In a bipartisan show of support for a local Jewish school basketball team,
lawmakers in the Senate this morning urged state athletics officials to push
back a game until after sundown on Saturday.
The boys from Herzl/Rocky Mountain Hebrew Academy basketball team are
currently fighting their way through their high school district playoffs. If the
team wins one more game, it will play for the championships. But the Colorado
High School Activities Association has scheduled that championship game for
during the day on Saturday and has said it won't move the contest.
The boys' religious beliefs dictate that they not play between sundown
Friday and sundown Saturday.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
For how much we like sports, sports movies have never really done it for us. They're often trite, cliché and corny. Occasionally there will be a good one and, for some, these niche movies really work.
With last weekend's Academy Awards, movies are on people's minds. So let's keep things sports-related and list off some of the best -- and inevitably some of the worst -- sports flicks of all time. We'll start and you guys continue in the comments. You can go again after every five comments. One -- one! -- answer per comment, assbags. First person to mess up has to listen to "Wild Thing" on repeat.
We'll start with one we quite enjoy: Major League.
All right, movie buffs. Spew your pop-culture knowledge in the comments.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Well, for us, anyway. For these lads below, that whole matter of finding a team still remains. Damn logistics.
There are still so many big-name players currently unemployed that we’ve compiled a list of remaining free-agents who are former All-Stars (year(s) selected in parenthesis). It’s a pretty solid squad. We think it would probably take two of three from the Giants. Here goes:
C - Mike Piazza (1993-2002, 2004, 2005)
1B - Ryan Klesko (2001)
2B - Julio Franco (1989-1991)
3B - Jeff Cirillo (1997, 2000)
SS - Tony Batista (2000, 2002)
LF - Barry Bonds (1990, 1992-1998, 2000-2004, 2007)
CF - Kenny Lofton (1994-1999)
RF - Shawn Green (1999, 2002)
DH - Sammy Sosa (1995, 1998-2002, 2004)
Bench - Reggie Sanders (1995); Preston Wilson (2003); Rondell White (2003)
P - Roger Clemens (1986, 1988, 1990-1992, 1997, 1998, 2001, 2003-2005); David Wells (1995, 1998, 2000); Aaron Sele (1998, 2000); Eric Milton (2001); Russ Ortiz (2003)
RP - Armando Benitez (2003-2004); Jose Mesa (1995-1996)
Let’s go, GMs. Rondell White is still out there. Rondell White!
He was the coach for the Orediggers – the Orediggers! We can’t tell you what an Oredigger is or does. (Someone please help!) -- and later donated $50,000 toward the cost of renovating their athletic facilities. He’s a beloved figure there, you could say. So much so that they named their new court after him.
And they aren’t going to change it.
Montana Tech is 5-17 and could use a new coach. We might know someone who’s available. Just sayin’. Or, hey, a phone call or two couldn't hurt.
Montana Tech has no plans to change the name of its new basketball court, despite recent allegations against its namesake, former Indiana men's basketball coach Kelvin Sampson, athletic director Joe McClafferty said.
Monday, February 25, 2008
The days are longer, the sun is brighter and there's baseball in the air. Spring Training is underway and for the next month, you can talk about how your team has a chance at the playoffs, if X pitcher wins X games, X player has an .XXX OBP and just about everything else breaks right.
Hey, the Giants are 0-0 right now, tied for first and haven't yet lost 100 games. Times are good!
But with all the optimism in the air surrounding your favorite team, why hasn't any team jumped the gun on Barry Bonds yet?
Sure, he's 1.) A legal issue and 2.) A PR nightmare, but teams can't complain about his .276 batting average, .480 on-base, .565 slugging, 28 jacks and 75 runs scored in 126 games last season.
It's clear he's become a defensive liability, but just about any AL West team could use his services and DH him. Hell, if an NL team could get him on the cheap, platoon him in left field. At this point, a guy like Bonds could put a good team over the hump. And he's close to achieving some milestones; that'll put fans in the seats.
We'll see what happens. But we suppose Kangaroo court is the least of his worries.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
She's smart, sweet and delicious on pancakes. You could say that Mrs. Butterworth would be delicious with some Mrs. Butterworth's on her.
And while Mrs. B's bottle is a little more PC than it used to be, Aunt Jemima -- quite the looker herself -- is a bit behind the curve. Kinda like the Washington Redskins-equivalent for maple syrup.
Breakfast is our second least favorite meal of the day, only ahead of fourth meal, which is the stupidest fucking ad campaign in advertising. We eat like six meals by eight o'clock, so don't tell us to think outside of the bun when we're drunk and horny late at night.
Meanwhile, eggs are boring, oatmeal is like eating cement and cereal was much more fun when you were 7 and had your pick between a cartoon tiger, leprechaun or bunny.
We don't understand MySpace and the Facebook. It's neat to stay in touch with friends and see pictures; social networking sites are fantastic for that.
But then there are those people who play on these sites for hours. Like what the fuck do you do? It's not like a video game where you advance to the next level.
And the people who update their "status" letting you know that they're studying, taking a shit, or making sweet love to Mrs. Butterworth? Fuck that.
Usually we have no problem with ESPN. It still has the best coverage of games of any network. It has solid play-by-play guys, decent color commentators and the hottest pieces of ass roaming the sidelines.
Yet there are times where the network's self-promotion is bothersome. Take for example Wednesday night on College Game Night. Before showing highlights of what must've been a great game between The U and Duke, we got to see highlights of the blowout victories of Memphis and Tennessee and then a preview of that game, which conveniently, ESPN is carrying Saturday. That's a serious lack of news judgment.
Oh, and 1st and 10 is perhaps the worst 30 minutes of television since the invention of cable. How nobody has cut out Skip Bayless' tongue is mind-boggling.
We forgot how to sleep.
We'll be tired all day, be ready to go to sleep at 10 and then get a second wind, stay up until two, get in bed, and fall asleep at three.
And naturally, wake up at nine, tired, yet able to fall back asleep.
We need some Ambien, big time.
Hey, Oscars Sunday. Who ya got?
Here's what we want:
Best Picture: There Will Be Blood or No Country for Old Men -- if it's Atonement, that'd be criminal.
Actor: Daniel Day-Lewis, There Will Be Blood
Actress: Fuck cares?
Supporting Actor: Javier Bardem, No Country
Supporting Actress: This is still an award?
The first of many pornos we'll direct/co-star will be called, "No Cunt-ry For Small Men."
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
King's Cup might be the best drinking game out there. Everyone has their own version, there's ample drinking and sometimes -- on a few lucky occasions -- hot chicks end up naked. One of the best "games" in King's Cup is Categories, which often is represented by the Jack card. In Categories, the person who draws the card says a category (fast food joints, baseball stadiums, etc.) and everyone must go around the circle naming one until somebody stumbles. When that person fucks up, they drink. Make sense? Good.
We're 10 days until March, which is arguably the best sports month of the year. College hoops, baseball, college hoops. Nets will be getting cut down and courts stormed sooner than you think. We're close to tourney time and we don't feel we've addressed the college game nearly enough around here.
So let's get in the mood of March Madness with some tournament-related categories. Today's game is naming every Final Four team in the history of the Big Dance. We'll start and you guys continue in the comments. You can go again after every five comments. One -- one! -- answer per comment, assbags. First person to blow it gets to take a body shot off of Coach K.
We'll start a great one: George Mason.
Let's go, tourney fans. Make it happen in the comments.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
To make matters worse, Oregon State went beyond trash talking prior to Saturday's game with Washington.
It began Friday when OSU senior forward Marcel Jones and freshman center Sean Carter led a contingent of about five Beavers onto the court at the end of UW's practice, with Jones boasting, "Don't let our record fool you."Oh, good. An arranged fight. Where are the Jets and Sharks when you need them?
According to several UW players, coaches and others in the traveling party, the tensions didn't end there.
Washington players and coaches said a Beavers player, who several identified as Jones, left a voice message for Huskies guard Joel Smith, asking UW players to come to the parking lot of the hotel where Washington was staying, and fight.
The Huskies did not take up Jones' tempting offer to duke it out like in a teen drama. They did beat the Beavers by nearly 40, though.
I'm sorry I took steroids.
I'm sorry I ate the last cookie.
I'm sorry I told you the tooth fairy isn't real.
I'm sorry I left the toilet seat up.
I'm sorry I inhaled in high school.
I'm sorry I looked at Jeter in the shower.
I'm sorry I used sage instead of saffron in the rice.
I'm sorry I charged that hotel porn to A-Rod's room.
I'm sorry Clemens and I got loaded and set some beavers loose in the furniture store.
I'm sorry I lost those five playoff games.
I'm sorry I went to the National League.
I'm sorry about the beef recall.
I'm sorry I used to stay up late at night when I was 12 and try to make out the boobs in between the squiggly lines.
I'm sorry I called our Boy Scout leader a homo.
I'm sorry I dragged you to see Death Becomes Her.
I'm sorry I ate the chili from 7-Eleven.
I'm sorry I got caught.
Monday, February 18, 2008
We're 10 deep in to the next round and the next tourney should be lining up nicely with the other March Madness.
When putting the standings together, we realized that for how great your comments are and how much we appreciate your votes in the polls, you all are fucking nuts!
Only 4% said no to Cavs Girl Amanda. To an extent we could understand that most readers of a sports blog would happily nail this busty cheerleader. But comparatively, it doesn't make a ton of sense.
For example, Meghan Vasconcellos, who was carved from an angel, got many more "no" votes than Amanda.
And then there are Texans twins Marisa and Larisa, who, while twins, are perhaps the most homely looking cheerleaders in the history of Texas and cheering. Yet they're only a hair behind Vasconcellos.
And currently in last place? A fucking pornstar! Nearly half of you guys said you wouldn't nail ASU's Courtney Simpson. Unless you're all concerned about contracting an STD or hotdog-in-a-hallway-syndrome, you gentlemen are all thinking with the wrong head.
If we were ranking the current contestants, we'd go:
1. Meghan Vasconcellos
2. Seagals Heidi
3. Cavs Amanda
4. Carolina lesbians Renee and Angela
5. Suns Amanda
6. ASU Courtney Simpson
7. Vikings Krisandra
8. USC Christine
9. Texans twins Larisa and Marisa
10. Titans Erica
Isn't Daytona strictly for bikini-clad women and Spring Break parties?
We're not sure if the Daytona 500 is NASCAR, Indy Car or Formula-1 (or if there's a difference between the three), but somebody got in a car Sunday, drove around in circles 500 times and was slightly faster than the next guy.
Really, we just wanted an excuse to mention Super Sprint. That game fucking scraped.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Pitchers and catchers have officially reported. Soon there will be baseball, March Madness and sunshine, except in Seattle where reports have surfaced that the sun does not exist.
But baseball is here! If only the Giants wouldn't lose 100 games this season!
And start getting ready for fantasy baseball. We just signed up for our Yahoo! league. (Anyone got good team name suggestions?) If you're one for winning actual money and stuff for your fantasy sports, we encourage you to check out CBS Sports' Fantasy Baseball. You can even get $50 if you refer people.
And that's lovely Scottsdale Stadium. We'll be there one month from today!
You Know What Really Grinds My Gears (named after the segment on Family Guy, of course) is a new feature that will run whenever the fuck we want it to...but usually on a slow news day. It will focus on those pet peeves that, well, really grind your gears. It likely won't be sports-related. Fuck sports. This isn't a sports blog anyway...Oh. Right. Um, yeah, we'll see about making them sports-related. If you have any suggestions -- or would even like to guest write one! -- send your submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org or Ballhype us or something Internet-y like that.
You know what really grinds my gears? Valentine's Day.
What a bullshit holiday. Hallmark can go suck my ass for creating such a crapfest of an "event."
Valentine's Day is a lose-lose situation for pretty much every guy.
If you have a girlfriend/wife, good for you. You get to spend $100 on a shitty Helzberg diamond, $15 on Russell Stover's shit and then $80 at an overpriced, crowded restaurant. Maybe -- just maybe -- she'll give you a little head before you fornicate.
And if you don't have a girlfriend, well fuck. You're constantly reminded how seldom you get laid and that you're a pathetic loser with no friends, a lousy job and an inverted penis; for this one day, the world is against you.
Why can't everyday be Love Day? Hell, pick a random Wednesday in October and I'll give my girlfriend a night out on the town, spoil the shit out of her and make love to her like a GI just back from WWII. And I'm OK with that. It's not that I dislike treating my girl great -- I love that shit (and it often results in awesomeness in the bedroom). I just hate Valentine's Day -- and societal fucking norms -- telling me that on Feb. 14 I have to treat my girl extra special.
Then there's the weird shit on Valentine's Day. Like when you're in 3rd grade and you give valentines and those chalk-candy hearts to everyone in your class. For me it was OK because even when I was 9 I wanted to fuck just about every girl in my class. But for monogamists out there, that was probably pretty weird. And I also gave valentines to my teachers, which is sorta strange in a fetish-y kind of way.
Also, sometimes I have relatives that expect royal treatment from me on Valentine's Day. Like grandparents. Am I supposed to send a card? There's a place for that -- like a birthday. But Valentine's Day should just be between two lovers. When you get children and grandparents involved, that just muddies the water.
So happy Valentine's Day, motherfuckers. At least you only have to put up with this shit once a year.
Wednesday did not treat the Indiana Hoosiers well, as anything short of the football stadium burning down pretty much happened to the IU athletic department.
First, Hoosiers coach Kelvin Sampson was accused of committing five "major" rules violations, which could cost him his job as soon as Friday.
Also, a report was published about three IU football players getting arrested over the weekend.
Police arrested Indiana wide receiver James Bailey and running back Demetrius McCray on misdemeanor disorderly conduct charges after complaints of loud music from their apartment.
A teammate, freshman linebacker Darius Johnson, also was arrested over the weekend on misdemeanor charges after police said he was found passed out in a residence hall stairwell and later struggled with medics inside an ambulance.
Not hard-hitting stuff, but still bad publicity.
If athletic director Rick Greenspan polished off an entire bottle of Chivas Regal last night, who'd blame him?
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
We've ignored the NBA up until this point. It's a boring league, with whiny superstars and the hoops are too motherfucking low. Raise that shit to 11 feet already!
Since the ACC is the premier league in the land (the Pac-10 ain't too shabby, either), today's category will be naming all current NBA players who went to ACC universities. We'll start and you guys continue in the comments. You can go again after every five comments. One -- one! -- answer per comment, assbags. First person to mess up has to root for Duke for two weeks.
We'll start with a basket case, because, well, who doesn't like a superstar nutjob? Steve Francis (Maryland).
Let's go, college hoops (and soon-to-be NBA) fans. Slang your knowledge in the comments.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
But we scrolled down a bit, and learned Spree -- a Milwaukee native -- called his 70-foot boat "Milwaukee's Best." A reference to the Beast, yes? Certainly not his playing ability.
When we get our 70-foot yacht, we'll probably name it something along the lines of, "Dirty Sea-man" or "Cleveland Steamer."
As for Spree, he seems to be having trouble feeding his family. Sad. Where's that multi-million dollar contract when you really need it?
Here's the AP story to sum it up.
The score was tied. There was less than one second to play, and Georgetown's Jonathan Wallace was dribbling 70 feet from the basket when he heard the whistle.And here's the video.
He wondered what was up. After all, there's no way a referee would call a foul in that situation, right?
That "nudge" was a bump from Villanova's Corey Stokes, the 48th foul called in a frustrating, stop-and-start game. Wallace hit both free throws with one-tenth of a second on the clock to give the No. 8 Hoyas a 55-53 victory.
Sure, Georgetown could've gone in to OT and outscored 'Nova 10-0. Not probable, but our money would've been on the Hoyas, a top-10 team playing at home.
Still, criminal. No way to end an important game. Seattle Seahawks fans, feel free to make an officiating joke here.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Morris was trying to inbound with 47 seconds left, couldn't find anyone to pass to, and bounced it off Aboya's face to get a fresh five seconds. Morris was then able to inbound, which led to a UW score and victory.
Hey, the Huskies will take wins anyway they can get them.
The NFL has so much money. Like what the fuck? Like Pro Bowlers get even more money?! Are you fucking serious?! Fuck.
The Pro Bowl is bullshit anyway -- though it doesn't need to be -- and it's a meaningless game that's more flawed than the people who allowed "Norbit" to be made.
And while a free trip to Hawaii isn't enough, the players on the winning team each receive $40,000. Are you fucking serious?! Because multi-million dollar contracts don't cut it, hey, take a free trip to Hawaii, play just hard enough to scratch out a win, and we'll give you 40 grand for the hassle. Sincerely, The NFL.
Fuck. That's a lot of money. Even if you lose, you get 20k. That could buy a shit load of tacos at Jack in the Box.
And with a $40,000 bonus, just winning the Pro Bowl gives these NFLers more money in three hours than the following professionals make in a year:
-High school teachers
We suppose the NFL throwing around money is no surprise, but this seems a bit excessive. And in addition to his 40 g's, Pro Bowl MVP Adrian Peterson was awarded a car. If we saw that vehicle, we'd key the shit out of it.
If over two years of writing this site wasn't enough, we are now officially a blogger: we have met Will Leitch.
Deadspin Will came to Seattle Friday and read from his newest book, God Save the Fan. It was a good time out -- thankfully all awkwardness that comes with a book reading was mitigated with Boddington's and PBR. We were able to introduce ourselves to Will, get the book signed and tell him we just gave 27.50 reasons to link to our site more often.
Really though, it was great to meet the biggest name (oxymoron?) in sports blogging. He was pretty much as we expected, though with more blackface jokes (1) than we thought. And we had him pegged for whiskey. He was drinking what looked like something and tonic. Yeah. Totally blindsided.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Salvador Dali was on to something. What if you could melt time? Or clocks? Or stop time? Then you could time travel, which is much more Marty McFly than Salvador Dali.
Speaking of clocks and the future, if you could go back in time and fix one sports-related event, what would it be? Us, well, we probably wouldn't have let Dusty Baker take the ball from Russ Ortiz in a certain game.
National Signing Day is one of the most overrated, bullshit non-events that gets blown way out of proportion.
It's like the NFL Draft -- a great event, mind you -- with unestablished players.
The two biggest recruits we remember making a splash on Signing Day were Lorenzo Booker (Florida State) and Derrick Williams (Penn State). Both were supposed to change the landscape of their respective teams and lead them back to glory.
Both were fine players, but nothing that special. They're like the equivalent of a T.J. Duckett: decent player, but never made it big.
This time of year sucks. It's cold, wet and the only things going on sports-related are the NBA and mid-season college hoops.
If we could hibernate, we would. We'd go fucking hang out with some polar bears and just take the month of February off.
Our colleague and fellow blogger Josh is a stupid, distracting, soccer jersey-wearing douchenob. And he likes soccer. And he accepts that the U.S. and Mexico can tie.
In this results-driven world, we want a fucking winner and loser. What if the Revolutionaries and the Redcoats had tied?
Take your pick:
Hangnail or paper cut?
Javier Bardem or Daniel Day Lewis?
Duke or Carolina?
Red or blue?
Front door or back door?
The Shaq trade is mind-boggling. We imagine that Shawn Marion must've been a problem in the clubhouse; something other than getting an old, expensive big man sparked this deal. We think Marion forced Phoenix's hand.
What if Shaq melted?
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
We are in, what seems like anyway, the prime of sports blogging. In about five minutes, you can sign up for a Blogger account and be a published author. No experience needed. It's kinda like crack in the 90s: sports blogging is the new cool thing.
Today's category then, we'll be naming all independent sports blogs. What's independent mean? No affiliation with a newspaper or mainstream media website. Use your judgment. We'll start and you guys continue in the comments. You can go again after every five comments. One -- one! -- answer per comment, assbags. There are tons of these, so let's set a new commenting record! Also, link to the site that you mention. First person to blow it has to shotgun a 40.
We'll start with a favorite: The Hater Nation (NFL Adam told us if we said that, he'd buy our lunch when we visit him later this month).
*That's a picture of "Mean Girls" co-star Lacey Chabert. When we did an image search for "sports blogs," she was the third item that popped up. Weird. Anyway, here are some more pants-stirring, yet safe-for-work, pics of her.
Here's what they said about us:
An in-your-face, no-holds-barred, comical look at the sports world. If you want a laugh and don't mind some foul-mouthed honesty, this is a good site to check out. This trio has been busting chops since 2005, which means their blog has lasted about two years longer than your average site.Aside from failing to mention our striking good looks and remarkable athletic ability, we couldn't have summed up the site better ourselves.
But still, pretty funny stuff.
And if you don't know why Silverman is joking about this, here's People magazine to conveniently summarize:
Comedian Sarah Silverman had a special surprise for boyfriend Jimmy Kimmel on Thursday night's 5th anniversary of his ABC late-night show -- and it involved getting naughty with Matt Damon.Ugh, so, ya know, would you bleep Sarah Silverman? (We had to ask).
Damon (a Kimmel pal and frequent joker on the late-night show) gets in on the fun, too, asking Kimmel, "How do you like them apples?"
Damon and Silverman, Kimmel's girlfriend of over five years, even show off their dance moves in a hip-hop interlude.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
From the New York Post via Ben Maller:
PEDRO Martinez waits for no table! The Mets pitching ace became "visibly upset" when told by a maitre d' that he would have to wait for a table at Prime 112 in Miami last week. A spy said, "Pedro started cursing and demanded to be seated. He was with a friend and had been discussing the team's pitching staff. Pedro didn't look happy at all with the discussion and got even madder when he was told to wait." To make matters worse, Star Jones walked in and was seated immediately.Who the fuck is Star Jones? Has the name of a pornstar turned stripper turned hooker.
As for Pedro, yeah, we'd be "visibly upset," too. Waiting for a table -- let alone waiting for anything -- sucks. We had to wait 30 minutes for a table at Cheesecake Factory last weekend. Don't they know who the fuck we are?
So when Oregon decides to spend a record $200 million on a new basketball arena, opposed to, say, education, we can't help but laugh.
From The Oregonian via Ben Maller...by the way, Ben Maller is the shit. That guy finds all these juicy nuggets while we merely link to them and make jokes. That's why he's employed by Fox Sports (read: paid) while we're self-employed (read: unpaid). Anyway:
University of Oregon leaders will make their biggest pitch ever to the Legislature this month, requesting $200 million in state-backed bonds to build the most expensive campus basketball arena in the nation.
Lawmaker approval would create a no-money-down, 30-year mortgage that the university plans to repay with arena revenues and athletic department donations.
UO's proposal pushes a debate held largely in faculty meetings to the floor of the Capitol: Is it appropriate to use public debt for a posh athletics venue while the state's universities struggle to support core academic programs?
Or is the plan, which requires no cash from the state, merely a creative way to replace an ancient arena and maintain the school's national edge in sports facilities?
-We, for some reason, think the new arena will sort of resemble the Death Star.
-The Pit is one of the best venues in the Pac-10, if not the country. It's old, decrepit and small. Perfect for a college hoops game.
-The word "lawmaker" looks a lot like "lawnmower."
-Let's go hypothetical: If this facility was approved and built last year, would that have convinced Kyle Singler and Kevin Love (both native Oregonians) to sign with the Duckies?
-Phil Knight should financially back this blog.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Who said the Giants didn't have a chance?
Certainly not us. We called this upset weeks ago and predicted a 17-14 final score, Eli Manning would be the MVP and Plax would score the game-winning touchdown.
Elsewhere, we'll put money that the sun will rise in the east tomorrow. Mark that shit down.
Was This The Biggest Super Bowl Upset Ever?
We talked to our dad before the game and he was all like, "Hey, the Giants played New England heads up in the last game of the regular season and could pull the upset, yada, yada, yada."
We said, "Niners vs. Chargers in '95."
For two weeks, people were talking themselves in to thinking that San Diego had a chance to beat the heavily favored 49ers. They thought that maybe, just maybe, things break right and the Bolts pull the big one.
You know what happened: 49ers: 49, Chargers: 26.
We really thought Sunday's game would've been the same story. People were looking for reasons to give New York a chance, but did anyone actually think they were going to win?
It'll go down as one of the biggest upsets ever -- not just in football. And, in our opinion, deservingly so.
Manning was great, Giants defense was better
Eli Manning was superb. He was elusive, he made great throws and, perhaps most importantly for Young Manning, he made good decisions.
But for how good Manning was, the most valuable person Sunday was Giants defensive coordinator Steve Spagnuolo.
He drew up a phenomenal game plan, constantly harassing Brady and putting more pressure on the Pats offensive line and QB than they've seen all season.
When the New England had the ball with about 30 seconds left, we though for sure the Pats would move the ball. Maybe get a few first downs, maybe get in field goal range, maybe even win it right there.
But Spagnuolo stuck with the game plan. He didn't fuck around with the Prevent defense and kept the pressure on. Four and out and a World Championship for the Giants.
Did this get him the Redskins job?
For How Good the Defense Was, Where the Hell Was New England's Offense?
On the second to last drive of New England's season, the Patriots marched the ball down the field and scored the go-ahead-TD. Where was that the rest of the game?
For that one drive, New England looked like the 18-0 Patriots. Moving at ease and taking no shit from the defense.
But the rest of the game, the offense stalled, the front line couldn't handle New York's pressure and Brady looked out of sync and frustrated.
Did the Giants change the defense on said drive? Not as much blitzing? We don't know enough about Xs and Os to say, but whatever the Pats were doing (or Giants not doing) on that drive worked.
A Horribly Disappointing End to the Season; It Couldn't Have Happened to a Better Team
Asshole coach, Playboy QB who has everything, and the douchiest fans in America.
For how devastated the Pats and their fans are, it couldn't have happened to a better bunch. Hell, Boston already has a World Series champ, it's good that the city could be denied a Super Bowl title.
Other Random Thoughts
-Didn't hear too many mentions of Don Shula. He's probably thrilled. Or thrillicious. What a terrible ad campaign that was.
-Tom Petty opening with "American Girl" was seen from miles away. But not closing with "Free Fallin'"? That came out of nowhere. C'mon Tom, you always close with your biggest hit. What the fuck was that?
-Joe Buck was his usual, monotone self. If Mike Patrick was calling that game, he might've had a minor heart attack because he would've been so excited. He would've been fun to listen to.
-Artichoke jalapeño dip is the chronic.
-Belichick's red sweatshirt? That's a slap in the face to superstition.
-There was one camera shot that panned over the back sides of the Patriots cheerleaders. Squats and lunges do wonders, people!
-We were watching with a girl, who said after a commercial about obesity, "If my kid was obese, I'd drown it."
-She was not talking about Jordin Sparks.
-We imagine the shots of Peyton Manning in the luxury box weren't popular. But we liked them. We thought it was nice to see him showing some emotion and cheering on his little bro.
-What was with all the animals in the commercials? For that many animals, we half-expected some bestiality.
-A few of those SalesGenie ads were pretty racist. Same goes for that Bud Light one -- "Give me a Bud Light."
-As far as Super Bowls go, that one was pretty enjoyable. A good way to send out the 2007-08 season. Until next year...