Who’s gonna lose, week 2

If you came here looking for something humorous, you’re out of luck. Frank J has teh funneh, but he’s out of town for a few days.

If you came here looking for keen political insight, you’re also out of luck. Because all you got is Obama speechifying and making the stock markets drop another 300+ points. So, nothing new there.

What else is there?

Well, if you checked that calendar you got as a gift last Christmas and thought, “Gosh, that’s a lame Christmas gift,” then you’ll see that it’s September … and that calendars are actually pretty cool. Because they tell you when it’s time for … college football!

That’s means it’s time for another installment of “Who’s Gonna Lose” … which is sort of like Leonard’s Losers, except Leonard’s dead and most of you don’t remember him. I’m certainly no Leonard Postosties, but I can pick a loser in college football. After all, I’m a fan of Georgia Bulldogs football and it’s the 2011 season. How can you argue with credentials like that?

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What is this “professional football” that people talk about?

Somebody mentioned something about “professional football” the other day. I simply thought they were talking about Auburn and Cam Newton. But, no. As it turns out, there is an organization that consists of grown men playing football on Sunday afternoons.

Who knew?

It’s almost like real football, like they play on college campuses on Saturdays. Or Fridays, if you have a small college, or high school.

But, this group of people are something called the “Eneffell.” I think that’s how it’s pronounced, anyway. Like the letters “N,” “F,” and “L” all rolled together.

I’m not sure. The thought of grown men getting together and playing a kids game? It seems to me it would attract all kinds of riff-raff. Like potheads, murderers, rapists, Chris Rock look-alikes, and other irreputable types.

I prefer the real football. College football.

The players still get paid. Or their dads do. Or their dad’s churches do.

But, they only hang around for four years, then move on to selling drugs or knocking over liquor stores. Or becoming potheads, murderers, rapists, or Chris Rock look-alikes.

The college game even has playoffs and a championship. For three levels. And could have one for a fourth, if someone would just come up with a good plan.

Anyway, this “Eneffell?” I don’t think it’ll last.

Understanding the left

Anyone with any sense can see that Barack Obama is an incompetent idiot.

Of course, anyone with any sense would have known this before the election.

So, how did Obama get elected to begin with? And why do so many people, despite all the facts, still cling to him?

College football.

No, really. Think about it. Some people are fans of college football. Some go nuts about it. About their favorite team. And it’s scarily similar to the way some people are about Barack Obama.

Here in the south, college football is king. Georgia fans love UGA and hate Georgia Tech. Tech fans love the Ramblin’ Wreck and hate the Bulldogs. It’s like that in every state. Alabama vs Auburn. Florida vs FSU. Mississippi vs Mississippi State. Southern California vs UCLA. It’s like that all over, and at all levels of college football.

Then, you have interstate rivalries. Georgia and Florida fans hate each other. Ohio State and Michigan are that way, too. Texas vs Oklahoma.

Now, imagine for a minute if suddenly, say, my team, the University of Georgia, was shown to have committed every NCAA violation there is. And, the school lost accreditation. And the football team went 0-11.

Would I suddenly become a Georgia Tech fan? Or a Florida fan? Or an Auburn fan?

No, I’d still have that UGA tag on my car (or would have, if someone hadn’t broken it when they backed into my car).

Now, take the same scenario, but make the schools on the other side of the country: Washington vs Washington State. What would a Washington fan do if his school committed every NCAA violation there is, lost accreditation, and the football team went 0-11? He’d be unhappy, but he’d be a Husky fan still.

Ohio State vs Michigan. Same thing. No matter what happened, no matter what the facts show, the Buckeye fan would still be a Buckeye fan. The Wolverine fan would still be a Wolverine fan.

And that’s how Obama followers are.

Only, here’s the thing: as a football fan, I’ll joke about how college football isn’t a matter of life and death; it’s so much more important than that. I’ll joke about how the top religious groups in Georgia are, in reverse order, Methodist, Baptist, and Bulldog.

The thing is, I know it’s just a game. I know the Bulldog Nation means nothing next to the Family of God.

Obama followers? They’re a lot like college football fans. Only, the presidency is a matter of life and death. Ask any soldier, sailor, airman, or Marine.

The presidency and the direction of this country isn’t a game. Football is a game. Politics is serious business.

Obama followers have the loyalty down pat. But, it’s misplaced. They’re following a man, not a principle.

When it comes to college football, I’ll get on some other UGA fans’ nerves when I cheer for Georgia Tech against an ACC opponent. They’ll pull their hair out when I cheer for Florida in a bowl game. But, as much as I am a fan of UGA, I’ll cheer for the other teams in the state. And for the other teams in the conference.

I’m a football fan. I express it through UGA.

Politically, I’m a conservative. I express it through, well, blogging. And voting. And by political donations.

I didn’t agree with everything Ronald Reagan did (primarily, pulling out of Lebanon was a bad idea). I didn’t agree with everything George Bush did (primarily, the first bailout). But I’m not tied to an individual. I’m tied to a conservative philosophy of self-reliance and personal responsibility, backed with Christian beliefs.

Obama followers, and most on the left, blindly follow their leader, parroting what they’re told, and ignoring the facts that contradict their version of reality, as explained to them.

They’re like rabid college football fans. But it’s not a game. And they don’t understand that.

As long as we understand that about them, we’ll be able to get by.

I just hope like hell that, come November, they think it’s spring break and go on vacation overseas. And stay there.