This weekend is championship weekend in college football. It is also the last chance for the Big East to prove their worth as the weak link of the BCS. Some would argue that the ACC hasn't fared much better in recent seasons but they have been in many more close games then Big East representatives.
Since the inception of the BCS for the 1998-1999 season, the Big East has a 6-5 record. Not bad. But they've never had an at-large team and the team responsible for half those victories (Miami-FL) is now in the ACC. The 2007 entrant, Louisville, hasn't had a winning season since. West Virginia, the only current Big East team to have impressive showing on a national stage, is third in the conference even after knocking off Pitt. That leaves last year's sacrificial lamb, Cincinnati, to take the ball...but they still need to win in Pittsburgh.
Tony Pike is back for the Bearcats and Pitt is coming off a crushing loss. If Cincy wins, they will be undefeated and at least the number five team in the country. Ahead of them is Florida, Alabama, Texas, and TCU. Here lies the issue I have with the current BCS. Either Florida or Alabama will lose this week, guaranteed. Ok, that is an easy one because they are playing in the SEC title game. Texas has Nebraska in the Big 12 championship and from past years the favorite in this game isn't always a slam dunk (I still hate you Chris Brown...no not the one that raccoon eyed Rihanna). So there lies the conundrum, Florida or Bama go down along with Texas and you still have TCU sitting there at BCS #4. They play in the Mountain West Conference who have been pining to get into the BCS along with the WAC. Utah and Boise State have put together impressive campaigns and taken down some big guns in big games. BYU isn't too shabby either. So, if Cincinnati doesn't usurp TCU into the BCS Championship with a win over Pittsburgh and a Texas loss then take the Big East out of the BCS and insert the Mountain West. No more excuses.
Granted if Texas takes care of business against the Huskers this whole argument is mute. I just sometimes like to have preemptive conflictual discussions.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Why The Colts Won't Go 19-0
Aside from the injuries and three (however winnable) road games left in this campaign, my favorite NFL team the Indianapolis Colts will not run the table and as sure as I am white they will not win the Super Bowl. I have put together four I feel solid points to back up this claim, each one more painful than the previous.
1. Jim Caldwell is a Tony Dungy desciple.
This means two things. Rest once the division is locked up (which could come as early as next Sunday against the resurgent Titans) and no chances taken with even the slightest injuries. Which means even if history is on the line, America is guaranteed at least four to six quarters over the final two weeks of Sorgi time. Peyton Manning is already taking practice time off and Joe Addai and Don Brown have been playing the ever fun game "Who's Going To Be More Injured This Week?" since the preseason. If Indy goes 13-3 it will be a Godsend and no not the Greg Kinnear/Robert Deniro/John Stamos' ex vehicle with dead child clones.
2. The San Diego Chargers are still around.
Never has a team flown up my old scale of hate like the San Diego Superchargers. From that diarrhea-of-the-mouth having Philip Rivers to the Hall Of Fame bound crybaby deluxe LaDanian Tomlinson to the fact that goddamn Billy Volek who I am pretty sure missed a couple of spots washing my Volvo the other day beating the Colts in the divisional round. I fear these twats more than New England at this juncture and hopefully Denver can right the ship and keep these clowns sitting at home come January.
3. There is no storyline for it.
Sometimes one can view the NFL like pro wrestling. If there is no compelling storyline for the two teams or wrestlers who really cares. There is always the old faithfuls such as the dynasty, the revenge game, etc. I see no such scenario coming up this season.
4. I feel positive about this team.
This is basically the kiss of death. Any time I feel positive about anything in my life you might as well take that feeling and flush it down the toilet. It may seem from this little rant that I have no positivity in my body. However I feel that this team is my best ticket to seeing a championship and that is why it is doomed to not happen.
1. Jim Caldwell is a Tony Dungy desciple.
This means two things. Rest once the division is locked up (which could come as early as next Sunday against the resurgent Titans) and no chances taken with even the slightest injuries. Which means even if history is on the line, America is guaranteed at least four to six quarters over the final two weeks of Sorgi time. Peyton Manning is already taking practice time off and Joe Addai and Don Brown have been playing the ever fun game "Who's Going To Be More Injured This Week?" since the preseason. If Indy goes 13-3 it will be a Godsend and no not the Greg Kinnear/Robert Deniro/John Stamos' ex vehicle with dead child clones.
2. The San Diego Chargers are still around.
Never has a team flown up my old scale of hate like the San Diego Superchargers. From that diarrhea-of-the-mouth having Philip Rivers to the Hall Of Fame bound crybaby deluxe LaDanian Tomlinson to the fact that goddamn Billy Volek who I am pretty sure missed a couple of spots washing my Volvo the other day beating the Colts in the divisional round. I fear these twats more than New England at this juncture and hopefully Denver can right the ship and keep these clowns sitting at home come January.
3. There is no storyline for it.
Sometimes one can view the NFL like pro wrestling. If there is no compelling storyline for the two teams or wrestlers who really cares. There is always the old faithfuls such as the dynasty, the revenge game, etc. I see no such scenario coming up this season.
4. I feel positive about this team.
This is basically the kiss of death. Any time I feel positive about anything in my life you might as well take that feeling and flush it down the toilet. It may seem from this little rant that I have no positivity in my body. However I feel that this team is my best ticket to seeing a championship and that is why it is doomed to not happen.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thanksgiving Day Football = Hole In The Head
I know it is tradition. I knew from where I live before I ever watched my first dreadful Turkey Day Lions blowout. Thanksgiving Day is supposed to be about family and football. Right now I could use a little less of both. This year's NFL (and high school, Westerly 30 Stonington 0 for the uninformed) football games were an absolute joke.
The Lions scored first in the 12:30 game against Green Bay then were subsequently outscored 34-5. Unless you had Aaron Rodgers or Donald Driver on your fantasy team even a Cheesehead couldn't have given a crap about this turd of a contest.
Next it was Oakland v. Dallas and boy was this one a barn burner. Jason Garrett seemingly still went with his ever clever strategy at throwing 25 times at one of the top 5 corners in the league. But when Tashard Choice and Felix Jones run for about 30 yards a carry and Jason Witten awoke from his season long coma, it helps. But still it was against Oakland, a team starting the one the only Bruce Gradkowski under center, at home. 24-7 was the score not the time frame for where the old hardcore title was defended.
Then came the main event so to speak, a battle of two seemingly event matched teams in the Broncos and the Giants. First things first let me just say that of all the leagues starting their own networks, the NFL's may be the worst when it comes to game production value. The announcing team sounds like they are working on a radio feed and I'd like to get through at least one set of replays without random splicing of an unknown cameraman's feet tangled in wires. But I digress, to the game itself. Yawn. If the people I were originally watching the game with weren't Giants fans getting irate after each successive missed tackle and blown coverage, I would have more than likely fell asleep. The Giants confuse me in so many ways and seem to invent new ways to be inept each week. Whether it be Brandon Jacobs trying to do his best Jamal Lewis impression by stutter stepping before running right into a crowd of six defenders and immediately falling down. Or fumbleitis running wild like Hulkamania. Don't get me wrong the Broncos are not the Raiders or the Lions but the Giants can't possibly be THIS bad. Hopefully the games this weekend make up for the sorry excuses for ones were this holiday. Stupid overeating I feel another dump coming on.
The Lions scored first in the 12:30 game against Green Bay then were subsequently outscored 34-5. Unless you had Aaron Rodgers or Donald Driver on your fantasy team even a Cheesehead couldn't have given a crap about this turd of a contest.
Next it was Oakland v. Dallas and boy was this one a barn burner. Jason Garrett seemingly still went with his ever clever strategy at throwing 25 times at one of the top 5 corners in the league. But when Tashard Choice and Felix Jones run for about 30 yards a carry and Jason Witten awoke from his season long coma, it helps. But still it was against Oakland, a team starting the one the only Bruce Gradkowski under center, at home. 24-7 was the score not the time frame for where the old hardcore title was defended.
Then came the main event so to speak, a battle of two seemingly event matched teams in the Broncos and the Giants. First things first let me just say that of all the leagues starting their own networks, the NFL's may be the worst when it comes to game production value. The announcing team sounds like they are working on a radio feed and I'd like to get through at least one set of replays without random splicing of an unknown cameraman's feet tangled in wires. But I digress, to the game itself. Yawn. If the people I were originally watching the game with weren't Giants fans getting irate after each successive missed tackle and blown coverage, I would have more than likely fell asleep. The Giants confuse me in so many ways and seem to invent new ways to be inept each week. Whether it be Brandon Jacobs trying to do his best Jamal Lewis impression by stutter stepping before running right into a crowd of six defenders and immediately falling down. Or fumbleitis running wild like Hulkamania. Don't get me wrong the Broncos are not the Raiders or the Lions but the Giants can't possibly be THIS bad. Hopefully the games this weekend make up for the sorry excuses for ones were this holiday. Stupid overeating I feel another dump coming on.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Unemployment Is A Pain In The Ass
Being unemployed is pretty terrible. Especially when you have no real leisure time activities. You run out of money real quick and with the amount of debt I have accrued over the years that rate is substantially multiplied. With a person like me though it gives me ample time to deal with the finer things in my life, sports. When everything else around me is falling apart like John Cusack told me the world will in 2012, I can always turn to sports to grant me some emotional outpouring.
The good:
The Colts are 10-0 and they have dodged some serious shrapnel to get there. Every week I have to turn on a television or a radio and hear a group of "experts" predict the Colts demise. This isn't the 2007 Patriots where every week it was one rimjob after another predicting another thrashing for the Belicheats and the Backup Bradys of the National Fixed League. But as a fan I enjoy having a team play so well under such adverse conditions and still be underestimated. Well, let me go back to adverse conditions. The Colts have had a rash of injuries, like any team in the NFL does, but have plugged the gaps admirably and behind the arm of Peyton Manning and timely plays from offense, defense, and special teams they have maintained their spotless record. But I swear on my unexisting soul if one more analyst mentions Bob Sanders as the key injury one more time...Sagat-esque Tiger Uppercuts for everyone. I'm over it. The guy is less reliable than a crackhead. And I bet you that crackhead more than likely has less physical ailments than the aforementioned Mr. Sanders (aside from well you know, being addicted to crack). Onward and upward Indy, because 19-0 needs to happen someday.
The bad:
Well, I root for the Knicks. It is similar to battered wife syndrome in my eyes and 2010 is supposed to be that one day when hubby buries his alcoholic demons and doesn't treat me like a Tyson opponent from the mid-80's. With each passing day though and watching this team one day show a ton of heart (I think I just threw up a little writing that) and the next day playing as if they are the reincarnation of the Washington Generals. LeBron isn't coming, neither is D-Wade or CB4 or any other gangsta rap movie from 1993 with Charlie Murphy in it. Liverpool FC, which for American people is a football...whoops soccer team from England, can't stay healthy or seem to get out of their own way. Why is it that any team I choose to support regardless of any prior knowledge of their history, etc. etc. immediately becomes a bungling bunch of ragtag underachievers. I could rant longer but I'll stop because I need to talk about the World Series of Hate aka Phillies v. Yankees. Two teams I couldn't wish more to get mass amounts of STDs (Sorry Colorado maybe next year) playing for a prize while the team who garners my support, the LA Dodgers, golfs. The consistency of these events lead me to truly believe that there is without a shadow of a doubt no God. Theological argument ending...now.
The ugly:
This picture of Gheorghe Muresan. And all of my Yahoo! fantasy teams currently. Never once have I been so horrendous over a string of several leagues. After winning my baseball league I have gone into a tailspin and no not the cartoon because in my world bears cannot fly planes. Losses have built up at an astounding pace and in my first venture into fantasy hockey you guessed it, I'm bringing up the rear like Billy Mays in a marathon (It's because he's dead not because he was fat.)
Well, hope this makes me some money. Or at least gets the Gitz to want to beat the shit out of me. Either way I'm down.
The good:
The Colts are 10-0 and they have dodged some serious shrapnel to get there. Every week I have to turn on a television or a radio and hear a group of "experts" predict the Colts demise. This isn't the 2007 Patriots where every week it was one rimjob after another predicting another thrashing for the Belicheats and the Backup Bradys of the National Fixed League. But as a fan I enjoy having a team play so well under such adverse conditions and still be underestimated. Well, let me go back to adverse conditions. The Colts have had a rash of injuries, like any team in the NFL does, but have plugged the gaps admirably and behind the arm of Peyton Manning and timely plays from offense, defense, and special teams they have maintained their spotless record. But I swear on my unexisting soul if one more analyst mentions Bob Sanders as the key injury one more time...Sagat-esque Tiger Uppercuts for everyone. I'm over it. The guy is less reliable than a crackhead. And I bet you that crackhead more than likely has less physical ailments than the aforementioned Mr. Sanders (aside from well you know, being addicted to crack). Onward and upward Indy, because 19-0 needs to happen someday.
The bad:
Well, I root for the Knicks. It is similar to battered wife syndrome in my eyes and 2010 is supposed to be that one day when hubby buries his alcoholic demons and doesn't treat me like a Tyson opponent from the mid-80's. With each passing day though and watching this team one day show a ton of heart (I think I just threw up a little writing that) and the next day playing as if they are the reincarnation of the Washington Generals. LeBron isn't coming, neither is D-Wade or CB4 or any other gangsta rap movie from 1993 with Charlie Murphy in it. Liverpool FC, which for American people is a football...whoops soccer team from England, can't stay healthy or seem to get out of their own way. Why is it that any team I choose to support regardless of any prior knowledge of their history, etc. etc. immediately becomes a bungling bunch of ragtag underachievers. I could rant longer but I'll stop because I need to talk about the World Series of Hate aka Phillies v. Yankees. Two teams I couldn't wish more to get mass amounts of STDs (Sorry Colorado maybe next year) playing for a prize while the team who garners my support, the LA Dodgers, golfs. The consistency of these events lead me to truly believe that there is without a shadow of a doubt no God. Theological argument ending...now.
The ugly:
This picture of Gheorghe Muresan. And all of my Yahoo! fantasy teams currently. Never once have I been so horrendous over a string of several leagues. After winning my baseball league I have gone into a tailspin and no not the cartoon because in my world bears cannot fly planes. Losses have built up at an astounding pace and in my first venture into fantasy hockey you guessed it, I'm bringing up the rear like Billy Mays in a marathon (It's because he's dead not because he was fat.)
Well, hope this makes me some money. Or at least gets the Gitz to want to beat the shit out of me. Either way I'm down.
Friday, October 2, 2009
A Game of Mystery to Me
by ALpocalypse
The NHL season starts up again and for the first time in my life I am participating in a fantasy hockey league. In the past, I have volunteered my knowledge to fantasy football, basketball, and baseball. Hell, I even joined a fantasy soccer team! Of course I had no idea what the heck I was doing so I got my ass kicked. Over the years, I have had some success winning a few leagues here and there with a decent track record of wins and losses. Now, I’ve attempted to learn a little about the sport by watching a game once and awhile. Although, it’s pretty damn tough when you don’t get the Versus network and they play one game a week on TV.
As it stands, my current knowledge of players consists of the obvious stars Alex Ovechkin, Sidney Crosby, and Malkin. However, the true test of my knowledge when it concerns hockey, goes back 14 years ago in a little known Super Nintendo game by the name of NHL 95’. I’ve played my fair share of the game and in college I would completely destroy my buddy 13-0 on multiple occasions. I’d beat him so bad that I would repeat the melody the game would play after each goal, this would occur about every 2 minutes. When I played the game I remembered some of the main players Messier, Sakic, Jagr,
Thursday, August 13, 2009
It's That Time Of Year
It's the time of year where I should be getting pumped about the upcoming NFL season. However, that is not the case right now. I can't fully explain it but I'll try anyway. Whether it is the fact that my team (the Colts) has been taken out in awful fashion two consecutive campaigns by the team who is dangerously close to usurping New England as my least favorite NFL team, the San Diego Chargers.
It could also be that the league has finally reached a breaking point when it comes to my dedication to viewing/caring about it. Sundays used to be joyous occasions where me and my fellow football fanatics would down two dollar drafts and get everybody in the place to love the garbage we were spewing or at least want to put their fists through our skulls. I can't remember the last time I took a full Sunday to soak in a complete day's worth of action.
It could also be that there are other things on my plate. European soccer is days away and the Dodgers are prime time players in baseball. I'm usually disillusioned by the MLB by this juncture because I am surrounded by the constant dick measuring contest between Red Sox Nation and the Yankee Universe (honestly, what are you the WWE?). Although the Hollywood Dodgers have come back to Earth from where they were pre-All Star break, I have something to keep my attention other than how many carries Donald Brown is getting in preseason tune-ups. European soccer has caught my eye over the past few years and is something I have become quite passionate about. It's not for everyone, especially in Westerly, but I dig it.
It could also be that it just hasn't started yet and once I make that first fantasy football trade or see that first Joseph Addai fumble that the NFL makes a roaring charge back into my life. Only time will tell. It's just not that time yet.
It could also be that the league has finally reached a breaking point when it comes to my dedication to viewing/caring about it. Sundays used to be joyous occasions where me and my fellow football fanatics would down two dollar drafts and get everybody in the place to love the garbage we were spewing or at least want to put their fists through our skulls. I can't remember the last time I took a full Sunday to soak in a complete day's worth of action.
It could also be that there are other things on my plate. European soccer is days away and the Dodgers are prime time players in baseball. I'm usually disillusioned by the MLB by this juncture because I am surrounded by the constant dick measuring contest between Red Sox Nation and the Yankee Universe (honestly, what are you the WWE?). Although the Hollywood Dodgers have come back to Earth from where they were pre-All Star break, I have something to keep my attention other than how many carries Donald Brown is getting in preseason tune-ups. European soccer has caught my eye over the past few years and is something I have become quite passionate about. It's not for everyone, especially in Westerly, but I dig it.
It could also be that it just hasn't started yet and once I make that first fantasy football trade or see that first Joseph Addai fumble that the NFL makes a roaring charge back into my life. Only time will tell. It's just not that time yet.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
I tweet the NFL Draft.
To give this site analysis it hasn't had in...weeks, I re-present my Twitter remarks on the DRAFT. Some will apply, some won't matter, all will be awesome~! Also, these are posted as they were on Twitter as I am finding them. So look at the time and do some math or something.
Part 1: I Watch on ESPN Two Picks In
(after the second pick of Jason Smith) Mel Kiper just said "It's not an A because they passed on Sanchez." THE HELL IS HE ON WHERE SANCHEZ IS A TOP 5 PICK. #nfldraft
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