This thread is so emo. Philosophy, song lyrics, classic lit, and lost QB loves.

Sheesh, I just lost a pint of testosterone reading through it.

Somebody get Chuck Bednarik or Ray Neitzchke on the phone.....

Thank you. I threw up twice.

"Somebody get Chuck Bednarik or Ray Neitzchke on the phone....."

-- Are they still alive or lucid? I wish Leonard Cohen would write a song about them. And all the NFL greats who have gone unappreciated and under medicated after their careers.

They are really the bitter old men. Just ask their lawyers.

But yeah, we are getting a little too weird around here. And right after a draft! No excuse.

Gary Reents wrote:
Thank you. I threw up twice.

SD:

My first reply was chopped,

Its probably best for all .



SoulDawg

"Somebody get Chuck Bednarik or Ray Neitzchke on the phone....."

Speak o' the devil, Chuck turned 87 just yesterday.  

Ray Neitzchke was Frederick Nietzsche's brother.  He just changed his name ever so slightly to assume a different identity.  Between that and immigrating to America, Ray was determined to escape from the shadow of his famous brother.

But then people misread his new name and said,  "Say, don't you play fer the Packers?"  It was then that Ray learned he had gone from the frying pan into the fire... since more people in his newly adopted home town of LaCrosse, Wisconsin followed football more than philosophy.

Ray committed suicide by actute alcohol poisoning.

They said it was two bottles of Angostura Bitters.

In their later years away from the gridiron, Chuck and Ray used to get together, talk life over a Siraz.... maybe read a little Rod McKuen.

It sounds like the deck of the last ferry over from Put-In-Bay where everyone's liquored up and the waters are especially choppy this time of year.