The Nigh Seen Creeder

Remember the scene in Pulp Fiction in which Vincent and Jules show up at the back door of Marsalis Wallace's nightclub following the "Jimmy situation"? When the bartender opens the door, he finds Vincent and Jules bedecked in T-shirts and mid-1980s-style shorts. The bartender asks in an excited tone, "What's up with them clothes?" Remember?

When I turned on the Titans-Colts game last night to find the Titans clad from head-to-toe in powder blue uniforms, I asked myself, "What's up with them clothes? Okay, so I threw in an expletive as well. The underlying question remained the same. Then I asked myself another question, which I asked aloud this time to no one in particular: "Who in God's name decided that all-powder blue uniforms are a good idea?"

As last night's game unfolded, I kept waiting for a gaggle of men -- some sporting a Jeff Fisher fit-for-a-porn-star mustache -- to emerge wearing wigs and ill-fitting cheerleader outfits to cheer on the powderpuff, er, powder blue Titans from Tennessee. Again, who on earth decided that the Titans would take the field in such garishly ugly uniforms?!

Since the Titans kicked the crap out of the Colts, I fear the Titans players may develop a superstitious attachment to the, ahem, unique uniform combo in which they took the field last night. If that is indeed the case, I will be forced to dust off the Pittsburgh Steelers cap that's been languishing in my closet since immediately after the successful NFL Yes! campaign of a decade ago. (Black and gold is a manly color scheme, n'est-ce pas?!)