Yep, that’s me being an armchair (or in this case couch) quarterback. I didn’t agree with the play calling when the 49ers got close to scoring the go-ahead touchdown late in the Super Bowl. But yours truly also, along with a million other Niner fans, certainly didn’t agree with the non-call in the end zone on Niner receiver Michael Crabtree. As Elmer Fudd would say, “We wuzz wobbed.” Say, was that Elmer wearing a striped shirt in the back of the end zone on that play? It is too bad such a great game had to be decided by inept officiating.
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Hopefully, after Monday and Tuesday’s postgame wrap-ups, there will not be anything more about Ravens’ linebacker Ray Lewis. Oh sure, his team is planning a big farewell tribute and he was a terrific player and, I might add, showboat.
I believe he should have been watching the game from a prison cell, but he plea-bargained his way out of a murder charge from the night of Jan. 31, 2000. The victim’s blood was found in the limo. Suspiciously, the white suit Lewis was wearing that night has never been found. Did I say “suspiciously?” I meant “conveniently.” Somebody on Super Bowl Sunday called him a hero. I railed and objected and told the fellow if he wanted to see real heroes, he should go to Arlington Cemetery. It is full of heroes.
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Oops, not that Big Mac. First, let me thank all those who commented (favorably) about the story on 94-year-old Fred Gartner. In the article I said that Fred walked nearly every day to McDonald’s on Howard Road. Seems I was only a couple of miles off course. It is his friends and fans at the McDonald’s at Schnoor and Cleveland that welcome him each morning...