Random Musings about Alfred Malone

Is it the 1920s? I think Alfred Malone's name is better suited for that decade than the year 2009. I can picture an Alfred Malone in a speakeasy, leaning up against a mahogany bar, smoking a cigar, and sipping scotch. He'd hang out with people who look a little something like this:

(L-R) Charlie Peterson-banker, R.J. Wilkins-newspaper editor, Alfred Malone-lawyer, and James Hackensack-financier. Yes I just invented these descriptions. They felt right.

Instead, Alfred Malone is a Green Bay Packers defensive end who looks a little something like this:

I like to refer to him as Big Al. Maybe he looks so angry because he'd rather grow up in the 1920s.

Or maybe he just looks mad because he doesn't like when people speculate about his name.

That' s my cue. Peace out.

Chad Clifton isn't pretty.

Woof.

I'm sorry. I had to bark when I saw this photo. At first I assumed it was just a bad angle, but then I saw this one:

Yowza.

I hate to say it, but Chad Clifton ain't pretty. Maybe it's the teeth. Or the lifeless eyes. Perhaps he's not photogenic. Hey, I can relate to that.

Maybe I just need to see him face to face under Lambeau Field lights, though after publishing this post I probably won't want to do just that. If he reads this blog, I'll probably get a nice punch in the face.

I'm sure Chad Clifton takes solace in his millions of dollars, loving family, and sweet pro-football gig. Because he sure isn't finding it in his face. YEAH, I SAID IT!

Don't hurt me, Chad.