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If you tell me you’ve played Madden Football and never done this, you’re lying.

If you tell me you’ve never put yourself on one of the teams, you’re lying. If you’re telling me you’ve never named the offensive linemen after fat guys you know, you’re lying. If you tell me you’ve  never tried to make an entire Madden team out of nothing but white guys, you’re lying. If you tell me you succeeded in making an entire Madden team out of white guys, and didn’t have to use really bad safeties as your cornerbacks, too, you’re lying. If you try to tell me you’ve never made an entire Madden team out of only guys named Johnson, you’re lying. If you tell me you’ve never tried to make an entire Madden team out of guys with apostrophes in the middle of their names, you’re lying. If you’re trying to tell me you made your own player in Madden, and he wasn’t a three-hundred pound sprinter, you’re lying.

And if you try to tell me that your first reaction when seeing the little Broncos on the screen above wasn’t, “Oh look, an entire team of Wes Welkers,” you’re lying.

Breaking Madden

[Update: Apparently the video was much, much too optimistic about the Broncos’ chances]

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. — Teddy Roosevelt

It wasn’t “Fantasy Football.” It wasn’t a concussion lawsuit. It wasn’t unsportsmanlike conduct after making a routine play. It wasn’t a holdout. It wasn’t a fine for the color of your socks. It wasn’t a seven dollar light beer in a dixie cup. It wasn’t a ten minute stoppage in play so the same official that got a call wrong could watch himself getting it wrong again on his own TV and then get it wronger.

What it was, was football.

Great Grabthar’s Hammer, what a catch.

Of course, no one touched him when he was on the ground. He should have been able to get up and run in for a score, but it appears as if the ref blew the play dead, assuming he had been touched. And then, get this, the player handed the ball to the ref and went to the huddle with his teammates. He didn’t posture and preen and dance around like a jerk. Wonders never cease in this world.