The 2008 NFL season is about to launch a week from now, and Adultfyi is again recruiting for another football pool. This will be the sixth season for it and possibly a time for reflection, beginning with some events that took serious root with far reaching implications a year ago.

I don’t know about you, but the joy of last year was marred for me somewhat in the simple fact that Joltin’ Joe Theisman, master of the obvious, was no longer around on Monday night football to call it as he saw it.

Which simply meant that there’d be no one of infinite wisdom and capacity to tell you that the team down by 21 points midway through the fourth quarter would have to start putting points on the board in a hurry.

Instead, Joe’s spot on the ESPN hallowed rostrum was taken by Ron Jaworski, the grinning, erstwhile quarterback for the Philadelphia Eagles.

As a useless footnote to all this, Jaworski, who also manages golf courses in the Philly area, was traded illegally to the Birds from the LA Rams but no one seemed to notice or care at the time. Jaworski subsequently took the Eagles to the Super Bowl and was named Player of the Year that year.

However what Jaworski adds to the elements and understanding of a game of football, nowadays, is often as mystifying as Paula Abdul’s contributions to American Idol.

Which leads me to my Ron Jaworski story, about the night I met him in a south Jersey niteclub. To be perfectly honest, met is not exactly the accurate word in this context.

Jaworski was hanging out in this joint called Blavat’s in Pennsauken on the Route 130 circle. Blavat, being Jerry Blavat, a Philly deejay better known as the The Geator with the Heater, the Boss with the Hot Sauce. The hot sauce part you can pretty much figure out, but I never quite understood the essence of Geator, and I didn’t know anyone else who did.

Whether Blavat actually owned that club is another matter that corporate shelters and tax dodges can better explain. But there was Jaworski as big as life drinking beer out of a bottle. Or at least that’s the way I remember it. Jaworski was also decked out in a suit like he was going to a funeral.

And my story is pretty simple after this. I go to the mensroom to relieve my heater and who walks in right after me but Jaworski. Fate puts us shoulder to shoulder to take a piss. It was a long, silent piss for both of us because the general rule is you don’t strike up a conversation with another guy in a urinal unless you’ve shared foxholes together in Vietnam.

So I said nothing. And that’s pretty much my only NFL player story other than the time I met this guy from the Oakland Raiders who came into Extreme Associates one afternoon. But I think he was arrested months later and was kicked off the team.

In any event, if you want to be a part of this season’s football action, email me at [email protected] to confirm a spot. And if you’re a returning member, please don’t assume I have your current email address. I need you to respond as well.