The NFL+Phish=Bad Vibes

Phish meets the NFL. Dogs and cats, living together. Two of Peter Richmond's favorite things collide and he doesn't dig it:

What if you had two overriding passions that eclipsed everything else in your life, including your family (as they'd surely attest), and each passion (or, to be frank, religion) represented the two totally opposite sides of your bipolar psyche, and somehow balanced it into sanity…and, surreally, they then decided to collaborate?

How could this be a good thing? Look at it this way: If your beloved old family physician let drop that he was dating Lady Gaga would it make you feel warm and fuzzy? So: When your favorite Pentagonian/George Patton-inspired sporting corporation, whose 32 franchises are largely symbolized by drunks who take off their shirts in blizzards and then beat people up in the parking lot because they're wearing apostatic jerseys, enlists, in a marketing moment, your favorite anarchic jam and, which is largely symbolized by a few million stoners who believe in nothing except the axiom "Rules Are Irrelevant"…what else could this mean other than that the universe has collapsed into itself? That The End f Days was upon us?

The specifics: On New Year's Eve morning, and the following afternoon, ESPN2 will air an NFL Films segment about how Seattle Seahawk fans have adopted a Phish song. Which said event tears a hole in the universe.

[Photo Via: N.Y. Daily News]