Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

I can't take it anymore.

I, as a sports fan in South Florida, can no longer handle the fact that Dorell Wright gets paid millions of dollars. I can't. It has officially sent me into an insane state.

I was already teetering on the brink of full-blown psychosis every time that I glanced at these remarkable numbers:

Career Season Averages

Holy crap.

This guy was a freaking first round pick! 19th overall! ARGGGHHHH!!! MAN, is he bad! It's mind-blowing! I know he's had a season where he underwent year-ending knee surgery. I don't care. Dorell Wright is a poor basketball player.

And I felt this way about him BEFORE his inexplicable DUI arrest!

He's pulled over swerving, he's clearly drunk, AND he knows he's driving on a suspended license. Thata boy, Dorell.

This is the same guy who apparently told CHILDREN at Tony Fiorentino's basketball camp last year that he had "a new lease on life" because he had two kids and was approaching life differently. Yeah, it definitely looks like it Dorell. I'm sure your kids are extremely proud of you after this. Getting wasted, getting behind the wheel, and driving on a suspended license at 3:30 in the morning is a VERY fatherly thing to do. (Thanks to JMP on the assist for the camp story)

Dorell Wright's time in Miami needs to end. Heat fans can only hope. He's a money drain and a waste of time. The term "potential" needs to be put to bed, and the word "bust" needs to be featured prominently when discussing this guy.

Thanks for nothing, Dorell.

Vikings fans, there's quite a decision coming up. Who will be your quarterback in 2010 with expectations sky-high? Take your pick!

DONOVAN McNABB:

Interceptions.

JAKE DELHOMME:

Interceptions.

SAGE ROSENFELS:

Bad.

DEREK ANDERSON:

Bad.

TARVARIS JACKSON:

Awful.

BRETT FAVRE:

Old. Hurt. Interceptions.

Enjoy more heartbreak Vikings fans. That's what you get for playing in that God-awful dome.

Buzz Bissinger, notorious blog-hater, would TOTALLY disapprove that I'm about to praise him in my, well, blog.

Buzz is arrogant, angry, and many times verbally petulant. That doesn't matter right now, however, because all of those qualities are what make the following so eloquent, so powerful, and so right.

His skewering words, courtesy of New Republic, on the insufferable, self-important Brett Favre are so brutally honest and so brutally true that they must be shouted from the mountain tops, repeated in the most public of forums, and published in the most popular of publications.

Please let the glory wash over you:

“Brett Favre wasn’t heroic. He was a hubristic fool. He wasn’t a warrior. He was an arrogant braggart who, whatever the homespun hokum of his Mississippi roots, perversely reveled in his pain to the point where his agent publicly disseminated pictures of his injuries like cheesecake photos–a deep-purple ankle lumpish and swollen, an equally deep-purple hamstring. The pictures did what Favre hoped they would: further reinforce his image as The Gladiator, The Samurai, The White Knight for whom guts in football, however stupid and wanton, is what counts.”

Amen, brother.

This is the most accurate paragraph ever written about Favre.

For the first time, bravo to Buzz Bissinger.

For anyone who says that the Olympics no longer matter, the debate following the death of Georgian luger Nodar Kumaritashvili is case in point that the Games are still relevant, news-worthy, and attention-grabbing. NBC's decision, initially, to show video of the doomed practice run has certainly peaked interest, even for a fleeting moment. That can't be argued.

But was NBC wrong for showing the footage? It times of tragedy, especially when death is involved, it's easy for sensitivity to kick in. The word respect gets kicked around a lot. It's the normal human reaction. Sympathy, sadness, compassion. It has all contributed to the outrage that some viewers felt when the images of the young man hurtling uncontrollably down the slick track first aired.

I get it. It's tough to stomach images like that, especially when you know what the outcome was. Death is the ultimate taboo, especially within the confines of athletic competition. It's very uncomfortable and very emotional...and in the spectrum of professional athletic international competition, it's news. News that should be reported and viewed.

NBC did exactly what they should have done following the failed practice run in Vancouver, and that's run a disclaimer and make the video available for public consumption. As the only broadcast network able to have any access to the Olympics, NBC's duty is to report and show images of the Games, and that's unfortunately what the Kumaritashvili accident is. An image. News. A major storyline of these Olympics.

Where was the outrage when Dale Earnhardt's #3 car careened into the wall at Daytona in 2001, an impact that killed him instantly? FOX replayed that image hundreds of times and there are literally hundreds of different videos all over the internet showing different perspectives and angles of the collision with the wall.

For years we've seen the graphic, disturbing, stomach-turning images of Hank Gathers dunking the basketball, stumbling just past the free throw line only to collapse and immediately begin convulsing, a heart condition taking his life. It's been replayed over and over, been prominent in numerous TV specials on Gathers, and is a widespread, availalble reminder of how quickly a life can be taken away.

Those instances are news. It's horrifying to see anyone die, let alone public figures in public forums. Unfortunately, it happens. When it does broadcast outlets have a duty to give the public the news. When NBC made the call to air the luge accident they produced news-worthy content. It's their job. There's nothing tasteless, wrong, or illegal about it. They hold the broadcast rights to the Olympic Games and they aired what is to now the biggest story of the first few days.

Death is tough to accept and seeing it happen is the worst sight another human being can see. That said, public fatalities, especially within athletic competition, constitute news. It's the job of news outlets to report on this, to perform their task of informing and providing content to the public to keep the masses in touch with the events of the day. NBC simply performed it's duty as the sole carrier of the Winter Olympics.

I don't get it.

I truly don't.

Every time that strong-handed, thick-headed, power-mongering NFL commissioner Roger Goodell opens his mouth about the Sun Life Stadium/Super Bowl situation, it angers me more and more.

Goodell doesn't like the stadium. He doesn't like the South Florida weather (WTF?). He seems to have an agenda against the region. It sounds crazy but everytime he continues to criticize what the Miami/Fort Lauderdale/West Palm Beach region has to offer, I take it as a personal shot at the place that I call home.

Goodell wants a ridiculous glass roof over Sun Life Stadium to protect the fans from rain, yet he's made no such request for Raymond James Stadum in Tampa. Goodell has an issue with the weather down here (which still mystifies me to no end), yet New Jersey will have a chance to bid for the 2014 Super Bowl. Miami has hosted more Super Bowls than any other city and no other NFL commissioner has had a problem with South Florida...until Goodell.

This shouldn't be surprising, though. This is a man who loves to play God. Whether it's the livelihoods of the athletes that play under his rule, the rules of the game that have been horrifically skewed with him in charge, or his high-jacking of the Super Bowl process, the league is as rigid and as lame as ever. I know, I know. The NFL's ratings have never been higher. Americans have an insatiable need for football. I understand that. That doesn't mean that the league isn't taking a dangerous path towards alienating fans by not having a personality.

Miami and South Florida has an aura. A feel. Diversity, culture, a tropical climate (which yes, includes rain sometimes), and a nightlife second to none ANYWHERE in the United States of America, not to mention one of the best in the world. To hear Goodell's threats of no Super Bowl to South Florida because of rain that occurred for a half of football three years ago is not only offensive, but it sells the NFL short.

Goodell putting an onus on the Dolphins and the residents of South Florida to come up with the money to put a roof over a stadium that is located in a climate that averages 81 degrees annually is preposterous to Gary Bettman levels - if you want to compare pro commissioners. Goodell is dumping a heinous request on a region already clobbered by the awful economy and is basically black-mailing an entire area of the country for no particular reason. It's unprofessional, unintelligent, and non-sensical.

That's fine, Roger. Have your Detroit Super Bowl. Your Jersey Super Bowl. Your Houston Super Bowl. Your Indianapolis Super Bowl. NONE of those cities feature the spirit of South Florida, the excitement, the special feel. Those brand new stadiums sure are beautiful, but the Super Bowl is more than the game.

I know it's very important to Goodell to protect the big-wigs from a little rain every once in awhile, but the weeks leading up to the game are as much about the actual experience than what happens between the white lines. No place in America tops Miami, Pasadena, or San Diego. With all three of those cities now seemingly out of the running until new stadiums are built, or improvements are made, the Super Bowl becomes a corporate bore-fest, which is basically what the NFL is in the process of becoming.

God forbid, at any point, the NFL championship has to be decided in the elements. The league has always prided itself on it's tough players, it's ability to have the game played in the harshest conditions, the quirkiness and fortitude that sets it apart from every other significat pro league in America. It makes sense, though, that Goodell would have a problem with that considering he's already wussified the league to levels never before seen, an NFL where quarterbacks can't be hit and cornerbacks can't even touch wide receivers.

Neglect South Florida if you must Roger Goodell, but know that the region doesn't NEED your game. This is a tourist hot-bed that does just fine in the winter months without your two-week carnival.

Do everyone a favor. Focus on the league's impending crushing legal issues as much as you obsess over a glass monstrosity over Sun Life Stadium.

As we prepare for today's big day (what's going on next weekend), I figured it would be nice to give proper perspective to where the NFL Pro Bowl sits in the hierarchy of American sports. After much thought, this is what I came up with. The Pro Bowl is comparable to:

-SWAC softball media day

-the WNBA draft

-the Bell Micro LPGA Classic in Mobile, Alabama

-the Senior Bowl

-NFL Rookie mini-camp

-The World Series (of birding)

-World Championship Watermelon Seed Spit (Luling, TX...sweet God)

NFL fans, enjoy today! May Dolphins K Dan Carpenter steal the show!

Pro Bowl Sunday! Live it! Love it! Zzzzzz.