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The Blind Leading The Blind What with the mugging, maiming and mouthing off, NFL '99 has been tough to watch

"The Federal Communications Commission has proposed that
broadcasters be required to adopt technology allowing the blind
to follow the action on television by listening to a narrator
describe it...on a secondary audio channel." --THE NEW YORK TIMES

No vision? No problem! No sight? No sweat! Now, for the first
time, you can "watch" the NFL, with audio closed-captioning for
the visually impaired! See B.S.! Next, on CBS!

You are "looking" live at a football warrior. Ever been to a
petting zoo and felt the armor of an armadillo? The man on your
screen has a similar carapace encasing his cranium--a
protective, rain-repellent shell constructed of shiny space-age
polymers. Helmet? Hell no! You are looking at Dolphins coach
Jimmy Johnson!

His placekicker is teeing up the controversial K ball. Ever held
a wiener dog? The long and narrow K ball resembles a dachshund.
Only you can't kick it as far. Think of every shoddy product
ever preceded by a K and roll them into one: K-Tel records, Army
K rations, the NFL K ball. Get the picture? It's K-rrrap!

Touchdown, Jets! Keyshawn Johnson celebrates by pretending to
slash his own throat. Simulated self-decapitation will hereafter
cost him $2,500. Other players pretending to give themselves a
Colombian Necktie include Dolphins defensive back Sam Madison.
His troubled teammate, Dimitrius Underwood, slashed his own
throat for real in September. So how tasteless is this Madison?
Try the Chinese chicken salad served on U.S. Airways!

Relax! The shot you just heard was the halftime gun. Really!
When last we looked, Panthers wide receiver Rae Carruth--charged
last week in the drive-by shooting of his pregnant
girlfriend--was still being held on $3 million bond. (Say what?
There is no halftime gun? They use a whistle? Be afraid. Be very

Let's check highlights from around the league! Wait, there are
none! Every skill player in the NFL is sidelined with a
concussion. Here you see unsuspecting Packers receiver Antonio
Freeman--who is nowhere near a football--brutally coldcocked by
Lions free safety Mark Carrier. Ever ski into a tree at 100
miles an hour? It's like that, only the tree is also skiing at

In four short hours, the game is over. But the action is just
beginning! After the euphoria of, say, Jacksonville's 6-3
victory over Baltimore--ever listen to paint dry, hear grass
grow?--players link hands, bow heads and kneel at midfield.
Prayer circle? Guess again! They're huddled in self-defense
against missile-throwing fans! Ever been caught in
softball-sized hail? Had frozen airplane waste fall on you from
12,000 feet? Been cussed, then concussed, while leaving the
office? That's Mile High Stadium after spectators have hurled
battery-laden snowballs on Monday Night Football. "See" what
you've been missing?

At least the Broncos won't three-peat as champions. Good news!
Because their uniforms resemble--how to put this?--double-knit
vomit. Instead, the Super Bowl is looking a lot like Rams vs.
Jaguars! Though the Titans or Colts may yet prevail! Whatever
happens, you'll "see" all the action from St. Louis and
Jacksonville, from Nashville and Indianapolis, leaving only one
mystery unrevealed, one question to be answered: Haven't you
suffered enough?