Sometimes I wonder why I ever came back to KSK. The moral depravity here is more than I can tolerate sometimes. And the language! If I’ve emailed them once about it, I’ve emailed them a thousand times! Why can’t we just be a little bit nicer to everyone? Most of the folks in the NFL are hard working family people. They don’t deserve to have their good names dragged through the mud.

Enough is enough. I’m taking these rugrats into exile for some well-overdue sensitivity training. No need to thank me, I’m just doing what any of you would have done if you had to work in such filth. So for the next seven days, NOBODY will be writing on this site until I give them the thumbs-up for wholesomeness. It’s time that everyone at KSK became better citizens of the sports world. It’s just plain time.

See you next Wednesday on the new and improved KSK!

I don’t care that the writers’ strike is ending. I don’t care about college basketball, baseball, hockey or the NBA. I don’t care that Mario Kart is coming out for the Wii packaged with an awesome wheel interface. I kinda care about the ScarJo-Penelope Cruz love scene, but not enough to compensate for the no-football induced softie.

I applaud the NFL for, unlike other sports, saving its meaningless superstar spectacle for the end of the season. Could you imagine the Pro Bowl happening after Week 8 and counting as every team’s bye week? The scary thing is if some large foreign country promised to hold it at that time, the Rog would totally make it happen.

But the Pro Bowl is a largely unwatchable tease of what we’ll all be missing between now and training camp. Free agent acquisitions and the draft are fine temporary divertisements, but it’s like reading erotic fiction to supplant your love life. Imagining how some rookie or signing might shape my team is about as fulfilling Mr. Garrison’s “Great American Romance Novel.”

No, football, nnnnnooooooo! Just stay a little longer. Please? Cmon, what’s the rush? You can have Emmitt say something incoherent. I don’t care!