Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Deadly Sins: One Down, Six to Go

I think we've got gluttony pretty well covered after last night's trip to the "am/pm All You Can Eat Pavilion." This was seriously the most disgusting display of eating I have seen or been a part of that did not involve either hazing or some sort of organized competition won by a 78 pound Japanese man. Our unofficial competition was won by Joshua Barkin, who is neither Japanese, nor 78 pounds. I thought about falsifying my eating accomplishments, and when I mentioned this to Josh, he said "Not me. I want the world to know what I did." So, here are our official unofficial tallies:

Jason: 4 Dodger Dogs, 2-3 Nachos, 2-3 Cokes, some peanuts and a mini Baby Ruth bar.

Ben: 5 Dodger Dogs, 2-3 Nachos, 2 Cokes, 2 Sprites, and some peanuts.

Josh: 8 (EIGHT!!) Dodger Dogs, 3 Nachos, 4 Diet Cokes (b/c he's watching his calorie intake), some peanuts, 5 mini Baby Ruth Bars, and a Bud Light. That's him with his 8th, emerging victorious from the concession line.

Impressive, to say the least. It is worth noting that probably 75% of what we ate happened before the game even started. There's something sort of liberating about walking past the concession stand before you've even gotten to your seats, and picking up 2 Dodger Dogs and a thing of nachos without standing in line or exchanging any money whatsoever.

It was somewhere around Dodger Dog #3 that I started saying things like, "Do you think a 30 year old has ever had a heart attack?" and "You know what would have been perfect? If I had gotten a tapeworm yesterday." Jason also had what was probably the line of the night when he looks at Josh and me with a completely straight face and says, "Ok, serious question. Do you think Kobayashi shits solid or liquid?"

There were also some wildly entertaining exchanges involving one of the guys sitting behind us. Here are two of my favorites:


Guy #1 (sees his friend walking down the aisle): Hey, man!
Friend: What's up, dog. Did you work today or what?
Guy #1: No, man, I got fired!

Then they slapped hands and his friend went to his seat. Here was another good one, shortly after the Baby Ruth guys started throwing mini Baby Ruth bars to everyone in the section (Josh already had a pocketful from when we saw them by the concession stand):

Guy #1 (seeing a bunch of mini Baby Ruth bars on the ground in front of us): Hey, man, get those Baby Ruth bars!
Josh: I already have a bunch of them, why do I need more?
Guy #1: I don't know, to throw them at people!
Josh: Who am I going to throw them at?
Guy #1: I don't know, anybody!
Josh: It's not that fun, you know.

All in all, it was an excellent time. I would probably never want to do it again, though. I think I'm still burping up pieces of food.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Take Me Out to the Ball Game...

Tonight I'm going to what will probably be my last game at Dodger Stadium, with Josh and Jason, who are sending me off in style. You see, Dodger Stadium now has an all-you-can-eat section, and that is where we'll be sitting. Beer is off-limits, but everything else is fair game. Nachos, soft drinks, peanuts, popcorn, and yes, Dodger Dogs will be at our fingertips until the top of the 7th. Needless to say, it's gonna be an unhealthy evening. I foresee a salad in my lunch plans tomorrow.

I'll try to update during the game with some pictures of our gluttony.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Greg Oden Says, "iPod, shmiPod, Turn That Noise Down!"

Look at this guy. There's no way he's the same age as other college freshmen; that is an assertion I cannot accept. Greg Oden is basically the equivalent of the real-life Thornton Mellon, though in infinitely better shape. Honestly, I think his kids might have grown up with my dad, but I can't be sure.

Anyway, in honor of Mr. Greg Oden and his evident defiance of the normal aging process, I present The Definitive Greg Oden iPod Playlist. Back in his day, iTunes downloads only cost a nickel!

I would like to wish Mr. Oden luck this weekend in the Final Four against Georgetown, and again (hopefully) on Monday in the NCAA Finals. I'd like to see him win a championship in his lifetime, and he sure ain't getting any younger (looking). I hope he plays two incredible games, Ohio State wins the whole thing, and people everywhere are in agreement that he will absolutely be the first pick in the NBA draft. Then maybe Kevin Durant will stay in school another year. We all have dreams.

The Definitive Greg Oden iPod Playlist
1. Neil Young, Old Man
2. The Beatles, When I'm Sixty-four
3. Frank Sinatra, The September of My Years
4. Garth Brooks, I'm Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old)
5. Jimi Hendrix, Mannish Boy
6. Wilco, When You Wake Up Feeling Old
7. Jimmy Buffett, A Pirate Looks at Forty
8. Jethro Tull, Too Old to Rock & Roll, Too Young to Die
9. Bon Jovi, Just Older
10. Elton John, Sixty Years On
11. Beastie Boys, Boomin' Granny
12. Of Montreal, I Was Never Young

Thursday, January 11, 2007

The Biggest Douchebag Ever

Slightly edging out Karl Rove and the guy who lives next door to me (I swear if you bang on the wall again, I'm going to put you through it - I do NOT slam the door!!), Barry Bonds has done more in recent years to cement his legacy as a douchebag than anyone I can think of. I went to a San Francisco Giants game at Dodger Stadium last summer for the sole purpose of booing him as loudly as I could, and hoping to start up a "Barry Sucks!" chant (and, b/c I was offered a free ticket), but he didn't play. Though that is not the reason I consider him a douchebag.

Barry Bonds might have gone down in history as one of the greatest hitters ever to play the game. He might have been in the top 10 in home runs hit, and he might have been remembered as an 8-time Gold Glove winner, 7-time MVP, and 13-time All-Star. A clearer path to Cooperstown could not be imagined. But none of that was good enough, so he decided the physical size of his head should more closely resemble the size of his ego (See photo at right - that thing's got it's own gravitational pull. HEED! PAPER, NOW!!).

Instead, he will be remembered as a douchebag. A stain on the National Pasttime. A liar, a cheater, and a miserable, miserable human being. If I were Bud Selig (who's a decent douchebag in his own right), I would see to it that Barry Bonds were banned from Major League Baseball, and I would remove his statistics since the 1998 season (when steroid dealer Greg Anderson became his trainer) from all record books.

Other than all of those other reasons I think Bonds is a stain, a liar, a cheater, and a miserable human being - and a douchebag - I just added another one to the list. HE'S A DOUCHEBAG. Ok, to be fair, that's not really a reason, but I have new support for my opinion. According to the Associated Press, Bonds failed a test for amphetamines in 2006, and when he learned of the test results, he blamed it on something he took from teammate Mark Sweeney's locker.

HE BLAMED HIS POSITIVE TEST FOR AMPHETAMINES ON SOMETHING HE TOOK FROM A TEAMMATE'S LOCKER.

Is there a bigger douchebag thing to do? Maybe if he then went over to Sweeney's house and took a dump in the middle of his living room, but short of that, I'm not sure there is. The thing that jumps right out at me, and I can't believe I haven't seen this angle in any of the articles I've read on the subject today, is this: If he took it from Mark Sweeney's locker, he is implying one of two things. Either he asked Mark Sweeney for amphetamines (which proves his intent to take amphetamines), or he stole something from his teammate. Now, let's assume he didn't ask Mark Sweeney for amphetamines. We're left with Barry Bonds: Thief. He either stole the drugs from Sweeney's locker thinking they were something completely legal and legitimate (in which case - WHY STEAL THEM??), or he stole them knowing they were illegal and not legitimate (in which case - YOU'RE A DOUCHEBAG!!).

I don't understand why the San Fransisco Giants and Major League Baseball, and fans of both institutions, are willing to put up with this kind of behavior and utter contempt for the high regard most of us still have for the game of baseball. If Keyshawn Johnson and Terrell Owens can get sent home for the remainder of a football season for merely being hard to deal with, yet breaking no laws or league rules, then Barry needs to go. If for no other reason than we do not need douchebags like him continuing to ruin baseball.

I've just used the word douchebag 10 times (11, if you count this sentence), and I don't feel that I've even come close to expressing how much I hate that Barry Bonds is still a part of baseball and society in general.

Jan. 12 Update - Bonds now claims he did not take anything from Mark Sweeney's locker. This is just another reason he's a douchebag - ruining a perfectly good blog post about what a douchebag he is, only one day after it is written.

Friday, December 22, 2006

I Just Can't Help Myself

I realize I'm doing a pretty poor job of keeping this blog from turning into a Vince Young fan site, but check out ESPN's top sports moment of 2006. As if there was ever any doubt.

Also, I'm pretty excited that my Hanukkah gift to myself arrived today.

Happy Holidays.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Bush Doesn't Want to Show the Facts

You thought I was talking about our President, didn't you? Well, I can't blame you, but you're wrong.

Looks like Reggie Bush might not be the "Saint" everyone thinks he is. (Sorry, I know that was lazy.) According to an investigation by Yahoo Sports, Bush and his family might have accepted up to $100,000 worth of gifts and money during his tenure as a Heisman-winning USC running back.

Lots of athletes break the rules, that doesn't separate Bush from anyone. And nothing's final yet, so I'm not accusing him of cheating (just in case he was worried about my opinion of him). But what does strike me as confusing (at best) is this comment from Bush in response to the inquiry:

"It makes you want to go out there right away and tell your side of the story. Show everybody the facts, the truth. But you can't do that. That wouldn't be the right way to do it."

Really, Reggie? Then what would be the right way to do it? What would be a better way to do it than giving everyone the facts and the truth?

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Thinking About the Longhorns

Wow. It's been almost 2 years since I've had to deal with Texas losing a football game, and I'd forgotten how hard it is. To "borrow" a gimmick from Peter King, the Monday Morning Quarterback, these are Ten Things I Think I Think. Some of them are from my good-sport side, some of them are from my sore-loser side. They're conflicted right now.

1. I think a loss early in the season is better than a loss later in the season, and I think a loss to a higher ranked team is better than a loss to a lower or unranked team. So, if you have to lose a game, I think losing in week 2 to the #1 team in the country is about as good a loss as you can take.

2. I think we still won the National Championship only 2 games ago. 2 games ago. And I think I'm still pretty damn excited about that.

3. I think Jamaal Charles is a stud. The kid can run through brick walls like the Kool-Aid Man.

4. I think that Terrel Brown should be suspended from the team for the rest of the season. He was one of the kids caught last Saturday night in a car that was pulled over with drugs and a gun in it. The drugs were in the car, and the gun (loaded) was on his lap. The drugs were not on his person, and he passed a drug test, so the drug charge was dropped, but here's my question: If you're not stoned, how are you too stupid to know that you shouldn't have a loaded gun on your lap IF IT'S NOT YOUR GUN??? Anyway, he was supposed to start for us at cornerback and match up with Ted Ginn, Jr. (94 yds. receiving, 1 TD). Listen, when you screw up, you screw it up for the rest of the team. We had HUGE coverage issues last night, and I'm not saying it would have been different if he was in the game, but it probably would have. He needs to learn his lesson from this.

5. I think that Greg Davis should be a little worried about his job. People (and not just me, a lot of people) were saying that we needed to get rid of him (and to a lesser extent, Mack Brown, who was stubbornly loyal to his offensive coordinator and wouldn't fire him) for years, and then the second half of the 2004 season happened, and the 2005 season happened, and everybody forgot about it and thought, "Maybe he's figured it out, maybe he's not that bad." I've got news for you: He is that bad. You know what the difference was in the 2004 and 2005 seasons? It sure wasn't the Offensive Coordinator's play calling. It was a guy by the name of Vince Young, a guy who is only vulnerable to kryptonite and written tests. Without Vince, Greg Davis must rely on mere mortals to run his plays, and HE NEEDS TO CALL THE RIGHT PLAYS FOR THEM TO RUN. We have two running backs (Jamaal Charles and Selvin Young) who are pretty unbelievable, and had 27 carries for 164 yards rushing between them (not to mention the 10 receptions for 84 yards they shared - as our top two receivers in the game last night) against an Ohio State defense that was having a legitimately hard time stopping our running game and gave up 171 rushing yards to ONE GUY in their last game. Yet on five separate third down opportunities, Greg Davis called passing plays that were incomplete. I don't really even know anything about football, but I could have done a better job, even with the amount of beer I had to drink yesterday. We lose another game this year, and I mean ONE more game, Davis needs to go. Brown can stay.

6. I think Colt McCoy has some work to do with his receivers. I know he's green, but your top two receivers shouldn't be your running backs, not when you've got Limas Sweed on your team. I think he's remarkably mature, though, when it comes to poise. Kid took a couple of pretty big hits last night and was able to remain calm, even while Greg Davis was busy knocking the wheels off of the whole operation.

7. I think Billy Pittman's teammates need to give him a Code Red while he sleeps one night this week, covering his head with a pillowcase and punching him in the arms, then pouring glue over his hands. He won't fumble on the two yard line again, I can guarantee you that. Just ask Lowden Downey.

8. I think we can still go 11-1, but we've got some tough games ahead. Luckily, we only have one really tough road game, at Nebraska on October 21, though Texas Tech will probably also be a challenge. I don't count Rice (in Houston) and Oklahoma (in Dallas) as road games, and we're home for the rest of the season, except for a late visit to Kansas State, who seem to have forgotten that they were a legitimate powerhouse about 4 years ago.

9. I think I'd love to know what that thing on Mack Brown's upper lip was during the game last night. Did anybody else catch that? It looked like his herpes was flaring up. Actually, if it was herpes, I'd rather not know about it.

10. I think that when we came home last night and watched Remember the Titans on tv, I teared up like I normally do when I watch most sports movies. However, I think that maybe some of those tears didn't have anything to do with the movie.

All in all, I'm handling this loss much better than I expected to, based on how I've handled them in the past. Maybe it's because I'm older and wiser. All I know is this: if we don't go 11-1, Greg Davis needs to update his resume.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Sorry Folks, Bandwagon's Full

What do these three guys have in common? Evidently they're all Longhorn fans. McConaughey I can understand, b/c he was a student there once, and Armstrong lives in Austin, but Jake Gyllenhaal?? Come on. I haven't seen a bandwagon jump like this since I started rooting for the Spurs back in 2003. He even admits in the article that he's not even really a fan of college football at all but watches the big games. Yeah, that's dedication, man. And yes, I do realize that I sold my ticket to the Rose Bowl and went to Hawaii. I stand by my decision, so kiss my ass. You know who you are.

So, for the record, we've got Lance "Is it too late to reconcile with Sheryl Crow?" Armstrong, Matthew "Wooderson" McConaughey, Jake "Brokeback mother-f'ing Aquaman" Gyllenhaal, Chuck "Potato Sack" Norris, and Cowboy Troy (who might be the worst singer of all time). Marvelous. Is there any other crappy celebrity out there who hasn't pledged allegiance to a college football team that wants to get on board real quick, before it's too late? Seriously, we'll leave the doors open until gametime tomorrow. Maybe Kevin Dillon, Nicole Richie, Chris Parnell (nothing but love for you, Parnell), Kathy Griffin, and George Takei will show up on the sidelines sporting their burnt orange. Is it that hard to find somebody who is a better celebrity fan than Matthew McConaughey?? Really, he's our best one?? The rest of these punks can't even carry his jock.

(I just had to duck a roundhouse kick. Man, that thing came out of nowhere! Ok, I'm through ranting.)

HOOK EM!

Saturday, July 08, 2006

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Derek "Night Train" Lowe gave up 4 in the first but seems to have rebounded. Wehave sweet seats behind home plate. Bonds isn't playing. What a douchebag.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

The Sporting Life, How They Love

There's a lot going on right now in the wide world of sports.



The Red Sox are on an astonishing streak, winning their last 10 games (mostly on the back of the mighty David Ortiz). Of course, Pedro's pitching against them tonight, so the streak could very well come to an end, but Beckett's no slouch himself, and he's pitching at home, so we'll see what happens. We'll keep our fingers crossed.



How great is that picture?? VY was given the esteemed honor of being named the best college football player ever to wear #10. It was a very scientific process, I'm sure. He's up for a couple of ESPY Awards for College Athlete of the Year. His competition, not surprisingly, includes Matt Leinart, Reggie Bush, JJ Redick, and Adam Morrison, owner of the greatest porn 'stache outside of Van Nuys.

Morrison is a projected top 3 pick in tonight's NBA Draft. My buddy Micah will be live-blogging the draft for the Atlanta Hawks, so check it out on their site by CLICKING THIS LINK. If he's as good as he was last year, then you'll enjoy it for sure. Speaking of the NBA Draft, I leave you with the greatest NBA Draft picture in the history of NBA Draft pictures. Ahh, memories. Misty, watercolor memories...

Monday, January 30, 2006

The Honeymoon Is Nowhere Near Over

I don't seem to get too much in the way of comments when I post anything at all about the Rose Bowl, the Longhorns, or Vince Young. You know what? I don't really care. I'm still just so damn excited about the whole thing. Every time I see a picture or a video or anything having to do with the Longhorns winning the National Championship, I get all worked up, like it just happened. Probably what a girl feels like when somebody gives her some diamond necklaces. Heh, heh. Sorry, had to squeeze that one in.

But hey, how 'bout those Longhorns, huh?

Friday, January 27, 2006

Forever Young

I still just can't get over this guy. Check out this video, it's INCREDIBLE!!
(It's a real video, by the way, not one of those random links I've been including, I PROMISE.)

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Friday, January 13, 2006

It's Not About Winning and Losing, It's How You Play the Game

Actual conversation between Amanda and me on our way home from a rec league softball game last night (we got shellacked, just like every other game this season):

Amanda: Did you have a good time?

Me: Yeah, I did, it was really fun. It's amazing that I take so much pleasure from things that I'm so bad at.

Amanda: Like what?

Me: Like, singing. And softball. And most other sports.

(pause)

Amanda: What sports are you good at??

Monday, January 09, 2006

What's the Spread on the Game? Lakers by 6.

Tonight I made my debut at the Staples Center for the Laker game. My friend Warren clerks for a judge and he wound up with 4 tickets for tonight's game against the Pacers. Amanda had class, so he brought a co-clerk along with his wife, Lindsay, and me. Around 3:30 this afternoon, he called me with the location of our seats. Half-court. First row. Fairly unbelievable seats, maybe the best I will ever have in my life for any sporting event. The game was a lot of fun, I'm not much of a Laker fan, but when you're sitting that close, it's easy to root root root for the home team. Along the way we saw some folks you might recognize. Regardless of how it sounds, I was really hoping for an Adam Brody sighting, but no such luck. I had to settle for these guys instead.


That's us standing in front of our amazing seats. That's me on the left. Warren's the one in the Mardi Gras outfit.


The man, the myth, the legend. Jack Nicholson.


Tom Petty, looking pretty haggard. Looks like it might not be long until the Wilburys are playing a reunion show.


If my camera were worth a damn anymore, some of the other pics might have come out better. We also saw Donald Sutherland, as well as former Pacer and Cheryl Miller's little brother, Reggie.

I think the best part of the night for me, though, was when the Lakers came out at the end of halftime and started warming up, I caught former Longhorn Chris Mihm coming off of the layup line, and I was literally maybe 10 yards from him, so I stood up and screamed "Mihm!" and gave him the Hook 'Em sign. He smiled, nodded, and flashed it right back, proving once and for all that once you are a Longhorn, you are always a Longhorn.

Goodbye, and Good Luck. And if you want to see the rest of the pics, let me know and I'll email you the photo album link.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

City of Pasadena to Be Renamed "Youngstown"

So, I just had to get this out there. I didn't have the energy to post about The Game and really get all of my thoughts out in a semi-articulate manner, but I had this to say in an email exchange with my buddy the other day. This dude's a fellow SEC man and one of Amanda's classmates at USC. For the record, we weren't upset with each other, though at times it looks that way, though I did find out later that he was just trying to egg me on, and, well, it worked.
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My Initial Email (to a bunch of USC folks and a few of the Texas faithful):

to the naysayers, i have only this to say:

STOP BEING NAYSAYERS

to the rest of you, i have this to say:

HOOK EM, BABY!! WE ARE NUMBER F#*%&ING ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

usc played one HELL of a game last night, but texas is just better. that's all there is to it. USC played an incredible season and an incredible game last night, both by matt leinart (who had about as perfect a second half as possible) and the forgotten superstar lendale white, who probably played himself into a top 10 pick should he leave school. hell, even the heisman trophy had almost 200 total yards, including 95 receiving yards, which is pretty good for a running back.

unfortunately, they were going up against a group of guys who just flat out wanted it more, led by the guy who maybe didn't deserve the heisman as much as reggie bush, based on the regular seasons they both had, but certainly deserved it more than the votes showed, and if they did the voting after the bowl games, like they should, there would be no question. the heisman trophy would be resting its weary head in austin, texas for at least a few more months, then possibly to houston or new orleans or green bay or whoever decides to grab vince in the draft. instead, vince didn't win the heisman, so he "settled" for the next best thing. singlehandedly kicking the collective asses of the "greatest college football team in history."

to be the best, you have to beat the best, there's no question about that. usc was the best, deserving of the #1 ranking all year, so i was glad that we had to go through them on our road to the top, otherwise it might not have meant as much. sort of like the red sox breaking through the yankees on their way to their first world series title in 86 years. either way, though, there should be absolutely NO question in anybody's mind that the longhorns are NOT to be dismissed, NOT to be ignored, VY's performance last night will go down in history as one of the probably 5 best single-game performances in NCAA history (along with reggie's heisman sealing 516 total yards against fresno state), and that the PAC-10 does NOT have what it takes to hang with the other major conferences (maybe the ACC), and that the streak is over.

'till gabriel blows his horn,
ben

My Friend's Response:

Um....I think that VY and Texas got lucky. They are not that good and that game was the biggest fluke of all time. If they played 10 more times it wouldn't even be close, USC would win every single one. VY can't hold a candle to Bush, Leinart, White or even Jarret. Young is slow, awkward and makes poor decisions. How he won that game, I'll never know. I almost want to review the game tape so I can figure it out.

As for being number one, I think it should be Penn State. Their incredibly impressive win over a healthy and talented FSU team in the Orange Bowl has convinced me that they should have been in that Rose Bowl, not a lousy team like Texas.

What a joke that game was. If I were a Texas fan I would be ashamed. Just ashamed of the way they played. USC practically laid down and tried to let Texas win and still it took a last second score by Young to win. Pathetic. Just pathetic.

That is all.

My Rebuttal to His Response:

first of all, let me address your erroneous recap of penn state's bowl game. i love penn state, my whole family went there before me (i'm the black sheep). they should have BLOWN AWAY florida state, who was unranked and lucked themselves into a BCS game by winning an inferior conference and by virginia tech blowing big games. penn state's win wasn't impressive, what was impressive was that florida state nearly won it with a much less talented team.

second of all, you need to go back and watch any game this season that texas played in, or any game last season. vince young does not get lucky, vince young is the human highlight reel. he might not have leinart's arm, but he still managed to pass for a paltry 267 yards, and leinart couldn't move like vince even if the payoff was a 3-way with jessica simpson and his boyfriend nick lachey.

vince might not have been the heisman winner this year, and bush definitely deserved it, largely due to his fresno state performance and vince's slow start against texas A&M, when we scored a measly 40 points and ended a perfect 11-0 regular season. the fact remains, though, that last night, vince blew away not only bush and every other player on the field (with a possible 8-10 nfl draftees this year), he blew away just about every player who has ever played college football. go back and watch the game (i have it on tivo if you want to come over). vince WILLED himself into the end zone time and time again, just like he did in the rose bowl last year against michigan, when the naysayers were whining about cal (CAL??) being left out.

not only that, but bush and white COMBINED only had 6 more rushing yards than VY. there was nothing about last night's game that was a fluke, except maybe bush coughing it up in the 2nd quarter. nobody expected that, least of all the guy he tried to pitch the ball to, who lost his chance to tell his grandkids that he was the first guy to congratulate bush on his first TD of the game of the century.

the only truly lucky thing texas got last night was that no-call on the knee down for the TD pitch, but even if he had been called down, it would have been first and goal from the 3. VY would have glided in on the very next play.

the other thing that we got lucky with was the RIDICULOUS coaching by USC. 4th and 2, to SEAL THE GAME. forget getting stuffed, that\'s not such a big deal. it happens to everyone. but to do it with your golden boy heisman winner sitting on the sidelines, not even in the game as a second option or even a DECOY, for crying out loud?? poor, poor coaching. that's what carroll was famous for in the NFL, and it's back to haunt him now. the second example of ridiculous coaching was that horrific play call on 1st and 10 with 0:08 left in the game, leaving leinart to scramble around and let your dreams of an illegitimate "three-pete" slip away (the only true mistake leinart made all night, by the way. even that interception was a good pass and 9 times out of 10 gets caught for 6.).

if you want to talk luck, talk about the fact that USC was even considered REPEAT national champions. their first one has an asterisk b/c it wasn't a BCS championship game. their second one has an asterisk b/c auburn was in the same position that USC was in when they "won"; their first one. you, as an SEC man, should know that. either way, their 2 titles were impressively played and they parlayed that into a season of infamy, but they couldn't finish it, and it's over. they're not even going to win the pac-10 next year, which is pathetic, and i'm glad i'll be around as a constant reminder of this game to all of you trojans next season. i fully intend to wear burnt orange every time i walk into the coliseum, to a tailgate, or even to sharkeez to watch one of those quidditch games on TV.

FIGHT ON
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Ok, in retrospect, maybe I went a little overboard in that one. Like I said, neither of us were really upset with each other, he was egging me on purposefully, and I was having a blast screaming the praises of the Horns.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Best Game Ever

I'm not going to try to recap the game, or gush about VY's spectacular, historical, transcendent performance. What I will say is, "Wow." I have never been as instantly happy or excited as I was last night when the clock ticked down to 0:00.

Here are some pics from the tailgating and game watch.


My take on the "Without Sports, This Wouldn't Be Disgusting" ESPN Ads.


This banner was on a USC tent at the tailgate. So arrogant, and so foretelling.
The streak ends with Texas, no question about that.


This tailgate is brought to you by Bud Light and the Texas Longhorns. Those are my buddies Jeff (the "other Jeff", Kristin), Abram, me (the fat one, 3rd from your left) and Micah.


There have never been 2 guys enjoying their Beam and Cokes more than Jeremy and I were when this picture was taken.

Selling Out, Volume Three

Remember how excited I was when Amanda found out she got Rose Bowl tickets? Probably the most excited I've ever been in my life. Well, guess what. We sold them on eBay. Once we saw how much people were getting for these puppies, it was almost a no-brainer. Actually, it was probably the hardest decision I have ever made in my life, but in the end I realized two things. The first was that if we won the game, I'd be just as excited whether I was actually at the game or not (and I was probably 98 or 99% , if being there was 100), but if we lost and didn't sell, I would have been so pissed had we not gotten that cash. The second thing I realized was that I'd be a fool not to try to turn my $175 into the $900 I ended up pulling ($1800 for the pair). Garrett told me he was a bit disappointed in me as a Texas fan, and that's something I'm going to have to come to terms with.

I'll be thinking about that this summer when I'm deep into my 5th pina colada on the beach in Maui.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Selling Out, Volume Two

Recognize this guy?



No? Maybe you remember how he used to look. Before he sold his soul to the devil.



Yeah, Johnny Damon rejected the offer of salary arbitration from the Red Sox, his beloved team, his band of merry idiots, not to mention the town that deified him, gave him ultimate superstar status, and signed with the New York Yankees. The Evil Empire. The pricks in the pinstripes. Now, there's nothing wrong with what the Yankees did here (other than the fact that they did it while lighting their cigars with $1,000 bills after killing a bunch of puppies). They signed a guy who hits like a son of a bitch and can run pretty fast. He's probably the premiere lead-off man in major league baseball. Hell, they could afford him, why not go for it?? Who did they have playing center as of 3 days ago? Bernie Williams. Now, I like Bernie Williams. I have always liked Bernie Williams. For years, Bernie's been the only Yankee I have liked. He just seems like the kind of guy who you could be at a cookout with, and when he gets up from the table, you could say, "Hey, Bernie, will you get me another beer?" He'd just smile and say, "Sure, man." Good guy. Probably.

Anyway, the fault here lies with the Red Sox, for not working harder to keep him around, and with Damon himself, for fleeing for greener pastures and greener pockets after spending the past few years EMBODYING the spirit and camaraderie of the Red Sox. Was it all an act?? Was the whole thing just a big facade (pronounced fuh-KAYD)?? He "wrote" a f'ing BOOK, for crying out loud!!! It was in his book deal that he couldn't shave his beard or cut his hair. Now he's wearing a pink bathrobe (seriously, take another look at that pink robe up there. it's hilarious and really sad at the same time. but mostly hilarious.) after getting a facial and probably a pedicure while he's at it?? Jesus! No, Judas!!

This was the email that I sent in response to Ilyssa's "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" the other day (and I stand by my thoughts and feelings at the time, as they have not changed in the past 2 days):

i know, this is pretty ridiculous. the worst part is, this is bringing out some bad qualities in me.
i'm hoping for abysmal numbers, run-ins with asshole new yorkers that might end up in front of a jury of his peers, a high profile divorce after his plastic wife (who joins juwanna kidd as the hot new york athlete's wife who probably is exerting more behind the scenes pressure to go to/stay in new york than we really know about) gets caught on video and posted on some amateur porn website screwing some B&T (no offense) dude after being dosed at some U2 after-party at park bar.
but really, i'm not bitter.
now i understand how bostonians felt when clemens left. i never did, until now. and i refused (and still refuse) to dislike clemens because of it, but i do understand.

I just don't know, man. We lose that crazy bastard Manny Ramirez and we're gonna be eating the shit we're already neck-deep in after losing Theo, Damon, Millar and Mueller. At least we got rid of Edgar "30 errors" Renteria.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Every Rose Has Its Horns

Well, about 5 hours or so after I made the last post, Amanda found out that she got 2 tickets to the Rose Bowl through USC's lottery. So, I'M GOING TO THE ROSE BOWL. I don't think it's possible for me to be more excited. I've never been so excited for a sporting event in my life as I am for this. Possibly for anything. This could very well be one of the most hyped college football games of all time, and with good reason. The reason: I'm going. I'M GOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, I've been numb with excitement for 2 straight days. I can barely get any work done or think about anything else. I thought about wearing burnt orange from now until gameday, but I reconsidered, because I was afraid even I'd be sick of it after a month. So instead, this week I instituted "Texas Mondays." Every Monday from now until game time, I will be wearing some sort of Texas paraphernalia. This town is so in love with USC and Matt Leinart, I'm hoping to shake things up a bit. In theory. I'm theoretically shaking things up.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

BRING IT ON

Texas walloped Colorado on Saturday to the tune of 70-3, to win the Big 12 Championship and clinch a spot in the National Championship Rose Bowl game, against USC on January 4. It remains to be seen whether or not I will be able to get a ticket to the game, but rest assured that I am going to do everything in my power, and my powers are substantial.

That said, we are presented with another fabulous opportunity for my semi-annual facial hair growth, which I have presently titled (that's right, I'm giving titles to my facial hair - this is what it's like in LA, I guess) the "Rose Bowl Beard." Needless to say, Amanda's not thrilled, but she'll have to learn to live with this one, at least until January 5, when, win or lose, I will be shaving. But not until then.

Expect a lot of Texas-related posts in the coming weeks, I guess. There's going to be a lot of hype for this game, and I'm not one to go against the grain on such matters. Other matters, maybe, but not this such matter. I think this is what I'll be doing on January 3. If anyone wants to come to LA and join me, please let me know.