Throughout the 162 games we endure, we follow the long and loved baseball season watching our favorite team. Whether it's watching the Yankees buy their way to the playoffs like Bush bought his way into Yale, or be dissapointed by the Devil Rays like having your girlfriend ditch you 5 minutes before your movie, or even having the luxury of being 15 games below 500 and still making the playoffs out of the NL West and thinking your team is still the best. All fans alike, we all get pumped up when we make the playoffs, and head for that beloved World Series.

Thinking of those terrific two week stretches of heart breaking, nail biting, and excting episodes of Desperate Housewives, erm, I mean World Series, it gets any baseball fan's heart to skip a beat. The ones that stick in our minds is the 1918 World Series, where the Red Sox had won their most recent series until 2004. Or, the 1932 Series when Babe called his shot. Or 1969, where the Mets magically won after years of misery and losing records, or in '86, with Bill Buckner with the Sox and Mets. Or, more recently, when the Jays won it in 1992 with Joe Carter's walk off blast. And of course, the 2004 miracle World Series run of the Boston Red Sox. But other than those famous World Series runs, other ones don't really stick out in our minds, other than one that truly sticks out in mine.

Boom.

Bam.

These headlines soared the country for months and months to come. The awful year of 2001 not only broke the hearts of ones in mourning of loved ones, (to all victims, God Bless you, and I show you the deepest sympathy) but it delayed the 2001 baseball season to such an extent that the World Series would be postponed until November because of the delay of regular season games in September.

After days of missing our beloved game, our teams came back with more drive and determination than ever. Teams came out playing with baseball caps representing the Fire Department and Police Department. Fans drew signs showing their love and sympathy for all who had lossed loved ones. All teams had patches on their uniforms. Each game had a moment of silence.

It was the first time that the MLB seemed to have any type of unison, and as a league, many came together as players and fans. Tears wept the fields before each game, players dedicated their performances on and off the field to victims of 9/11.

Although, as a fan of baseball, I, myself, did not want to continue any sports or recreation, along with others, baseball helped us keep our minds off things. Anyone seeking a way to run away from the tragedy, ran to their only way out.

Baseball.

And it was baseball we watched. Baseball we lived. Sports fans, still in mourning, and scared out of our minds, resorted to the MLB and our favorite teams to come together and take us to a place we needed to be. And with that, the league continued, until it was time for that series that we all waited for. The World Series. The New York Yankees were taking on the Arizona Diamondbacks.

Ever since the Evil Empire had bought Babe Ruth, and dominated from the 1920's and on, anyone and everyone had hated the Yankees. Whether it was Mickey Mantle, Billy Martin, Joe Torree, George Steinbrenner, or even someone like Derek Jeter, if you're a fan, you've hated one of them. But now, since New York had expierenced something unimaginable, awful, tragic, we put aside our differences, and did something one could never imagine.

Even fans against the Yankees were rooting for them. Diamondback fans in Arizona showed their support by having signs for New York and for the Yankees. Pre-game Ceremonies in Arizona were beautifully set up with fighter jets, patriotic songs, and speeches. Bush threw the opening pitch in New York for game 3. Players united, even if they were battleing for the greatest championship in baseball. This World Series did count, yet for other reasons. For pride and happiness. For honor and patriotism. For love.

It was the first time in a long time baseball had love for both teams in one. We are all familiar with the story. The D-Backs took the first two in Arizona, outscoring the new loved New Yorkers 13-1. The next three in New York were all won by the allied Yankees. The second two of those games were won on magical nights, both walk off homers by Jeter and Scott Brosius. The environement in the Bronx of New York during Game 4 and 5 was magical. There were finally smiles on the faces of New Yorkers.

Although, in the end, the Diamondbacks stunned New York in a terrific series, it was the journey both teams took to reach that ending result. Pride, honor, and love were all active in the 2001 World Series, for the first time in the dissapointing MLB. This tragic, yet uniting year has been forgotten by many, and although, as a saddened Yankee fan knowing we should of won that series, the fact that for once, victims had a smile on their face and recieved love from ex. enemies.

7 games of tears. 7 games of emotion. 7 games of love. 7 games of baseball. 7 games of unison. 7 games in which gave us as a country a November to remember.

United We Stand.

Minor League Pigskin?

Athletes work and practice their whole life to make millions of dollars as a professional in their field. Whether it's finally ending what-seems-like-a-1000-game-season on a frigid October night to the voice of a congested and rather drunk Joe Buck, or playing sixteen games with criminals (just play in Cincinnati and see a true "line-up" on the sidelines) and knowing that you're making money for millions of fantasy bums, or skating, fighting, bleeding, and reaching the Red Light District for a total number of 25 fans per game, or even street ball with a league full of blacks and Europeans, with the notion that each time in the locker room while showering, one of your teamates is having a good time just watching (thank you John Amaechi and screw you Tim Hardaway), OR it could even be getting headbutted in the world championship while millions of Americans laugh yet millions of Europeans cry. Whatever floats your boat, it's every mans dream to finally play professional sports, and the "minors" help men reach their goal.

Major League Baseball has had the minor leagues (single A, double A, and triple A) since #### was Man of the Year, which I think is a great thing. Although there seems to be countless Minor League teams, and where 90% of attendance are parents and ####, this gives a chance for young players seeking the approval of the famous drunk Joe Buck to reach the "big leagues." With three levels, and with more promotions than in the Vietnam War, young players fresh out of college work their way up from single A to triple A, and eventually to the MLB. If we hadn't had the minors, 20 year olds would fill the MLB without expierence, but because we do, 22 year olds with just a year or two of playing for the crazy ####, are expierenced with true ball, which leads to expierenced pros. Without a doubt, the minors for baseball are the biggest minor league system in any sport, and because of this, the MLB has the most expierenced athletes in all of sports.

Hockey even has a minor league system. This league is actually involved with the WWE and played in cities such as Harlem, downtown Chicago, and L.A., and weapons are allowed. And because no one knows anything about the minor league system of Hockey, I pulled all of that out of my ####. But apperently, the minor league hockey association is doing a fine job, bringing up stars like Sydney Crosby, and well he is the only American NHL player I know.

The D-League (no pun intended -I'm sure), or in other words the NBA Developmental League, was created in 2001. Each D-League team is affiliated with between 1 and 3 NBA teams (Thank you Wikipedia) and is basically a place for late draft picks who couldn't find themselves a spot on the NBA roster. I like the D-League, because players who aren't mature enough for the big ballers get a chance to play and get better for future years, where they can finally make that NBA team and maybe play 15 minutes the whole season. Regardless, it gives young players to live their dream.

But what about the NFL? Sure, theres the European Football League, but no teams are associated with any NFL teams. Rarely do we see a European football (not futbol) star reach the NFL and succeed. Some even consider the AFL (Arena Football League) as the minor leagues of football, but come on. The field is 50 yards, the field goal posts are the same width of T.O's wide set nose, the arena looks similar to a kid's arcade, and the stadium is dirtier than Donald Trump's wife. Even ESPN is using one of their 50 branches and showing Arena Football they "truly" care by televising them on the lonely ESPN2 (no more bass fishing and the World's Strongest Man Competition). Predictably, still, no one watches this Arena Football League. All that league is is an indoor excuse for the losers of football. And don't let stats fool you. When noticing a QB throwing for 8 touchdowns, it's not too difficult to have 30 yard drives down the field for a score. Ryan Leaf, the biggest dissapointment in sports, could lead an offense to score 10 times per game.

But, sports fans, let's think. Instead of NFL teams signing their 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th round picks to minimum wage and not letting them play until their 30, put them in the minors. And all those undrafted players (which there are a lot of), they can enter the minors. The NFL could follow a similar scheme that the NBA does, where each minor league team is affiliated with approximately 4 or 5 NFL teams, and if the NFLL (National Football League of Losers) continues to grow like the NBDL and Minor Leagues of Baseball did, then we can decrease the ratio of minor league football teams to NFL teams. We can start with about 6 teams, each having 40 players. That would mean 240 players in all the league. All unwanted draft picks can be signed to a minor league deal, along with undrafted players, and Arena Football can finally be ditched, and players can finally admit to themselves playing on a 50 yard field won't get them anywhere. The league would be of all fresh-outta-college players, undraftees, former Arena Football players, and even ones from Canada and Europe. Then when the NFL players retire or get arrested or even shot (RIP Darrent Williams), the NFL team can pick up or sign one of the minor leaguers. Cities without NFL teams could have these teams such as Las Vegas, Orlando, Albany, Oklahoma City, Austin, Sacramento, L.A., you name it! Of course, this idea is completely far-fetched, but considering the fact of minor leagues in football would decrease crime rate and allow players to finally play true football and have a chance to make it one day in their future career, would be nice. Read my old article-"Evolution" and notice how the NFL is becoming America's true love and number one sport. Because of this, more and more kids (they are our future) are playing. Which means, in the future, more and more broken hearted football stars from high school and college won't be good enough for the NFL, and end their career right there. But, with a minor league or farm system, this can be prevented! I think this would be great for the game of football and even one old, rich, white man seeking commish job can find a new love.

Football should join the club! I don't care what the league would be called or whatever crazy abbriviations it recieves (MLF-Minor Leagues of Football) I think it would be the best thing thats happened to the world of sports since the hockey strike of 2004-2005.

Each year, starting in about March, all of us Madden dweebs ponder who will be the next man we lay back and #### to, for this man is on the cover of our new life (probably not that far for most). Regardless, being on the front cover of Madden football is a dream, and so far this year, the rumored stars I've heard have been Chad Johnson, Peyton Manning, Chad Pennington (God for bid), and even L.T. Whether there is a curse or not, I decided to have a little fun today by brainstorming what would happen to some if the "Madden Curse" was true.

Putting the man himself, John Madden, he'd have a heart attack on Sunday Night Football with a Chargers vs Raiders game while trying to #### seduce LaDanian Tomlinson with his kind words he always overuses

I say we put Bin Laden on the front of Madden football 2008 without the football mask because that obviously couldn't fit over his "head dressings". Although, just a picture of him and his 25 wives (reminds me of Billy Joel) would send him to a national American tourturing center where we may pay our way through to watch David Stern and Bud Selig rape the big Osama. (Stern would probably attempt to bring him into the NBA as part of the "international love" in the NBA)

Let's put Saddam Hussein on it...wait nevermind

Quite Frankly, I think Stephen A. Smith should find his way to the cover of Madden 2008 so he can try to talk about football in his obnoxious and posing "####" tone while speaking on the NFL Today show on CBS. Tony Siragusa can then deck the brains out of him and give him a big "Shut the #### up"

Let's just put the whole Rutgers Women basketball team on the cover of Madden 2008 because after all, they are a bunch of "nappy-headed ####" and "jigaboos and wannabees."

Let's put the famous Sanjaya Malakar so that hula dancing piece of nothing can finally leave the show and for once in a lifetime give the never stopping "Energizer Bunny" Howard Stern nothing to talk about and do something good for once and visit "Locks of Love" and get himself a #### trim.

We can't put Jack Bauer from the so surprising Twenty-Four on the front cover of Madden Football becuase remember-Jack never dies.

Michael Jackson must of somehow appeared as an invisable on one of the past Madden Football covers.

Putting Elton John on the cover of Madden Football could alter his sexual orientation. That would be a disaster.

Putting Tim Hardaway on the cover of Madden Football could alter his sexual orientation. That would be too sweet for words.

Joakim Noah can find a spot on Madden football so when he stops winning we don't have to see him attempt to dance, wiggle his Goldielocks-type-hair-, give his 20 year old mom a porn-type hug, and halt to listen to his drunk voice.

God Bless You

I'd love to see a nice picture of George Steinbrenner so he can try and get even with the Red Sox and go out and buy a $200 million #### German pitcher who ends up raping George, alongside David Stern and Bud Selig.

There are many athletes in the past who have shown great courage and determination, yet one, who has sadly been forgotten in our minds, has shown the most courage of all. Pat Tillman, the former safety for the Arizona Cardinals, had his life tragically shortened serving as an American soldier in Afghanistan in 2004.

Beginning his football career as an Arizona Sun Devil in 1994, he received the Pac-10 Defensive Player of the Year at the linebacker position, which is a huge honor. Not only did he exceed on the field, but he averaged a terrific 3.84 GPA throughout his three and a half years at Arizona State University.

In 1998, Tillman was drafted by the Arizona Cardinals, and because of his lack in height, he moved from his beloved linebacker position, to safety. In several solid NFL seasons, one including 155 total tackles in 2000, he finished his 2001 season off by signing a new contract. His new contract, however, was not with a football team, but by signing into the armed forces eight months after September 11th. After extensive training, him and many other proud soldiers were sent to Iraq in 2003. In 2004, he was deployed to Afghanistan, and in late April, was tragically killed in a friendly fire. On patrol, him and his unit were accidently ambushed by allied American soldiers. Tillman lay dead on the Afghani desert sand, killed, as an American soldier. Not only did he pass as an American soldier, but did he pass as an American hero.

Before leaving to enlist in the army, Tillman was offered a 3.6 million dollar contract over three years. Rejecting the contract, and surprising the franchise, fans, and his own family, he decided to serve his country instead of living his dream. Playing football his whole life, in high school, college, and in the NFL, Pat Tillman was living every man's dream, being offered millions of dollars to play professional football. Some may say he would be crazy to reject this contract. Brainsick. Loony. Stupid. By turning down an opportunity of a lifetime, did he show us that men are not measured by money, and they're skills on the sports field. But did he prove to all over the nation, that a man is measured by their courage and strength.

The numbers of foundations and memorials across the country in Tillman's memory show all the kind of man he was. This man, this hero, has been slightly forgotten by many, and I'm hoping many more can remember the courageous act he performed.

Turning down a multi million dollar contract to play in the NFL after four solid seasons, entering the army, he lay his life on the line, knowing he could possibly lose everything he ever had. Pat Tillman has most definitely showed the world he is most certainly an athlete who has demonstrated true courage and determination to become the better athlete, and most importantly, the better man.

There are many athletes in the past who have shown great courage and determination, yet one, who has sadly been forgotten in our minds, has shown the most courage of all. Pat Tillman, the former safety for the Arizona Cardinals, had his life tragically shortened serving as an American soldier in Afghanistan in 2004.

Beginning his football career as an Arizona Sun Devil in 1994, he received the Pac-10 Defensive Player of the Year at the linebacker position, which is a huge honor. Not only did he exceed on the field, but he averaged a terrific 3.84 GPA throughout his three and a half years at Arizona State University.

In 1998, Tillman was drafted by the Arizona Cardinals, and because of his lack in height, he moved from his beloved linebacker position, to safety. In several solid NFL seasons, one including 155 total tackles in 2000, he finished his 2001 season off by signing a new contract. His new contract, however, was not with a football team, but by signing into the armed forces eight months after September 11th. After extensive training, him and many other proud soldiers were sent to Iraq in 2003. In 2004, he was deployed to Afghanistan, and in late April, was tragically killed in a friendly fire. On patrol, him and his unit were accidently ambushed by allied American soldiers. Tillman lay dead on the Afghani desert sand, killed, as an American soldier. Not only did he pass as an American soldier, but did he pass as an American hero.

Before leaving to enlist in the army, Tillman was offered a 3.6 million dollar contract over three years. Rejecting the contract, and surprising the franchise, fans, and his own family, he decided to serve his country instead of living his dream. Playing football his whole life, in high school, college, and in the NFL, Pat Tillman was living every man's dream, being offered millions of dollars to play professional football. Some may say he would be crazy to reject this contract. Brainsick. Loony. Stupid. By turning down an opportunity of a lifetime, did he show us that men are not measured by money, and they're skills on the sports field. But did he prove to all over the nation, that a man is measured by their courage and strength.

The numbers of foundations and memorials across the country in Tillman's memory show all the kind of man he was. This man, this hero, has been slightly forgotten by many, and I'm hoping many more can remember the courageous act he performed.

Turning down a multi million dollar contract to play in the NFL after four solid seasons, entering the army, he lay his life on the line, knowing he could possibly lose everything he ever had. Pat Tillman has most definitely showed the world he is most certainly an athlete who has demonstrated true courage and determination to become the better athlete, and most importantly, the better man.

Look up baseball in the dictionary. Yeah. That's right. Baseball- America's Pastime. Since the day Abner Doubleday invented America's favorite sport in 1839, baseball has been what America has been known for. But what has it turned into now? Not only does baseball have more drugs than Mexico, but the game we once loved, has become a business.

In the 1940's, when America was at war, and our heroes, baseball players, were sent into Germany and Japan, America wasn't only depressed because of the war. America was depressed because they lost baseball. So depressed, that there was a women's baseball league. These days, if there's a women's softball game on, I'm sure true "baseball fans" would be watching something else, rather than that great college girl's softball game.

Why were the World Series' ratings so bad this year? Was it because Detroit is too poor, therefore people didn't have T.V.'s to watch their beloved Tigers? No. Was it because no one cares about St. Louis? No.

Seriously, why is it that the game we once loved, isn't loved no more? Why are teams forced to move from states because no one goes to their games? (Blame Canada). I think more fans attend the Little League World Series than a Pittsburgh Pirates game. Let's go back in time now. Back to beloved 1931. Babe Ruth, baseball's legend, was payed $800,000 a year. That was an insane amount! Players were averaging $200.00 a month. And no, Babe he was not sponsored by Nike, Adidas, Reebok, or any other rediculous sponsors. In fact, he probably had his face on a pack of cigars or on some bottle of vodka, which meant in those days, "Go ahead! go buy those cigars! The greatest baseball player in the world smokes them!" Let's think about if we time traveled, 75 years from 1931. Babe Ruth would be making 15-20 million dollars a year, and would be sponsored by Nike, for an additional 10 million. Now, sure, money values do increase over time, like everything does. Since 1931, home prices, car prices, and even something as simple as a pack of gum. But, what has increased the most, is a baseball player. If the Babe were making 20 mil a year, it would be a 150% INCREASE in his salary. 75 years, 150% increase? This is because baseball is a business. Not a sport. Not a game. Not our love. But a business. Barry Zito, the curveball throwing lefty who has a worse shoulder than me, is being payed 126 MILLION for 7 years. Juan Pierre, a merely average speedster, is being payed 44 million for 5 years. 100 year old Andy Pettite was signed by no one other than the New York Yankees for 1 year, for 16 million. More crazy signings have occured in the offseason, but why is it this year? This year, this is the year where players are being payed much more than ever. Baseball owners are becoming some of the richest people in the world. And so are baseball players. This, business, is all about the money, like most businesses. I don't know about you, but is it worth it, to take your son out to a baseball game on a Sunday afternoon with a hot dog, a coke, and parking, all for a great deal of about 150$? And that type of money won't even get you great seats.

Not only has the money in baseball gone up, but so has the drugs. And no, I don't mean the alcohol consumption has increased. Drugs. In the "old days", Mantle, Ruth, and others drank every night and ate like ####. Now, players do take great care of themselves. They work out, train, eat right, and get the right sleep. But some take 'roids. Not many have been tested and been guilty, but there are so many players we are not aware of on the drug. Think of the big timers. Sosa, Big-Mac, Giambi, Sheffield, Bonds and other big names wouldn't have the numbers they do now because of their steroid use. Steroids are forming to so many different forms of use. Injections, "cream", pills, you name it, it's the roids. Are we not liking baseball because of the cheating steroids? Baseball seems to be the biggest drug sport.

The last time I've seen baseball come together was 2001. We remember the November World Series. Yankees vs Diamondbacks. Devestated, heart-broken, and depressed all described New York. (I was in the city at the time) Even in Arizona, fans cheered on the evil Yankees, not because of their players, but because the country was coming together after tough times. That, my friends, was the last time baseball has brought together the country, like it did so many years ago. Before that? Was it the first time Jackie was applauded for his color barrier breaking? Or was it if the freaking president was honored in throwing the first pitch o####ame? Damn...

So, what is the sport that does keep us together? What is America's favorite sport now? Football.

As you read the following list, I want YOU to admit the truth to yourself.

-Each Sunday afternoon, you sit in front of the TV all day, watching for your fantasy team and for your favorite football team

-You love "big hits" and watching your favorite players "hitting" and "decking" others to the ground, risking death and serious injury

 -You own a version of Madden football

 -You gang up with your friends at the bar each Sunday or Monday night to "catch the game"

I'll admit, I do admit to being sucked into the NFL. I do have a fantasy football team, I do love watching people getting decked, even if they do get injured in the end, and I am addicted to Madden football. Thanks John.

But, why has football inspired us? Is it the violance level of the country, that drags us into the tackeling? Is it the chearleaders that pull us into the game? Or is it simply because there's nothing better than a perfect 50 yard pass in the endzone? For one thing, like in the old days when kids would be asking their fathers to play catch with the baseball in the front yard, it has certainly changed to playing catch with the pigskin in the yard. As much of a football fan as I am, I admit it is sad that such a violant sport is taking up the minds of younger kids, and becoming America's pastime. I do love football, the beauty of it all, yet if football does describe America, what does that say about America?

Back to baseball, I am a New York Yankees fan. Yes, all you haters can stop reading this blog if you want, but I grew up in New York, so I am a guilty, yet die-hard Yankees fan. But what are they? Are they a baseball team with chemistry and love like the 1900's? Or are they a team with hundreds of millions of dollars with fights and yells? Other teams are similar to the Yankees, such as big time teams like the Mets, Braves, and even the Red Sox. Who wins the World Series? The group of players with chemistry and love? Or the group of 35 year olds on performance enhancing drugs being payed just to step on the field. Once these players are payed, they don't care how they do on the field. It's all about the money.

Let's go to Japan. Each ball player there doesn't care about the money. They don't take steroids. They care. I think baseball is Japan's pastime. All of the great players such as the Matsui brothers, Ichiro, and now Matsuzaka are being payed millions in the MLB, yet still will play their #### off each game. Is it because they are rasied differently? Japan even showed they are baseball in the World Baseball Classic. I think Japan deserves the title of Japans Pastime

 Baseball has evolved. It has changed. Football has taken over the country, which goes to show how much influence athletes have. No one cares about the great play or homerun, yet they care about the huge deck or touchdown. Who's fault is this? Who to blame? Nobody is there to blame. But why?

The sportsworld has changed dramatically since the early 1900's, and as much as we don't want it to happen, we are losing America's Pastime.

Before reading this blog, I want you to keep in mind I am a Jets fan. I am PURPOSELY writing this blog from a bias point of view, and these points and marks I write about ManGENIOUS are true, yet might not be ahead of the marks and points awarded to the winner of the coach of the year, Sean Payton.

A defensive coordinator and assistant coach his whole NFL career, Mangini was granted his first chance as a head coach. For the New York Jets.

Don't get me wrong, Sean Payton is a hell of a coach. He turned his team around from two tragedies. One, was the death of thousands in his state. The other was 10 games below 500. In 2005-2006, the Saints, coached by Jim Haslett, went 3-13, meanwhile the Jets recorded a 4-12 record in 05-06 under Herm Edwards.

 Left: Mangini getting introduced to New York

Left: Sean Payton leading a successful Saints offense.

The Saints finished this year 10-6, alike the Jets. The Jets played in a twice as hard division, in the AFC East, including the legendary New England Patriots. Mangini's club even beat this team once in the regular season. The Saints, in the NFC South had to deal with the ice cold Carolina Panthers, Atlanta Falcons, and the awful Bucs. The Jets delt with 12-4 Pats, and the on and off Bills and 'Fins. If the Jets were in the NFC North, they'd be undefeated (joking). I think if the damn Texans were in the NFC North, they'd be in the playoffs (joking again).

The Jets have NO all-stars. If you look at teams in the NFL, most playoff teams have a noticable leader. Pats- Tom Brady. Indy- Peyton Manning. San Diego- LT. Philly Jeff Garcia/Westbrook. The Saints have a bigtime quarterback in Drew Brees, a powerhouse running back, and a fast rookie in the backfield, verses the Jets Kevin Barlow, Cedric Houston, and the surprising Leon Washington.

Drew Brees vs. Chad Pennington?

Bush/D-Mac vs. Washington/Houston/Barlow?

Horn/Colston/Henderson/Copper vs. Coles/Cotchery/BAKER/McCarins?

Sean Payton and his Saints had so much more to work with as potential, compared to Mangini and his Jets. Both clubs finished 10-6 on the year, meanwhile the Jets were in the harder conference AND division. If the Jets were in the NFC, they'd have the first round bye, and be in the second round of the playoffs, along with New Orleans.

We all remember that Monday Night in week 3. The magical night in New Orleans. The little reverse run to Devery Henderson. Is that the only noticable thing that Payton has done for this team? Don't get me wrong, Sean Payton is a great coach, but he had such more to work with compared to E.M. They both basically did the same thing, getting their team to 10-6 from awful records, into the playoffs.

Payton brought New Orleans to happiness, therefore I respect him so much, but you gotta give E.M. more credit.

Both coaches had a great and successful 2006-2007, but can we give some more respect for Eric Mangini?!

 Bottom line

I would like to see any of the other NFL coaches go onto an organization, sharing a stadium with another team, with no youth, no "all-stars" and bad chemisty, and lead them into the playoffs, out of the AFC East. I know more coaches could do that in New Orleans. It sure would be an easier task to take the 06-07 Saints to the playoffs outta the frickin NFC, rather than the J-E-T-S from the AFC east.

Gimme some honest feedback, ey?