Babble on in Babylon

The precious memory of yesterday’s beat down of UGA by our Georgia TechYellow Jackets lingers in this house.  Today I decided that game was so much fun to watch, I’d give today’s NFL game a try.  It’s no home team rivalry or anything, but it’s not bad.  Kind of fun even.

The game is fun, but more fun is remembering my pal from high school, Georgette, and how she was always so gung-ho about the NFL.  In particular she was a Bears fan.  I’m not sure if that was because she always liked the Bears, or if it was just Jim McMahon’s presence on the team. (Here he is selling a scooter. Nice.)  And I’m pretty sure she introduced me to the phenomenon of the Super Bowl Shuffle.

“Shuffle” was the right word, at least.  That may be lamer video than the pick-up trucks and barking at the opening ceremonies of the 1996 Olympics.  A tie, perhaps.  And where did they get that super whitey white guy in the middle?  (I’m white, so I can say that.  For future reference, I spent the first 5 years of my life in a trailer park, so I am also allowed to talk about people that live in trailer parks.  Check the rule book - it’s all there.)

But Jim McMahon is old and busted.  What I’m here to call your attention to is Mr. Mike Carey :

Georgette was also fond of Mr. Carey at the time.  But wait, you say, that was like eons ago.  The 80’s.  Surely this nice-looking young man wasn’t officiating football games at that time.   Oh, but he was.  He has been making calls and waving his hands around for the NFL for 19 years.  And your next question: How old is he then? Go ahead and guess before you scroll down.

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The man in that photo was born in 1949.  That’s 59 years old!  How do some black people do it?  I’ve never, ever seen a 59 year old white man to be that toned and have such a smooth, unwrinkled face.  Kudos, Mike Carey, your are one hot, old, bald NFL official.