Dexter has been busy. So has @Senor_Cash, working late nights to bring you the best art in the comics business.
Dexter’s String Theory
Greg Jennings is in a new home with the Vikings and Dexter caught up with him. As always, the art was created by the one and drunkenly @Senor_Cash. Follow him or you’ll be Ryan Leaf in your next life.
Dexter has been busy. Art via @Senor_Cash.
You didn’t think we’d desert you, did you? Dexter’s Adventures is back and the one and only @Senor_Cash’s art is new and improved. You should probably follow him on Twitter. He’s amazing. Just click on his name. It’s technology.
Notice the Technicolor pants, bitches? Dexter rolling in style. It’s a shame my joke-writing is still shitty.
A Twitter search of “Joe Flacco elite” will pull up plenty of results. The debate is raging and since we have months to go before football is relevant again, why not discuss it?
Did Joe Flacco have one of the greatest post-season runs of any quarterback in history? Absolutely. Even Joe Montana and John Candy would think so. Does that equate to elite fantasy football status? Not at all. Until Flacco proves in the regular season that he’s capable of carrying a team to the ship, there’s no reason to go coo-coo for Cocopuffs and Eyebrows over what we just witnessed. And let’s be honest, if Denver had a capable safety, this discussion wouldn’t be happening.
Let’s take a deeper look at why Joe Flacco might be a Super Bowl MVP but he’s not an elite fantasy football quarterback.
Since I have avoided ESPN and NFL Network over the last two weeks, I’ve spent the time reflecting on the Super Bowl memories of my youth. Those strange and terribly beautiful memories of Joe Montana and the brutal failures of Jim Kelly have washed over me. And amidst these memories, I’ve been trying, quite unsuccessfully, to pinpoint the exact point when the Super Bowl jumped the shark. In doing so, I’ve tried to figure out whether, like I’ve done this year, I will avoid all media leading up to the Super Bowl in the future.
It’s hard to say when the game became more about the people covering it, more about the individual personalities—I’m looking at you, Ray Lewis and Randy Moss—than about the actual contest itself. Perhaps when the NFL realized—like those snake-charmers of network news and reality TV—that they could make Hurds of cash by turning the whole works into a tasteless freak show.
Or maybe the whole thing was doomed and tainted from the beginning when Max McGee admitted that the night before Super Bowl I he got completely hammered and played the game—in which he had seven catches and two TDs—with an Ed Jones-sized hangover (if you’ve ever been hungover—and I hope to God you have—the feat has to rank right up there with Dock Ellis’ acid no-hitter).
“When it’s third and ten, you can take the milk drinkers and I’ll take the whiskey drinkers every time.”— Max McGee”
The sad fact is the game has become secondary to the antics and hype. And I can’t decide whether I’m alright with that.
Ah, yes. The infamous Super Bowl prop bets are back and #degenerates everywhere are rejoicing. I’m sure you’ve already decided where you’ll go to watch the game, what food you’ll bring/make, what cocktails you’ll be throwing back and maybe even bought some quarter squares from your co-worker, but if you haven’t placed any action on some prop bets, it’s time you #LocateIt. There are always a wide variety of plays posted for the Super Bowl and some definitely more appealing than others. That being said, here are some of my favorites for Super Bowl XLVII. I like to consider these, side dishes to my #ChickenDinner. Come #GetFed.
Well, the interviews are done and right about now, everyone is throwing shit at their television and driving off the road upon hearing any more talk about Manti Te’o and his stupidity. However, as one last hurrah, I thought it would be appropriate to show you all how Manti recently updated his online dating profile page. Click, read and “wink”…if that’s your style.