I loved listening to Gary Burbank back on WLW as a teen in Cincy. One of my favorite bits was a soap opera called "All My Bengals". Now keep in mind this was during the Gregg and Wyche era, the team was actually fair to great during that period of time.
However, Mr. Burbank was a soothsayer. Starting with Stanley Wilson getting caught using coke before Super Bowl XXIII, and then Paul Brown's death in 1991, the Bengal became the Bungals. As the English say, it all went pear shaped.
So when I saw the news about the pot bust yesterday, I just sighed. It's become the new normal for the Bengals. I'm surprised that Cincy hasn't tried to run the team out of town. I hear LA's looking for a team.
Nonetheless, I hope they can kick Niner ass on Sunday. Don't think they'll do it, but it'll help heal my bitterness over the two Super Bowl losses.
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