Feature Article
Why to Believe in Marc Bulger
The WatchDog
Staff Writer
I pinched myself several times to make sure I was really awake, and up until the third or fourth celebratory drink, I still felt the pinch. After that, I was having so much fun that I didn’t really care if it was real or not.
Because it was good!
Forget the fact that the Rams hadn’t won a game all year; forget that they were being looked down on by even the Texans. Forget everything you thought you knew for sure so far in this painful season, and sum it up in the only logical way it can be summed up.
It was just a bad dream, it never really happened.
Well, except for the very real and big number eight in their loss column … and all the film evidence on ESPN; but whatever.
Watching yesterdays game was nothing short of a blissfully euphoric page right out of heaven; it was the team – as advertised for this season, only nine weeks late.
And it was a thing of beauty and perfection, that is, until Haslett started messing with the formula when desperation set in for Drew Brees and Co.
After the game Marc Bulger seemed almost as giddy as the rest of us, and for the moment no one really seemed to care about yesterday, or what kind of miracles the rest of the season must include for any chance of making a last second run at a salvage operation.
What a bunch of drama queens.
It can happen in Hollywood, and stranger things have happened in the NFL, kind of. But even I will stop short of proclaiming the second coming of the GSOT.
Marc Bulger is back for real, and even he thinks so. We have obtained though secret channels a copy of his inner-most thoughts as penned by his own hand.
A page from the diary of Marc Bulger:
Dear Diary,
Today I showed them all that I’m worth every penny of that $65 mil.
Yes diary I came out firing like a man; a man with big muscular and tanned arms and had such a twinkle in my eye that it must have blinded the entire secondary, because no one could even see my laser-like passes, except for my guys.
Oh diary you should have seen me, it was wonderful.
Now maybe Coach will fear me again and stop with the creepy winking and offers of back-rubs. And maybe Georgia will stop calling me over and over to tell me I’m a big man and she knows the real me inside. They really creep me out diary. Why don’t they get that all I really need is you diary? I don’t need any of their special attention .Oh how I hate them diary, I just hate em!
But thanks to my super-powers, I’m back; I’m really back.
And I’m bad!
Okay so it’s a little… special, but it should be as encouraging to us all as it obviously is to Marc himself, and that is that our fear-less leader is once again fear-less.
And the sky’s the limit from here on out.
Coming soon, pages from the diaries of Jim Haslett and Scott Linehan.
Go Rams!
