Bumming around town with Bill Bumerton

Bumerton is a retired Navy fighter pilot who had been missing in action for several years while he traversed the globe looking for greener grass. He discovered the grass is only greener here (it’s blue in Kentucky), so he returned to again take charge of his 1954 green Hudson Hornet that had been in storage, refilled his pipe, and is continuing his smokin’ ways. Here is what he recently told us at the Sports Paper.

 

 

Richard Sherman

Richard Sherman is getting national attention for his emotional rant Sunday in a Fox Sports Network sideline interview vilifying talented 49ers wide  receiver Michael Crabtree and I say good for him. Most of the attention he is getting is critical of him for being a pompous ass, but  I dig it, Big Dawg, I think it’s great. We are so sensitive in this day and age of anybody who dares to say what they actually think for fear of not being political correct that seldom do we get the real truth. People hem and haw around their feelings, afraid to get bashed in social networks. I say, Big Dawg, let it all hang out. Let it go. Sherman made a great play knocking the  football away from Crabtree in the corner of the end zone to save what might have been a winning touchdown catch. Malcolm Smith caught the deflected pass for a game-winning interception,  sending the Seachickens to the Super Bowl, and Smith became the hero of the moment and deserved to say what he wanted to say. I repeat: I think it was great. About time somebody dares to tell it like it is. And Smith can back up his pompous ass, and he is pompous. But, so what  if he is? If Crabtree had caught that ball and the 49er would have kicked the extra point to win the game  24-23, you think Crabtree might have had something to say to Sherman? I think he would have. And I would have said the same thing: good for him. We get so afraid to say what we think that we are becoming a nation of lazy sheep. Sherman is a smart guy, a Stanford guy, and as long as he backs up the talk – walks the talk, so to speak – I say he can say what he wants. Let him be. Enjoy the ride  of a dominant Seachickens’ defense led by guys like Earl Thomas, Bobby Wagner, Michael Bennett, Kam Chancellor, K.J. Wright, Byron Maxwell and, of course, the mouse that roars, Sherman. In contrast to Sherman you have the 49ers Colin Kaepenick whose post-game interviews make him look like an insolent young teenager.  He needs to grow up, as one sports shock jock on TV suggested he will, just give him a few more years in the league.  It is apparent Kaepenick needs a personality makeup, at the very least. He’s  the face of the 49ers and somebody in that organization should send him to a charm school so he can learn the fine art of BSing the media. Then, once he gets that down, he might try telling it like it is like  Sherman. Now, Big Dawg, the long hard journey through all the media flack to get to the 48^th Super Bowl in MetLife Stadium in the New Jersey wastelands begins. That will be more  difficult than Crabtree catching a pass against the talkative Sherman. There will be more stories on this match-up  between the Seachickens and the Broncos in the next 13 days than Carter has liver pills. The flurry of news that will bury you will so overwhelm you that you won’t know your you-know-what from a hole in the ground. So just hide in a cave until game time on Feb. 2 because all you really need to know is  that it will be Peyton Manning against a Sherman-led Seachicken secondary. Whoever wins that match-up wins the game. The early  money is on Peyton, who will go down as the all-time great NFL quarterback. And there have been some great QBs in the history of the No Fun League. If the Seachickens win the match-up, and you just flew in from Mars and didn’t get to see the game, you will know they won because Richard Sherman in a national TV sideline interview will be saying Bronco wide receiver Demaryius Thomas is a piece of you-know-what. And I will think that is great.