The world of sports has lost a true warrior today.
Kay Yow, longtime coach of the NC State women's basketball team, passed away this morning at the age of 66 after a 12-year battle with breast cancer.
Despite her illness, she earned over 700 victories, coached the U.S. Olympic women's basketball team to a gold medal in 1988; won four Atlantic Coast Conference tournament championships; earned 20 NCAA tournament bids; and reached the Final Four in 1998. In 2002, she was elected to the Naismith Hall of Fame in 2002, and in 2007, NC State dedicated "Kay Yow Court" at Reynolds Coliseum. Along the way, she fought to raise awareness of the disease and raise funds for cancer research, which earned her the inaugural Jimmy V ESPY Award for Perseverance in 2007. In all that time, cancer only kept her from coaching twice: a 16-game leave during the 2006-2007 season, and earlier this month, when after missing four games, she announced she would not be returning for the rest of the season. She was always the epitome of class and grace, and her drive and determination to succeed despite increasing odds against her make her an inspiration far beyond the world of sports.
It is a pretty wicked elbow to the schnoz, but my question is this... in the aftermath of the Malice at the Palace, how did Jeff Xavier's brother even make it onto the court? Seriously, couldn't security have jumped on this guy the moment he got onto the court? He made it all the way across the court to the official! He could've stabbed the guy or something! Look at what happened to Monica Seles, for crying out loud!
If this was at Podunk University's 300-seat arena, I could understand such lax security, but this is in a big-time Division I basketball game between Providence and Marquette. That's the vaunted Big East conference right there! That's like if I was able to run out onto the court during the Louisville/Pittsburgh game the other night and tackle Edgar Sosa.
Throw the book at this guy. Then pick up the thrown book and continue hitting him with it until EVERYONE gets the message that going out onto the field of play is a bad idea.
Alright, kids. This postseason has seen a hell of a lot of changes.
It seems like lots of fallout abound. So, here goes.
Denver - Josh McDaniels (Former Darth Belichick Sith Padawan)
NY Jets - Rex Ryan (Fomer Billick flunkie and Buddy Ryan's Twin son with the short hair)
Cleveland - Mangenius (Former Favre whipping boy, also was the Jets HC)
St. Louis - Steve Spagnuolo (I can almost hear Len crying from here. Former NY Jints DC)
Detroit Lions - Jim Schwartz (Former Titans DC, you fucks can have him)
Seattle - J. L. Mora/Jim Mora, Jr. (Son of Jim Mora, former Ookie handler, heir to the throne of mediocrity)
At large we have the following coaches still lucky to have a goddamn job.
Dallas - Wade Phillips (Son of Bum, butt of KSK jokes)
Kansas City - Herm Edwards (You play to lose the game...)
San Diego - Norv Turner (Somewhere Jaime Sue is crying in a corner with her bottle of Stoli)
Philly - Andy Reid (Frequent target for batteries, gourmet eater of bear claws)
And finally, the Jason Garrett might get this job team...
Tampa Bay - still vacant
Oakland - Just fucking name Cable the HC, Ra's AL Ghul...
So, who's a definite lock to still going to have a job...
Tennessee - Fishstache (C'mon, he's fucking retiring there...)
Buzzsaw - Ken Wisenhunt (Fat lady has sung on that losing streak, folks)
Steelers - Mike Tomlin (Smooth like Shaft, tough like Cowher)
Dolphins - Tony Sparano (WILDCAT!)
Hopefully this will help you figure out where your team stands. Any others to add, comments, please.
Rather than do something "usual" to kick start my 2009 bloggings, I wanted to do something different. I got this particular idea from a local writer named Terry Pluto, who writes for the Cleveland Plain Dealer (the only local paper I'll actually buy). Every so often he'll write a column where he's actually talking to himself about random sports related issues. Today, yours truly shall do the same thing. Len shall go one on one with...Mister Grimey on the Giant Meltdown (literally), the Truth About The Cavs and why Winters are longer than they should be (kidding).
The Carolina Panthers should be happy that it started raining towards the end of their humiliating loss at home to the Arizona Cardinals in the Divisional Round of the 2009 NFL Playoffs. The rain will be a nice cover-up for the tears that the Panthers players, personnel, and fans will undoubtedly shed as they sulk from defeat.
Something tells me that if she'd fried that lizard first, it would have been gone in the first two seconds of the tape. Still, that's an impressive display of, uh... something horrible. Auburn fans everywhere are positively vomiting with pride.
Ketchup and Mountain Dew makes everything edible, apparently.