Hey Carolina, London’s calling

Let me be among the first to spread the rumor that the Carolina Panthers will move to London and play their home games at Wembley Stadium.

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Sure, it’s probably a ridiculous rumor, but we live in a ridiculous world where truth is optional, so I’m gonna go with it.

Jerry Richardson, who made his coin in the food services industry and owns the Charlotte-based NFL team, announced that he was selling the franchise at the end of the season.

It was an abrupt move and comes on the heels of workplace misconduct allegations against the 81-year old; the NFL is currently investigating the charges.

Richardson didn’t mention the allegations in his statement about the sale, but Sports Illustrated published an article detailing them. Let’s just say they mostly fall into the “creepy, sexist, racist old man” category and move on to the main point of this column, which is expansion of pro football’s biggest league beyond the United States.

Commissioner Roger Goodell insists that the circuit doesn’t like to move teams, but he and his cabal of owners must not hate it too much.

This season alone the Rams returned to Los Angeles from St. Louis and the Chargers left San Diego for L.A., the city they started in as an American Football League franchise in 1960.

And the Oakland Raiders are heading to Las Vegas, probably no later than 2019.

But as much talk as there’s been about a team in London – and there’s been a lot – no situation has existed that made a move across the pond as likely.

Until now.

The Panthers have been in the NFL for 22 seasons, played in two Super Bowls, and have established themselves as a solid franchise in a thriving city with a nice fan base.

But …

The Panthers are still “young” in the sense that their roots and legacy do not date back to the formative days of the NFL. While the rest of the league’s owners would recoil at the suggestion the Bears move from Chicago or the Giants from New York/New Jersey, uprooting a modern expansion team and sending it to England might seem more palatable.

Now before I push this theory any further, let me say I think placing a franchise in London – or anywhere overseas – is ridiculous as a standalone move.

Scheduling will be a nightmare and create a huge hardship on players based in London, who would have to make transatlantic flights eight times over a 16-game regular season schedule.

Logistically, it makes no sense.

If the NFL wanted to do it right, it would need to expand to at least 40 teams and create two, five-team international divisions. It still wouldn’t be perfect, but far more reasonable than having one outlier.

A number of suitors are already lining up and I assume most who come along will want to keep the team in the Carolinas. As someone who lives in Greenville, South Carolina, I truly hope that happens.

Although I’m a Jets fan, it’s much more convenient to drive 100 miles to Bank of America Stadium on a Sunday morning than to make the 718-mile trek to MetLife Stadium in New Jersey.

And despite music mogul P Diddy’s tongue-in-cheek interest in buying what he calls the “North Carolina Panthers,” Richardson said there will be no negotiations or inquiries about the sale until the end of this season.

By the looks of things, that season will extend beyond 16 games. The Panthers are 10-4 and currently situated as a No. 5 seed in the NFC playoff picture.

When it does end, though, it’ll be interesting to see if any kind of London-based group is in play.

Back in September Mark Waller, the NFL’s executive vice president of its international division, suggested that having a team in London by 2022 was a distinct possibility.

“Absolutely,” Waller told Albert Breer of Sports Illustrated. “And that aligns well from a CBA and union standpoint—that would need to be part of a union agreement. Not to say we couldn’t bargain it separately, but obviously if we’re doing it around that time, that would make sense.”

The 2022 season is still off in the distance, but come January (or early February) there will be only one franchise in a position to make the move.

And here’s a little tidbit for you; that team is contractually obligated to stay in Charlotte only until June, 2019.

I wonder if anyone has already copyrighted London Panthers?

Clueless Movie Review: Star Wars: The Last Jedi

By Scott Adamson
Esteemed Film Critic

“Star Wars: The Last Jedi,” is the latest sequel in the long line of sequels that involve wars that take place among the stars.

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At its core it’s a morality play about good, evil and special effects.

Just like the last movie, “Star Wars: The Force Awakens,” this movie stars Daisy Ridley as Rey, who is so poor she can’t afford a last name, and that guy who used to be on the HBO show “Girls” as Kylo Ren, who is like Darth Vader only thinner and with a relatively normal face.

Plus, he also speaks in his own voice, whereas the guy who played Darth Vader in the other movies had his voice dubbed by the man who says, “This Is CNN.”

John Boyega reprises his role as Huck Finn and Oscar Issac returns as Edgar Allan Poe.

Supreme Leader Snoke is portrayed by Caesar from “The Planet of the Apes” trilogy.

Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill) is also in the movie but mostly walks around in a robe because he’s retired.

Princess Leia (Carrie Fisher) is now more like a CEO or supervisor, but the robots and Bigfoot, which have been part of all 16 movies, are still the same and make fun noises for the kids to enjoy.

Bigfoot sounds like an elephant with a sinus infection.

Anyway, you’ll remember from the last movie that Rey was coming to grips with “The Force,” which is like a religion that allows you elevate things.

(It would be similar to going to a Joel Osteen show and seeing him float the collection plate across every aisle).

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In this thrilling installment, spaceships fly through space and people play with laser guns and light sabers. There are plenty of well-choreographed fight scenes as well, which involve the kind of extraneous jumping and twisting not seen since “Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo.”

And while it sounds derivative, it’s important to note that in the early Star Wars movies the Rebel Alliance fought the Galactic Empire and in the modern sequels, the First Order fights the Resistance.

The only similarities, other than the fact the Galactic Empire is just like the First Order and the Rebel Alliance is identical to the Resistance, is that the Stormtroopers are still the bad guys.

It’s never addressed in the movie, but I’m assuming when the Galactic Empire folded its first order of business was to sell the Stormtroopers to the First Order.

Is this movie “Citizen Kane?”

No.

“Citizen Kane” was made in 1941 and just about every star who was in it is now dead.

But if you want to spend three hours at the theater enjoying escapist entertainment, then see “Star Wars: The Last Jedi.”

Or “Justice League.”

Or “Thor: Ragnarok.”

Or “Ferdinand.”

Or “Coco.”

Jim Bakker has a great end-of-days food deal for you

Remember Jim Bakker?

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He’s the con man (aka TV evangelist) who used to run the PTL Club, which was funded in large part by gullible people who felt the need to send Jim their money so he could spread whatever people like him spread.

There was a sex scandal (isn’t there always?) that knocked him off his perch, and ultimately he went to prison for embezzlement. Seems his luxury hotel and theme park in Charlotte – Heritage USA – was simply a way for Jim to help Jim, so he bilked cult members (I’m sorry … I meant followers) out of a whole lot of Benjamins.

Anyway, he was indicted in 1988 on eight counts of mail fraud, 15 counts of wire fraud and one count of conspiracy, and convicted of them all. Bakker was sentenced to 45 years in prison but wound up serving only five.

And you know what that means.

He’s back!

Yep, much like major league baseball managers who get fired and then re-hired, TV evangelists never truly go away until they croak.

And now ol’ Jim is once again broadcasting “live from the Ozark Mountains.” This time, though, his shtick is doomsday prophecy.

At PTL he was a prosperity gospel pioneer. And darn it, he was almost elfin –­ talking really, really nice to his TV audience in hopes they’d sacrifice buying food for their child that week in order to send the Lord some cash. But since the Lord has no checking account, Jim was glad to handle His finances.

These days, though, it’s all doom and gloom, and his guests include an all-star lineup of the nuckin’ futz. It’s like what would happen if Alex Jones ran a church.

The bottom line message is that the end times are at hand, and soon the world will be engulfed in flames while giant CGI creatures turn earth into an unimaginable hellscape. Jim is now bearded and fully gray, so when he bears the horrible news, he looks serious doing so.

But hey, you still gotta eat, right?

And Jim’s still gotta have your money.

So before it’s all consumed by demons and monsters, you need to stock up on supplies.

And, oh, what wonderful supplies Jim has for you!

The best are his Emergency Food Buckets, which are guaranteed to have a shelf life of 25 years.

One deliciously good deal is the $175 deluxe bucket that features a total of 374 servings of “savory, tasty food.”

So, while the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (Death, Famine, War and Conquest) battle it out with the Four Horsemen of Notre Dame (Harry Stuhldreher, Don Miller, Jim Crowley, and Elmer Layden), you’ll be eating like kings and queens.

This is assuming, of course, that kings and queens enjoy shit you have to rehydrate to eat, but who knows? Maybe they do.

(Perhaps we had it all wrong and what Marie Antoinette actually said was, “Let them eat MREs.”)

There’s also a 30-day “Fiesta Bucket” for the low, end-of-days price of $100.

This is for those of us who want to spend our last days enjoying Mexican food. And let’s be honest – when that giant sea  creature comes on the land and starts wreaking havoc, there ain’t gonna be no Taco Bells open.

But really, these are all just quick fixes that won’t be nearly enough to see you through the tribulation.

Nope.

If you’re in the end times for the long haul, I suggest you go with the $3,700 “Time of Trouble Tasty Pantry Deluxe” plan.

This features 10,472 servings (that’s seven years of food, according to Brother Jim) and it’s a $10,995 value.

But wait!

There’s more!

If you act now, you’ll also receive the “Birthday Gift To Baby Jesus Shocking Prophecies” DVD as well as 12 Christmas ornaments.

So while you’re eating powdered eggs and a substance that has a faint bacon taste, you can scare the crap out of the kiddies by watching sin porn – and decorating the tree.

By the way, the 12 free ornaments are “randomly chosen” so there’s no way of knowing what you’ll wind up with. But for nearly four grand, there by God better be an angel tree topper in there somewhere.

Now in fairness to Jim, he wants to do more than just feed you.

His store also features fuel, generators, tools, medical supplies – pretty much everything you’ll need to fight off the hounds of hell. And you can do it on a full stomach thanks to these mighty fine food buckets.

However, you need to act fast.

Jim is pretty sure the world is going to end in his lifetime.

And I’m pretty sure he needs you to help pay for his new swimming pool before it does.