The Gospel According to Matt

As many of you know, I’m one big football fan!

My favorite college team is the Oklahoma Sooners; however, if the Oklahoma State Cowboys knock off the Texas Longhorns this weekend I might just jump on the bandwagon—which would make me the only true OSU Cowboys fan in my family.

My favorite pro team is the San Francisco 49ers.  No band-wagon here, they stink, but I still check their news and stats five days a week.  Yes, it is a waste of time because the news is bad and the stats are even worse.  But I became a Niners fan when I was a boy, probably because I hated the Dallas Cowboys, and I cannot turn back now.

My dream season, of course, is for the the Sooners to win the National Championship in January and the Niners to win the World Championship in February.  With the Sooners it’s unlikely; with the Niners its virtually impossible.  Hey!  I can dream, right?

Speaking of Band-Wagon, if the Bears keep improving and winning games I might have to get on my oldest son’s band-wagon—he’s a Bears fan. 

Anyway, my dream of a championship season has been virtually squandered by mid-October.  Except for Fantasy Football.  I’m in a Fantasy League with a bunch of NFL neophytes.  They like to talk trash but they can’t hold a candle to my football IQ—actually, they can’t hold a candle to my IQ period.  And that’s not saying much!

Right now I’m like Barbaro, in the middle of the pack, gaining traction, moving ahead, surging for the victory…, wait, Barbaro shattered his leg and had to be put down…, bad analogy!  Or is it?  Only time in the fantasy world will tell!

Editor’s Note:  The views expressed in this post are not necessarily accepted by the Gospel According to Matt.  They are intended soley for the purpose of…, well…, who knows?  Does everything have to have a purpose!