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BUNGALS TRIVIA

When was the last time a BUNGALS defensive player tackled an opponent when the opponent DIDN’T keep advancing the ball FORWARD???

When was the last time ANYONE on the BUNGALS showed even a modicum of enthusiasm???

When was the last time ANY half-assed knowledgeable BUNGALS REALLY believed in this organization ability to turn things around and make things better???

WHEN and HOW will this atrocity end???

WHEN and HOW will Marvin Lewis quit or get fired???

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Hang in there Bengal fans.

Chris Henry will be back in Week 5.

That will open up the run offense and give Carson more options.

Oh yea, Carson hasn’t had enough time today to look at ONE receiver, much less a second or third.

Too bad we didn’t need Willie for a backup.

Too bad Marvin can install any discipline.

Too bad Mikey Boy still has the reins to this organization.

Too bad this is the worst organization in the NFL.

Too bad it’s gotten to the point I don’t think I even care!!!

Get out the “Way Back Machine” Mr. Peabody and let’s travel in time to 1988.

 The Reds were hosting the All-Star Game that summer, and the Sunday before the break an article appearing the Enquirer quoted Reds’ LF Kal Daniels as stating he was going to be a “man on a mission” during the second half of the season.

Although not intentional, my buddy and I found ourselves standing in the Blue Level concourse in left field enjoying a few marquaritas prior to game time.

 Neither myself nor my buddy were big Kal Daniels fans and each inning when he came out to left field we began, for whatever stupid reason (maybe it was the alcohol) (ya think?) yelling/chanting out the Mission Impossible theme.

 You know, dunt, dunt, da da da ,dunt dunt, da da da dunt.

 Anyway, this went on for I swear seven innings. (Alcohol was much more affordable at the Yard in those days) And each time Daniels would give us the “I’m a bad****” stare because he knew we were giving him hell. But it was also just as obvious that he didn’t have a clue what we were giving him hell about.

 So here he comes out for the eighth inning, and once again we start in with the Mission Impossible thing and it was clear he now knew what we were doing. And then he turned completely around, looked straight at us while giving us the ultimate ****-eating grin and flipped us off.

 My buddy and I both laughed so hard we thought we were going to piss ourselves because it was almost certain that he had finally had to ask someone in the dugout, who in turn had to explain to him what the hell we had meant by doing the Mission Impossible thing.

 A priceless moment, at least for us.

Is there anything worse or more disheartening in the world of sports than watching an aging Superstar struggle in his declining years?

 Maybe it’s because it reminds each of us of our own mortality.

 After all, if our heroes age, then of course so must we.