I love making jack-o'-lanterns.
I made this one Saturday during my sparsely attended movie party.
Something turned out right.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Cardinal Sin
Spiteful Sports Tripe
After some thought – I suppose "obsessing" would be more accurate – I've come to this conclusion about U of L's now-moot football season:
We are gonna regret the day we didn't fire Bobby Petrino when we had the chance, free and clear.
It's not just that this creep – who tried to stab a friend and mentor in the back and then lied publicly about it until he just got plain busted – has robbed me of the typical fan-boy delusions about sportsmanship, hard work, epic struggle, blah blah blah. At Papa John's, it's all about winning and the money that comes from it. I'd hope the University doesn't have the gall to scold us fans for turning sour on this character, when it was Jurich and the Development Office who wrote the cynical rules that apply here. But if I hoped that, I'd be disappointed again.
No, my main worry is just this:
I know what offensive play Bobby P. is gonna call next.
Well, most of the time – I still haven't figured out why he went away from Tinch over the middle in the second half against West Virginia.
But more often than not, I can predict with alarming accuracy the next rollout pass on 3rd-and-2, the next deep shot after a crossing route gains 14 yards (seven on the ground; draws up the safety), the next little semi-draw that grabs nine yards at mid-field. I'm no football genius, mind you – in fact, I still get a little confused by blocking patterns.
But I have been watching Petrino's offense for 2 ½ years now, and I see patterns. Oregon State and North Carolina don't watch every game, I suppose. South Florida does, and they knew what was coming, too. West Virginia has a stake in knowing what's coming, and they are well on the way to figuring this stuff out.
After the "shock and awe" wears off, what we have left is a gimmicky offense that can't reliably pop a 250-pound tailback off-tackle for two yards, and a defense that reflects the head coach's obsession with offensive homeruns by playing scared of them on the other side of the ball.
My prediction: 9-3, with the final loss probably coming at UConn to end the regular season, then a unsatisfying bowl win over some mid-tier Big Ten school that isn't gonna see it coming.
I said 8-3 at the start of the season, by the way (I have witnesses). But I didn't predict how crappy that would taste.
After some thought – I suppose "obsessing" would be more accurate – I've come to this conclusion about U of L's now-moot football season:
We are gonna regret the day we didn't fire Bobby Petrino when we had the chance, free and clear.
It's not just that this creep – who tried to stab a friend and mentor in the back and then lied publicly about it until he just got plain busted – has robbed me of the typical fan-boy delusions about sportsmanship, hard work, epic struggle, blah blah blah. At Papa John's, it's all about winning and the money that comes from it. I'd hope the University doesn't have the gall to scold us fans for turning sour on this character, when it was Jurich and the Development Office who wrote the cynical rules that apply here. But if I hoped that, I'd be disappointed again.
No, my main worry is just this:
I know what offensive play Bobby P. is gonna call next.
Well, most of the time – I still haven't figured out why he went away from Tinch over the middle in the second half against West Virginia.
But more often than not, I can predict with alarming accuracy the next rollout pass on 3rd-and-2, the next deep shot after a crossing route gains 14 yards (seven on the ground; draws up the safety), the next little semi-draw that grabs nine yards at mid-field. I'm no football genius, mind you – in fact, I still get a little confused by blocking patterns.
But I have been watching Petrino's offense for 2 ½ years now, and I see patterns. Oregon State and North Carolina don't watch every game, I suppose. South Florida does, and they knew what was coming, too. West Virginia has a stake in knowing what's coming, and they are well on the way to figuring this stuff out.
After the "shock and awe" wears off, what we have left is a gimmicky offense that can't reliably pop a 250-pound tailback off-tackle for two yards, and a defense that reflects the head coach's obsession with offensive homeruns by playing scared of them on the other side of the ball.
My prediction: 9-3, with the final loss probably coming at UConn to end the regular season, then a unsatisfying bowl win over some mid-tier Big Ten school that isn't gonna see it coming.
I said 8-3 at the start of the season, by the way (I have witnesses). But I didn't predict how crappy that would taste.
Monday, October 10, 2005
If You Are Reading This, You're Invited
I realize it might be considered unwise to post your phone number on a blog, but get real ... Google knows where you are already.Now that's scary.
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