For all you bean-counting NFL fans out there, this one's for you. The NFL is going to unveil the 2012 salary cap amount on Monday. We can only hope that they'll pull a velvet rope, which will pull a sheet off a huge sculpture of the final dollar amount, while bells clang and lights flash and confetti falls from the sky. Maybe Roger Goodell can "raise the roof" while "For the Love of Money" by the O'Jays blares over the loudspeakers. We can only hope.
Anyway, the salary cap, when announced, is expected to be $120.6 million, according to Mike Florio of ProFootballTalk by way of Jay Glazer. That number is only marginally above the 2011 salary cap of $120.375 million.
This largely means nothing, of course. This year will be much like last year, which will pretty much resemble the year before. It's all just going to be football, man.
But what I think would be really awesome -- other than the scenario outlined above the jump, which I have now amended in my mind's eye to include John Elway doing the Roger Rabbit while Ray Anderson executes a surprisingly enthusiastic Worm -- would be if the salary cap suddenly plummeted in one random year out of every, say, six or seven.
Imagine it: Goodell strolls out to the podium in 2015 and everyone's looking nervous. Will this be the year we all get screwed? He takes out his notes and shoots a sly smile to Jerry Jones. He clears his throat. "This year's salaray cap will be set at ... " He takes a long pause, while Robert Kraft nervously twists his handkerchief. " ... 40 MILLION DOLLARS Y'ALL." He drops the mic and walks out while the room reacts like the New York Jets just announced a first-round fullback pick.
I think we can all agree: football would be way more awesome if I ran it. It would certainly feature way more instances of press conferences devolving into the Ed Lover dance.
