Passion = Truth? How Jeffrey James Francis Ircink Sees The World? I love when people are passionate about something. That surging of emotion is the one honest measure of what truth is. It's a truthful display of how a person really feels about something or someone at that particular moment. That passion IS truth.

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Greendale, Wisconsin, United States
Ex-producer of THE REALLY FUNNY HORNY GOAT INTERNATIONAL SHORT FILM FESTIVAL, playwright, actor, singer, outdoorsman, blogger, amateur photog, observer & bitcher, Beach Boys groupie, Brett Favre fanatic, lover of everything Celtic and forever a member in the Tribe of HAIR. Spent most of my life in the Village of Waterford, a small town just outside of the Milwaukee suburbs. After 12 years in North Hollywood, Bel Air and Culver City, Cali, I moved back to Wisconsin in September 2009. No regrets - of moving to LA OR moving back to WI. Have traveled to Belfast, Ireland, Dayton (OH), Manhattan, Seattle, Cedar Rapids, New York, Miami and Sydney, Australia with my plays. Moved back into the Village of Greendale where I was born. Life is good.


Sunday, December 20, 2009

Desean Jackson is a dick.

I watched the Eagles' game last weekend and Jackson was running all over the Eagles' opponent. I don't care how good he is or how much money he makes (trying to head off that argument because sure is shit some dumb ass will say, "but he's really good and he makes a lot of money"). I'm tired of players showboating - of the dancing in the endzone and the Sharpies and the sombreros, etcetera. Score your TD, hand the fucking ball to the ref and go off and celebrate with your teammates. Leave the theatrics to the professionals, huh? And for those who say, "sports is entertainment", so is the music industry but those same people will rip on Eminem or Brittany or Jessica Simpson for the dumb shenanigans they pull off.
What brought this up was Jackson's performance last week. He caught a pass and ran into the endzone - while running the last 10-20 yards backwards. Then he goes to the sidelines and in his jubilation, he actually pushes away a teammate (not sure if it was a player or some staff member) while this teammate is congratulationing him. Psycho.
Did Jim Brown do this? Gale Sayers? Walter Payton? No. They didn't bother with the organ grinder monkey on the sidelines. They let their performance speak for itself. And I don't like it when the Minnesota Vikings' players do it either.
It's called "class". Don't get me wrong - there's a lot of class in the NFL. Unfortunately your Vicks and TO's and Mosses and Burresses and Travis Henry's and Cedric Benson's are the rotten apples that steal the headlines.
"No fun league"? Isn't cheering with your teammates, with other fans, having your team score a TD, having a beer and having your team win....isn't that good enough?
Vince Lombardi once said, "When you get into the endzone, ACT like you've been there before." Am I purist? Yes. I also have class.

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