Out of Its Misery
MIAMI -- Given a choice of watching the Pro Bowl or wading with killer alligators in the Everglades, well, next time, I promise to think about it. Not that I really want a next time. If this event could be held at midseason, like all the normal All-Star Games, and if every player was placed in a hermetically sealed cocoon to avoid injuries, and if the mood was serious and not something out of Uncle Bob's picnic, then maybe I'd embrace it.
But what I watched on a rainy Sunday night, inside whatever they're calling Joe Robbie Stadium/Pro Player Stadium/Dolphin Stadium these days, was completely embarrassing, meaningless, unnecessary and insulting to one's intellect. Give me Rex In The City, Jets coach Rex Ryan, flipping the bird at rowdy Dolphins fans at a nearby mixed martial arts event. Give me whether the NFL is headed toward labor doom, which will be a constant theme this week. Give me a debate on whether Shaun Alexander belongs on the league's all-decade team. More importantly, give me Dwight Freeney's torn ankle ligament -- or if you believe the Colts, and I don't, a low ankle sprain -- and how it will affect the Indianapolis defense in putting pressure on Drew Brees next Sunday.