I'm scared too...

You know me, I'm the guy in the bar who is watching a game, only he's in the bar simply because he roots for an out-of-town team and desperately needs to see his team, in every game, for every minute. That's a commitment that most fans we know are not willing to make. The fans in this city, I'd imagine that they see more coverage of the Giants than Giants' games. They all sound like the commentators and analysts, or worst yet, ESPN's commentators and analysts.


I watch the games.


I watch all of the games and I record them and review them while I clean my apartment. I know how many check-downs Tony Romo makes on a third down, and I see when he gives up on plays and throw to Witten (every week, him and him). I make my own assumptions without the help of the media.


My main observation? Terrell Owens needed to be the center of any offensive explosions that the Dallas Cowboys had in the last three years. This was because defenses' attention to him allowed for anyone on the team with adequate talent to shine and for Mr. Romo to exploit any good pass protection he received and to produce at a Pro Bowl level. When Mr. Owens was single covered, or left to run in space, he was a player that streaked across the field and caught bombs and was dancing before the defense even knew the ball was in the air.


And because I know this, and anyone with eyes knows this and especially because Mr. Owens knows this, he has been utilized in every situation he's ever played in, except for this one. Jason Garrett is an absolutely silly coordinator with a play-calling scheme that's easy to commit to memory after watching two of their offensive series. His methods, his mission, his style, have all left this team stagnant. It has adversely effected the defense as always happens in football. Mr. Owens was locked in a cage of terrible plays, every drive was shorter than the last, and a good front seven had to work miracles (including the amazing 14-9 win against the Buccaneers), the secondary was (cough) the Dallas secondary. Mr. Garrett's misuse of Mr. Owens is disgusting, and there is no better judge of that than Mr. Owens himself.


But as a fan, and I rarely speak as a fan, Terrell Owens has never raped a woman or dragged his girlfriend down a flight of stairs; Terrell Owens has never dragged a traffic policewoman with his car; Terrell Owens has never ordered a mob-style hit on a fellow night club goer; and Terrell Owens has never shot himself in the leg because he was carrying a handgun in his sweatpants and was running up a flight of stairs.


He merely and sincerely knows that if unleashed, he can not be stopped. Look back to his years where you felt he was simply unleashed. Think of the 2004-2005 season. Look at the numbers. You will need to remind yourself to take some deep breaths.


And because of all of this, you think he's selfish. No, he just knows. What the Cowboys are doing now is what Larry Brown did to Lebron James in the 2004 Summer Olympics, and this idiocy is the reason both teams lost.


So when you see me at Coppersmith's next year, the frowned look of a disgusted dad on my face, watching the biggest abomination of a football team that anyone did see, hoping that Keith Brooking will make a tackle, or something, remember that I said that this team is obviously building for the salary cap-less season coming in two years. Tell my waitress Ariana that I need a fresh drink, and come chat with me about how I've figured them out. They're making a move, and shedding the brand new Bowflex they never used, because they never had the inner determination to exercise like a real human being, the money they paid for that machine and to that noble cause of fitness is penance enough for not completing the deed. It is, as most things are with this organization, backward.


And ESPN beat reporters need to go away, and maybe work for TMZ, or some organization like that. I'd imagine that it was a bunch of ESPN beat reporters who killed princess Diana.

A little about myself...

Michael Emmanuel is a man of some serious conviction, however irrelevant those convictions may be to the outside world. His personal triumphs are special to him. Learning new things has become his most enthusiastic passion in recent years. His main objective is to turn his personal triumphs in writing into short stories and novels that are understood to be of artistic merit in the public eye. He believes that he can do this because his stories and novels will appeal to all looking for perfection in literature. He feels that there will be action and sex for readers who need those things, chaos and originality for others, structure and versatility for the rest. He wants these things to be his direct and lasting contribution to the world, and he'd just like to be acknowledged sooner rather than posthumously. It is important to him that he see his effect on the people, that he know that there is more reason to do this than simply to display talent. He wants to build a long list of lasting literary impressions. He wants to write things that read like pieces of music. He wants to one day write a novel that reads like a three-week loop of Bob James' "Nautilus" that sounds better each day. He wants to build and create things that stand on their own, without him. People feel the greatest joy in creating life, he wants to create life on paper, not only through the life of plots, but with the complete cohesive chaos of styles and techniques in his work. He wants you to lie down and intoxicate yourself with your favorite biting beverage or hallucinogen and read his work, never knowing what is intoxicating you more. He wants you to fall asleep with that feeling. He wants you to dream as his characters dreamed, and wake up wondering what this man, this writer from New York City was really trying to tell you.

Many Thanks...

There's a whole lot of appreciation within me for those of you who read



"The Fictional Story of Manny Ramirez"





I fully believe that this is the first truly special story I've written and I hope to write many more this year. If you haven't read it, please do read it. It was one of the most enjoyable things I've ever done, much less written. If you have read it, and you feel that it is worthy of press, please pass it on to anyone you feel can help it see its true potential.

There will be another great read coming to you shortly.

-Mike