This is the archive for February 2008
Eduardo's Floppy Foot
Every time I see this injury, I'm in real danger of spraying the room with half-digested cornflakes, so I thought I'd share it with you (you can thank me later). However, the news that Arsenal's Brazilian-born Croatian striker Eduardo is going to be out for nine months got me thinking about what he could do during that period of recovery. Then I remembered how shit my team, Newcastle, are at the moment, and it suddenly made perfect sense. He should play up front for Newcastle. Even in a wheelchair he'd be better than the bunch of jokers we've got at the moment. While we're at it, we'll have Professor Stephen Hawkin in goal.
I haz a doodle
I don't know how I Can Has Cheezburger got a picture of Stephen A. Smith, but they sure caught him in all his squirrelly glory.
When it a whiteout not a whiteout?
For the record, Mr. Irrelevant, a whiteout is only a whiteout when all five white players on the floor at one time are worth a damn. Five guard-sized walk-ons and JV players is NOT and NEVER will be a whiteout. That's just clearing the bench and getting the non-scholarship players involved.
(as it turns out, it wasn't Mr. I who called it a whiteout, but I'll be damned if I can remember who. But I got the image from over there, so... fuck it. I'll fix it when I can undumb myself enough to remember where I saw it called a whiteout.)
The Move That Was That Wasn't.
For the past 48 hours, since word of the Kidd homecoming to Dallas broke and then the 24 hours after the fact when Devean George decided keeping his right to make money in the summer was more important than ‘going along’ to Jersey…we painted him as the bad guy. The selfish one who is putting his own needs before the team’s, preventing the team from getting better. I’ll get to that in a second, but as I sit here and just concluded reading something, there’s one person who will inevitably get the finger of blame if this falls through. Who you ask? Stackhouse. In what may go down as the biggest ‘foot in the mouth’ moment in Mavericks history, Stack’s revelation of the side deal which would end up in the Nets buying out Stack’s contract allowing Stack to return to Dallas in a month is raising the ire of MANY GMs around the league and now has NBA’s Big Brother looking into things. And if you’re a Mavericks fan, a true one, pray they nip this thing in the bud. You don’t want this trade going through for the following reasons…
A) You don’t want to part with Devin Harris. Yes, you’re getting the Prodigal Kidd back, but this is about 15 years or so after his initial stay there which didn’t end too well. Devin’s younger, better and will develop into a true force in this league given time. With Kidd, you’re getting someone who gives you toughness, but not much else. On offense, he’s a facilitator and not much more as his jump shot’s too erratic. Defensively…well, I hope you enjoy watching Parker and other PG brethren burn by ya, cause that’s going to happen A LOT with Kidd on them.
B) Cubes had it dead on when he said this would cost about half the team. Included in that is your other best interior threat, which you don’t want to lose now that Phoenix has Shaq and Bynum’s playing like he’s not only got a set, but skills to go along with it. One of the few things Dallas has going for it is the depth on their bench. That would be pretty much lost if this goes through as scripted.
C) Probably most important of all, this doesn’t get you any closer to the Lakers, Suns or Spurs out West. Hell, it barely gets you close enough to catch the front running Hornets. Last year, you were exposed as a team that couldn’t run with someone who was just as quick and infinitely tougher than you were. Think Kidd’s going to change that all on his own? No. Dirk’s still softer than Charmin and in case any of you didn’t realize it, the Nets had some pretty tough hombres on that roster that won two straight conference titles in 02 and 03. There are no K-Marts on this team.
But thanks to Stackhouse basically telling the world about how he’s going to resign with the Mavs after being bought out by the Nets (presuming they would do it in the first place), perhaps people can stop trying to take aim at Devean. Oh and as far as Devean goes, you can’t knock a man for looking out for his best interest when his team isn’t. It’s business, not personal. So even if this thing goes off without a hitch, if Devean changes his mind and the like, what then? If the Mavs don’t catch the Hornets, I see another one and done in their future. If things stopped now, the Mavs would be staring at Kobe Bauer and the Lake Show. Kobe’s focused like never before and I think even without Bynum in a 7 game set, the Lakers win it. With Kidd and minus the already mentioned pieces of the puzzle, it happens that much quicker I think.
The Mavs don’t figure to improve by much adding this trade and it definitely doesn’t help them get ahead of a pack that’s hyperactively competitive this year (probably more so than any other year out West). But that is of course, pending Stern’s ruling that this thing will in fact happen in light of Stack’s bold (and foolish) proclamation that he’s not going anywhere. Turns out he might be right after all.
Net Loss.
Alright, I've been as quiet as I'm going to be on this matter. This team's lost three straight times to the Knicks this season...THREE STRAIGHT!!! The Knicks could find a way to not lose to themselves three straight times damnit! The Overrated Three have not and more than likely will not produce what I'm hoping for, even with the East being as watered down as a thing of soda with the top being off of it for about a week. I don't have access to NY papers other than what I read online and after reading a column by Peter Vescey, I did some thinking and I fully agree with him. Now maybe they pull one of their traditional 'flip the switch in the middle of the year and streak into the playoffs' things, just before the inevitable flame-out when it counts.
Fact is, last year's loss to the eventual Eastern Conference Champion Cavaliers was the beginning of the end. If three straight losses to the Knicks within a half year (for crying out loud man, the damn season hasn't even hit the All-Star Break and the Knicks have taken the season series!!!) doesn't tell the tale, nothing will. Right now, the East figures to break down to the Celts and Pistons in a retro throwback to the 80s when these two going at each other was as regular as Flair and Rhodes going at each other for the NWA World Title. I came into this year with a ton of hopes for the Nets and sadly, I'm left eating a whole heapful of Humble Pie. I've already theorized that VC has to go, because simply put, he hasn't brought anything to the table since he arrived. Unfortunately, the sad yet painful truth is that thanks to ownership paying him way too much for doing oh so little, he's virtually unmovable. The only other movable pieces are virtually impossible to get rid of, because doing so hinders the progress that the youngsters can make from sitting under the learning tree. (And by this, I'm talking about J-Kidd who is NOT the problem.) I guess in a way, this is reminding me of how grateful I should've been when the Nets ran the East six years ago. Honestly, at this point, I'd trade VC straight up for a Kittles-ish type of 2 guard because at least I'd know then that they'd be competitive. The Nets right now are repugnant enough to make the T-Wolves look like they never lost KG (as evident by the fact that Al Jefferson got his rocks off and they beat the Nuts in Minny). I'm all but expecting the hatchet to come down on top of Frank's skull if this decline continues and right now, I'm not thinking of any reason why it won't. VC's playing like a glorified fat cat who's got his money and could care less about doing what's necessary to ensure the team wins. In a conference where there's a ton of room for folks to get into the playoffs (unlike the West where the margin of error is flosslike thin), the Nets are speedwalking in reverse on ice skates downhill.
Smackdown - Saturday's Main Event?
In a move that boggles my mind, the CW and the WWE have announced that they’re unable to come to terms on an agreement to renew Smachdown’s contract, so the consistently top-rated show on the CW will soon be on a new TV network somewhere. Quite frankly, it’s an incredibly dumb decision, but when have networks ever made a smart decision regarding wrestling?
TNN cancelled its top-rated show, ECW on TNN, and constantly interfered with the product they were offering. Later, they picked up the WWE only to do the same thing to them. Now TNN uses TNA to fill in their weekend schedule. You’d think after going through three different companies, they’d learn the value of the ratings draw that is wrestling. I know that ECW and Raw were the top draws on Spike TV/TNN, though I doubt TNA is doing that much other than filling space.
USA had Monday Night Raw on forever, let it go, and as soon as it was available, picked it back up again where it’s consistently been one of the top rated shows on cable. Ratings are down from wrestling’s peak, but having one of the top draws on TV is never a bad thing when it comes to finding advertisers. We all know money is the lifeblood of television, and the WWE is far from an expensive product to produce like a scripted show would be.
Media Week says that wrestling isn’t the image the network is looking for. Considering their other big draw is America’s Next Top Model and shows like Gossip Girl, the CW seems to be shooting more for a female demographic, and males ages 18-49 on Friday nights isn’t part of their overall plan. I’d always believed the conventional wisdom that 18-49 was the key demographic for ad sales, but apparently the CW thinks differently. That’s probably why they’re a distant fourth in the ratings.
Where will Smackdown go? I don’t know. MyNetworkTV, which started as a network catering to women with prime-time soap operas, has now turned into a more male-oriented station with the International Fight League as its main ratings grabber. I have no doubt it’d immediately catapult MyNetworkTV from an incredibly distant fifth to a distant fifth, but advertising revenues would perk up instantly. Plus, unlike the CW which seems like it’s trying to fail, MyNetwork TV’s blend of reality police shows, accident footage, and fighting seems perfect for the soap opera that is wrasslin’.
Of course, I think an American Gladiators/WWE Smackdown tag team on Saturday nights for NBC would be a huge ratings grab. NBC’s always been friendly to the WWE, and Saturday Night’s Main Event is remembered fondly by wrestling fans. Besides, as Friday Night Smackdown proved, the WWE can draw steady ratings any night of the week. Why not stick it out there in the worst ratings night you’ve got?
Caught between a rock and a hard place
One has to feel a wee bit sorry for Curt Schilling
(but only a wee bit; after all, I am a Yankees fan, so you know I'm also sitting here snickering like mad). Here he is, hoping to be able to squeeze out one more year of glory in Boston, and now he's found himself in a hole of immense proportions. His shoulder, depending on who you listen to, is either not good or seriously fucked up, and no one can seem to agree on the best way to treat it. Two doctors have strongly recommended surgery, which could either take him out of action through the All-Star break or kill his entire season. The Red Sox medical staff, however, insist that all he needs is some rest and rehab and he'll be fine in no time--or the All-Star break, which ever comes first. The Red Sox front office is already sniffing around Curt's 2008 contract to see if they can come out of this without having to pay him. Looks like not even the bloody sock is going to save him this time.
Curt's already read the writing on the wall and says he's going to go along with the recommendation of the Red Sox staff. I'm guessing that this is the best way for him to proceed and still keep his paycheck in his pocket. Personally, though, I'd take a long hard look at the situation before I caved in on something like that. You've had two doctors who don't get their paychecks from the same people you do telling you that your shoulder is a mess. You saw what "rest and rehab" did for Pedro Martinez during his time with the Red Sox. You've had a great career already; one more year, especially if it's going to be a year spent on the DL, isn't going to do you any favors, and it certainly isn't going to guarantee you any more years with any team, never mind Boston, who will most likely kick your ass to the curb and sic lawyers on you to try to get your salary back in their pockets. Maybe it's time to look a little further into the future than "When am I going to be able to pitch again?". Maybe it's time to look into "If I follow this path, am I going to be able to use my arm for something other than a sleeve-filler in a few years?".
Surgery saved your ass in 2004, Curt. There's no guarantee it'll do the same for you now, but "rest and rehab" is just going to postpone the inevitable, and very possibly do you more harm than good. Go with the surgery.
Then again, I am a Yankees fan--go ahead, "rest and rehab". See you in 2009--maybe.
*evil grin*
The Pantheon: The World's Luckiest Giants Fan
Normally, the Pantheon of Badassery is reserved for guys who overcome insanely difficult odds, painful injuries, or near-crippling injuries to succeed in sports, but this guy's story was just so awesome I had to share it with the class.
In today's day and age, anyone with balls huge enough to get through dozens of security checkpoints to hang out with a team full of gigantic men who could easily kill him and people rich enough to hide all evidence of his existence. This guy not only got into the locker room, he got onto the team bus with the Mara family, onto the field for the celebration with the Lombardi Trophy, back into the locker room after the celebration, and best of all, he didn't get his head bashed in by angry security guards! The sheer fact that he got away with it and kept getting away with it is nothing short of pure, unadulterated Badass.
Check out his whole story at Deadspin, and if you need more proof, go to his Snapfish picture gallery. This guy is apparently the son of James Bond and Catwoman thanks to his ability to sneak around under the nose of extra-tight New York City security.
Winning Ways
England won a game! I've had a night's sleep since then, and I'm still feeling the shock. Even though I'd correctly predicted the 2-1 scoreline beforehand (and I really should have made a bet), I considered that to be optimistic at best. But 2-1 it was, and Fabio Capello's reign as England manager began with a victory. Even though he looks oddly like a science teacher from my secondary school called Miss Wheeldon (who I'm sure invented the whole butch dyke thing), I truly feel he's the manager to take us forward.
Firstly, he put Michael Owen on the bench, where he stayed for the entire match. Even though I'm a Newcastle supporter, I thought this was great, because he's been absolutely useless for ages. Now he's not an automatic choice for England's first team, he might actually put some effort in at the club that pays his, no doubt, ridiculous wages.
Secondly, he's let all the players know that reputation counts for nothing, and they'll have to earn their places in the team. This make a refreshing change from previous England managers, who talk about making changes, and then end up picking pretty much exactly the same players as their predecessor.
Fabio, I salute you.
David Tyree: Wide Reciever/Comedian?
I saw this snippet of Super Bowl hero David Tyree's chat on ESPN reposted over at Good Guy At Sports, and it was too good not to pass along here, too. Considering just how serious most athletes take themselves (Shaq, Peyton Manning, and Gilbert Arenas aside), I thought it was pretty good for SOMEONE to prove that you can both be a professional athlete and still crack a smile now and then.
Mikey (NY): Congrats on becoming a NY hero! You seem to have avery strong hands, is that just natural, or do you work on your hand strength?
David Tyree: (12:53 PM ET ) What are you trying to say?!?! I'm married! But no.
Later on, he passed along this gem.
Herb (Philly): Was there any stickum on your helmet?
David Tyree: (1:12 PM ET ) Are you really a Giants fan? Because I cannot release information to the enemy.
David Tyree: (1:13 PM ET ) We may have a Stick'um gate on our hands.
No matter how pissed off you might be about the result of the game, you have to admit these are some pretty funny quotes.
Diesel Powered Suns?
In a sports year where the seemingly impossible or improbable has happened, where trades we only deemed feasibly possible in video games have gone down in the blink of an eye, we’ve got one more and contrary to popular opinion of it…
I’m going to tell you why this is actually a great idea.
The trade, barring the Diesel passing the league’s version of E-Check is going to send Superman complete with his Kryptonian knees and the like to Phoenix for the Matrix and Marcus Banks. You’re bound to go anywhere and read how Phoenix is utterly stupid for doing this deal. But understand something that I’m sure most of them know as they are ardently against this, but won’t say until May when the Suns figure to be long gone. They were not going to win it all with this unit as is. Or as “was”. Don’t get me wrong, the trio of MV3 Nash, “S.T.A.T.” and Matrix were really good together. They’ve won a lot of games together, for sure, but you don’t get trophies for winning regular season games. This isn’t the NHL, having the league’s best record doesn’t guarantee you the President’s Cup and a pat on the back from the commissioner. Now to quote a famous rap artist, let’s kick the logistics here.
A) Shawn Marion is a small forward. Not a power, but SMALL FORWARD. A 3 for those of you keeping score at home. Conversely…
B) Amare is NOT a center. He’s a power forward who’s playing center. You can get away with this sort of thing in college, more than 80-85% of the big schools do so every year. But doing this in the pros will have you pounded into the pavement by a team that has a legitimate big man every time, all the time.
Now looking at this unit, there’s only one man on this roster who stands at over seven feet and his only contribution of worthwhile status is a blog. Yes, a BLOG. If you really think the Suns didn’t need to make this deal, in spite of leading the West at the moment, you’re kidding yourself, delusional or both. With the emergence of Bynum into what no one outside of Kupchak’s office thought he could be, Yao and oh yeah, the Big Franchise in San Antonio, the Suns were speed boating up creek without a rudder. They needed an answer and contrary to what most think, they don’t need Shaq to be an offensive threat. He’s not coming here for that. He’s being brought here to give them what they have none of at the moment. DEFENSE.
Okay, so if that’s the case, why Shaq? You could make the argument that he hasn’t really played since the Heat’s title run a few years back. Well, when properly motivated as I’m sure this SHOULD since he hasn’t really played with a point guard the likes of the MV3 aka Steve Nash…Shaq should be it. Because in reality, the Miami Project has run its course ladies and gents. With Marion and Wade, I think for at least the remainder of Wade’s contract, we’ll see if Marion ends up with the same remorse all get who think the grass is greener without Nash mowing the lawn. Ask Joe Johnson. But back to the point at hand. The purpose behind any trade is to be better off than you were before you made it. Miami, comes out of this with a viable second option to Flash and will probably be the most exciting lottery team to watch this side of…well, any West team that doesn’t crack the top 8.
Ultimately, I think the Suns recognize they’ve got a SERIOUSLY short window of opportunity to get over the hump. The Diesel’s not coming in and being expected to run with the fleet of Porsches that are there. He’s simply there to smash anyone or thing that impedes their progress towards victory lane. Still, there are many flaws with Phoenix that I see as potential problems as they try to maintain and get homecourt locked up. Their lack of bench depth is a MAJOR one. So while this trade gives them an interior presence they haven’t had in…ever, I still think the Lakers are better than them because they have the best frontcourt this side of Detroit and their bench is quietly better than we think. They’re still not better than the Spurs because well, they’re the Spurs. If you’re a Heat fan, well, I don’t know what to tell you. Marion might walk unless Riles can sell him that A) Wade will be around for a while and B) he’ll make sure they’re in a position to compete for another title. So kudos to GM Kerr for attempting to get the Suns some much needed help…even if it is a vintage Diesel with a ton of miles on it and not much go left in the tank.
The Patriots' new colors: blue, white, and prison orange!
The Patriots have leaped out to an early lead in the race for "Most Off-Season Arrests." They didn't even make it a week after losing in the Super Bowl before their first arrest. Willie Andrews, second year defensive back, was arrested near the campus of UMass Lowell for possession of marijuana and driving an unregistered vehicle (probably because he was using it to transport a "significant amount" of pot). Yet another reason for Roger the Dodger Goodell to come down hard on the Pats, since Spygate wasn't enough.
To be fair to Andrews, I'm sure it was a classy, professional arrest with no showboating or douchebaggery involved. Not that those flashy Bengals or Chargers and their felony drug charges, underage girls, and boating while intoxicated. Still, Nate Newton is very proud of you, Willie.
Let the Curse of the Red Hoodie begin?
Good Knight and Good Luck
Robert Montgomery Knight, better known as The General, has announced his abrupt retirement from Texas Tech today. Effective immediately, he's resigning his post as men's basketball coach and handing the reigns over to his son, below average point guard Pat Knight. Love him or hate him, it's the end of an era.
There are four things you can say about Coach Knight: he won basketball games (900+ wins), he made the most of the players he had (3 NCAA championships, an NIT championship, an Olympic gold medal, and he even took Texas Tech to the NCAA Sweet Sixteen in 2004-05), he hated dealing with the media, and he ran the cleanest programs in NCAA Division I athletics, bar none. He was also a hell of a coach, as evidenced by him winning the very first Naismith Men's College Coach of the Year Award in 1987.
At every stop along the way, Bobby Knight made chicken salad out of chicken shit. If his players didn't hustle, he tore them up. If they didn't crack their books, he tore them up. If they were boys when they stepped foot on Bob Knight's basketball cour, he turned them into men by any means necessary, and those that could weather the brunt of Knight turned out better for it. They might have hated him between the ages of 18 and 22, but afterwards they usually grew to respect, even love, their coach, and it was obvious that he cared for each and every one of them. He did things his way, and if you don't like it, I have no doubt the man would tell you to your face to kiss his ass.
The last of his kind, Coach Knight will definitely be missed. After all, college basketball has always needed a villain, and Bob Knight has had absoultely no problems being the object of hate and controversy. College basketball is a poorer place without him.
Here's a great quote about the man from his Wikipedia entry: When the three-point line was instituted in 1986-87, Knight indicated "There are only three players in the Big Ten who can hit it, and I have two of them." (This may have been part of Knight's well-known "mind-games" on opposing teams and players. He is later reported to have chortled that for the rest of the season every guard in the Big Ten tried to prove he was the third, resulting in a much higher missed shot percentage for those teams.)
Enjoy your fishing and hunting trips, Coach. You've earned more than your fair share of relaxation in retirement.
An Open Letter To The Hooded Loser.
Dear Bill,
A year ago after a win over the Chargers, LaDainian called you classless and it was written off as frustrating banter from someone who was just sent home on his own field. A loss which ruined their best season in franchise history and maybe he was venting. I for one, didn’t really pay it any mind as by my figuring, if you’re going to do the Lights Out dance and have no problem with Shawne doing it…have the decency to shut up when someone’s doing it to you. But…in something that I didn’t catch or it didn’t hit me until just now, I see something. He was right.
For the first two months of this season, before Spygate turned into the NFL’s equivalent of Watergate and your team decided to go all nuclear on folks, you forced opposing teams to basically sit for a half and eat the mud you were forcing them to swallow. In games where there really wasn’t any need to play a second half other than the fact that league rules mandated we can’t call 21-0 blowout rules like some do in Madden, these coaches came back out and stomached it. Even as their teams were being gutted with the equivalent of rusted machetes, they maintained. They ate their defeat rather bitterly and moved on. So your team moved along, like a bunch of ticked off madmen, with a chip on your shoulders the size of the National Deficit, begging anyone to knock it off your damn shoulders. For 18 games, nobody succeeded. Towards the second half of the year though, chinks in the armor started to form and simply put, even though you were winning it didn’t look as awe inspiring as the first half.
So most of the world deems the postseason more of a formality than anything else. Hell, even I didn’t expect anyone to beat you and Brady because after the AFC Title game in history since your Hoodie and Brady took over, nobody has. But then the Giants caught fire. Sure Coughlin took a ton of heat for playing his guys in a Week 17 game that had no real rhyme or reason at all, other than your boys becoming the only other team besides those celebrated drunks from the 1972 Dolphins (I mean seriously people, how come no one has called them on this yet? They drink every damn year an unbeaten team falls and have done so since they all hung it up. So by my count, that’s about two decades and pocket change of getting sloshed and nobody thinks another thing about this? Interesting.) and even Goodell finds it in his heart to let the people who don’t have the NFL Network to watch. And since someone here didn’t get what I’ve written to this point about Coughlin, I’ll do what I don’t like to and repeat myself. If Coughlin wins the Super Bowl, I’ll recant every negative thing I wrote about him. (But I’ll get to them in a second.) Still, nobody denies that you’re the best in the game at what you do. You were in the NFL’s equivalent to the “Central Black Hole” in Cleveland to start your coaching career and well, I don’t think anyone really begrudges you for failing there. Even LeBron’s starting to recognize that failure’s an imminent and inescapable thing there. You remade yourself into a modern day genius and your postseason record is the stuff that legends are made of.
Yet…with just one second on the clock of a game that you were outcoached in and your team outplayed, you showed no spine underneath that hoodie of yours. You walked off the field and didn’t want to sit through ONE KNEEL DOWN. Up until this point, I had a ton of respect for you as a head coach. I respected your team because in the 20 plus years I’ve existed, you’ve been the only “dynasty” per say that I actually didn’t loathe and despise. But now, in a way, it’s like that feeling you get when you’re warned about a bad person in your life and you don’t catch it until they do something that justifies all the bad will and crap, then you get the point. And you’re none too pleased with it. For the first time in roughly 13 years, the NFL has a true villain and while I won’t go as far as to call you Bill Bumclothes, you’ve established yourself as Sith Hoodie. Bill Simmons earlier in the year anointed your team as the Cobra Kai Yankees and ya know what? I think he’s right. The Cobra Kai as ruthless as they were, lost when it counted. Last night when the lights were turned up as bright as they’ve ever been…your team got choked out. BRUTALLY.
Mann-Up.
I was wrong. I'm going to start this out by saying that. I was wrong about Coughlin. He did not just what I thought was next to impossible, but damn sure was unthinkable. However, I was right about Eli. Whom, as of this moment, shall be referred to by me as Elijah Franchise. He is no longer Eli Manning, that name was taken by mediocre and so so QBs who did nothing of consequence for most of their careers. Eli, like myself on a personal level, understood the importance of seeing where the name is and taking it to heights where nobody thought it could be.
(And Jade, I'm all smiles knowing that just as your boys attempted to take occupancy on the block, their car got picked off in typical NY mobster fashion. :-P)
Ahem, moving along, this game went the way NY wanted. They made stops when they had to, they didn't let themselves get rattled whenever NE came back with a big shot and they retaliated when necessary. Eli didn't make the big mistake that cost them and Brady never got the big play when he needed it. And who would've thunk this, but Coughlin actually outcoached Belichick. He did what even I thought was unthinkable. So now what for the Giants? Well, a healthy Shockey makes this offense much better (maybe a ring on his finger gets him rededicated to working out with Elijah Franchise this offseason after he completes rehab) and I think this secondary still needs some help at the corner position.
Funny thing is, I'm euphoric right about now and buzzing. I still think the Pats will be back and all told, maybe this does for them what losing to the 'Boys in 1971 did for the No Name 'Fins. Still, all is great if you're a New Yorker/Jerseyan. The Mets got Johan for virtually the price of a handful of Jolly Ranchers out of one of those old school containers and the Giants managed to pull off the most improbable of upsets beating the previously unbeaten Patriots. Looks like Goodell won't have to answer questions about why the reigning champions had evidence of them cheating destroyed when he addresses Capitol Hill. Looks like the next president won't be shaking hands with Belichick and Brady, at least not this year anyway.
Oh and how can I forget this one...
It looks like cheaters never prosper after all. *Evil laugh* GO BLUE!
Your NBA Champion IS...
I know I don't post here often, because well most stories aren't worth posting about. This one is my friends.
Because of someone that was recently acquired by an NBA team, I can tell you who the champion for this year is going to be.
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The Lo-
Wait, fuck them
IT'S THE CHARLOTTE BOBCATS!
Why would I make this prediction you ask? Who could be so prestigious that I would actually come downstairs with a fucked up foot just to post this after watching the end of PTI?
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Ron's favorite player...EARL MOFUCKIN BOYKINS!
The End Is...Here. (SB Breakdown)
For one team on Sunday, history’s going to be made.
For the Patriots, it becomes Apocalypse Now if they win. How you figure? Well, consider these facts…
A) Randy Moss and Brady have all but said they’ll be retiring together. If Randy hasn’t convinced you that he’s back and greater than ever, take a look at the MVP trophy that’s resting on Tom Brady’s shelf and think again. (Oh and statistically speaking, which is yet another testament to how great Randy is, there have been two offenses that have scored off the charts like this. The 1998 Vikes that SHOULD HAVE been Super in his rookie year and this year’s Pats. Common denominator in both…Moss.)
B) While they will be without the 32nd pick in April’s draft, I hear tell there’s going to be some choice meat available at 7.
C) They’ll still have Belichick on that sideline who has proven that coordinators may come and go, but as long as he stays, they’ll win.
D) Barring a major overhaul which won’t happen, do you see another team in the AFC that will be able to stop them next season? Seriously.
Oh yeah, forgot one other thing. After all that’s happened this year, Spygate and the Pats basically spitting in the face of sportsmanship during the first half of the year, you really think Iron Hand Goodell wants to hand the Lombardi Trophy to Belichick, Kraft and company? He wants that as much as he wants to answer for why he destroyed the tapes and documents he confiscated in D.C. in the near future.
Make no mistake about this, there’s no need for me to do a statistical breakdown because this isn’t close. It’s not. The hard truth of the matter is this might be as perfect a team as we may see. Period. Nothing shy of a perfect Villanova/Georgetown 1985 type game is going to pry trophy number four away from Brady and Belichick who will eclipse Noll and Bradshaw as the greatest coach/QB duo in the history of the game before the end of this decade. (And Jade, trust me, a herd of black cats could cross in front of Brady and I still don’t see them losing this game Sunday.)
