It’s Monday Night! The Philadelphia Soul Returneth

Sooooo… We met at The Fizzle Estate to watch the Soul vs. the VooDoo, but decided to make an effort to get/remain/be fit (…ladies…) first, so we completely missed the first quarter.

And then spent ten minutes of the second quarter looking at lolcats.

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Preview for Monday Night (Arena) Football: Philly versus Nawlins

Make no mistake: this could be a painful game to watch. Both teams are at 4-6 and limping through the season; Graziani’s status is questionable, which means, “a minute before game time Jaws will determine his arm is still totally fucked”; and if you’re watching this game it means you’re probably missing season finales of either “24″ or “Heroes”. Or a marathon of “Two and a Half Men” repeats. Or “The News Hour with Jim Lehrer.”

However, TC and I have decided to watch. Even at 4-6, it isn’t out of the question for Philly or Nawlins to reach the playoffs, and we haven’t live-blogged in a while, which is painfully apparent because pretty much everything that happened this weekend was exactly the opposite of what we said would happen. We need to get back in the AFL groove, get our hands dirty, listen to Trey Wingo be bored out of his mind.

Really, we just need to play Guitar Hero. We’ll live blog tonight on the status of JBJ’s middle digits and the awesomeness that is playing My Chemical Romance’s “Dead!” on cooperative. Rock.

What to look for in tonight’s game: weak defense from both squads, Voo Doo QB Andy Kelly to be either decent or crap-tacular, and a glimpse of Jaws running around in the locker room, looking like he’s either deep in football thought or searching for lost car keys. We can’t wait.

Actually, we probably can.

 UPDATE: Everything I wrote in this post is completely wrong.

Briefly: More Stories We Didn’t Break

Because I cringe whenever I catch an AFL headline on Deadspin - at whose quasi-underground teat we (too) often suckle - that we didn’t break, I feel compelled to link back to it. Because, you know, we get a lot of traffic that they might not receive.

Wait, no. That’s not quite right.

In any event, apparently Quincy Carter, late of the Cowboys, Jets, Alouettes, ‘Dawgs, and Chicago Cubs organizations,  is playing for the af2’s Bossier-Shreveport Battle Wings. I’m having a difficult enough time parsing AFL Prime teams and strategy and whatnot, and I only know that Shreveport exists because of the Independence Bowl, so this flew well under my radar. But he’s having a bit of a time down there in Random-Ass Louisiana. He’s been suspended for missing team meetings. Oops. The commentary on AOL Fanhouse and Deadspin are easily snarky enough for us, so I recommend you amuse yourselves there. My take is that Mr. Carter is another example of a wildly athletic young man who had the most damnable time of getting his act together. It’s sad, really.

Also, so everyone knows, I have the fullest confidence in the ability of the Desperados, Rush, Force, and maybe SaberCats to wax whoever ended up playing in the Independence Bowl.