Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Five To Eye For SB XLI …


You’ll hear a lot of crazy stats, tidbits and trivia between now and the kickoff of Super Bowl XLI – like the fact that the Colts and my little bro's Bears scored exactly the same amount of points (427) this year, a 30-second commercial spot costs $2.7 million, how this Super Bowl has spawned the ugliest jersey ever and how Gilbert Gottfried has killed media day. What you won’t hear is a position-by-position, unit-by-unit, well-reasoned analysis of what is likely to happen on Super Bowl Sunday. The following five storylines will be among the main ones to follow between hyped commercials and the appearance of #$&*!((@ or Prince or whatever his name happens to be at halftime:

1. Dr. Jackass, Mr. Rex:

“Good Rex” vs. “Bad Rex” has been done to death. Outside of all the hyperbole and exaggeration about the play of Bears quarterback Rex Grossman is the fact that he has led his team to 15 wins.

When he’s good, he’s really good; when he’s bad, he’s really bad. We get it. But they say true players are revealed in the playoff fire, and though no one is inclined to actually report it, Grossman has outperformed the Colts’ Peyton Manning (75.4 to 66.8) in terms of passer rating – which is a somewhat arbitrary measure and one that I hate. Grossman made a clutch throw in a pressure-packed situation on third down in overtime against the Seahawks to set up the game-winning field goal, and while it’s impossible to measure what that can do for a young quarterback’s confidence, it certainly can’t hurt.

Watch Grossman on his first few throws. If he connects on a medium-range bullet early on, you can usually tell that he is going to be on his game. If he throws a flutterball to the other team and starts implementing his 28-yard-drop-and-desperation-heave-off-the-back-foot strategy, the turnovers are going to come in a flurry.

2. News Flash: “Colts Say They Have Discovered Tackling”:

I don’t put too much stock in this “resurgence” of the Indianapolis defense. They were bad all year and a couple of games in the playoffs doesn’t erase that. The Chiefs and the Ravens are both coaching-challenged and are shaky offensively, and the Patriots put up 34 on the Colts. Not exactly the birth of the “Doomsday Defense.”

Teams ran all over Indy during the regular season, and you can bet Bears offensive coordinator Ron Turner will showcase a steady dose of Thomas Jones around the edge and Cedric Benson up the middle. This approach will serve the threefold purpose of keeping Manning & Co. off the field, attacking the Colts’ biggest weakness and taking pressure off of Grossman. Will Chicago stick with it if they face tough sledding early on? Will the Bears have enough success to run some play-action for Grossman to tight end Desmond Clark down the seam or wideout Bernard Berrian over the top? Will Grossman get bored and try to put the offense on his shoulders?

The matchup of the Bears offense and the Colts defense is the question of the game. Is the advantage for Chicago here larger than the disparity between the Indianapolis offense and the Bears defense? If the answer is yes, as I suspect, then the Windy City could be partying like it’s 1985.

3. The Manning Curse:

There is a sentiment among some that the Manning family is a collection of bitches who realized how much everyone hated them and has embarked on a PR blitz the past couple of years in an attempt to change that perception. OK, well that’s my sentiment, anyway. Whether it’s Peyton’s selfish, maniacal pursuit of statistics, Ely’s whiny face that makes him look like someone just stole his Cabbage Patch Kid when he throws an interception or Archie’s disturbing resemblance to Woody Allen, the “first family” of the NFL needs a locker room-sized closet for all its skeletons.

Peyton has a tendency – nay, a need – to try to be a hero, which is just one of the reasons why he has thrown six interceptions in the playoffs thus far. His reputation as a playoff goat precedes him, and you could make a compelling case that the Colts won the first two playoff games despite him. He rallied his team dramatically against New England, but does that magically transform him into a clutch performer and erase the years of bad outings at crunch time? That remains to be seen, especially against a defense that specializes in creating havoc and forcing turnovers.

4. Hester’s Last Stand:

Devin Hester took the NFL by storm this year as a rookie, with six return touchdowns. Devin Hester played at Miami, where the Super Bowl is being held. Devin Hester is from Riviera Beach, Fla. Devin Hester is arguably the most dynamic weapon and threat in the league. Devin Hester hasn’t been heard from in a few games.

Even though the pundits have two full weeks to break down the Super Bowl, the absence of Hester’s name in all the analysis is nothing short of mind-boggling. This guy is the ultimate “X” factor and almost singlehandedly wins the kicking game for the Bears, a team that relies on that aspect of every matchup. Many catches believe that if offense, defense and special teams make up the three phases of the game, winning two of those in any given contest will almost guarantee victory. Having Hester when he's on is like winning this phase prior to the coin toss.

Hester muffed two punts against Seattle, then had a touchdown called back on a penalty vs. New Orleans. Something tells me that on the biggest stage, in his old stomping grounds, he is going to be heard from in a big way.

5. Happy Feet, Literace (Jazz) Hands:

One of the surprising developments of this year is that Manning, who is used to having six seconds to throw in a protective cocoon, has been taking a little punishment. Teams have been able to devise some pass-rushing tactics that have slowed Manning down, forced him into mistakes, caused him to question his teammates and given him happy feet. When Manning is feeling the pressure, he looks like a squirrel tap-dancing on a hot stove (not that I have ever witnessed this in the past few weeks).

Although the Bears will be missing Tommie Harris, an All-Pro and arguably the best defensive tackle in the game, they still boast a potent front four. Ends Alex Brown and Adewale Ogunleye have both been to the Pro Bowl, Ian Scott is an underrated replacement for Harris who has started a lot of games for Chicago, and Tank Johnson is a strong weapon inside (*fill in your own gun charge-related joke here*). If the Bears can generate pressure with its front four, without having to turn to blitz packages, it will be a long day for Manning & Co. If linebackers Brian Urlacher and Lance Briggs are free to roam and deck Indy pass-catchers, the entire flow of the game changes. The Colts have not faced a “D” as physical as Chicago’s – who has? – and their receivers are not accustomed to taking a lot of punishment before they step out of bounds or slide to the ground. This reminds me of Super Bowl XXXVI, when the Patriots’ gameplan was to smack the crap out of the Rams wideouts every time they touched the ball. It worked then, and although the rules have changed somewhat to limit defensive contact since then, you know the Bears will be following this route as well.

Two years ago, the Colts went to Soldier Field and embarrassed Chicago, 41-10, in a game that saw Indy continue to throw even when the game had long been decided. Three major things have changed between now and then: Grossman will be playing, not Craig Krenzel; Edgerrin James is no longer around to take pressure off of Manning; and Urlacher did not play in that 2004 meeting. The craziest stat from that matchup was that Manning was not even knocked down in the entire game, much less sacked. I’m guessing Chicago coach Lovie Smith and defensive coordinator Ron Rivera would rather lose 63-0 than go through another game when the opposing signal-caller is never touched, so expect that duo to devise an attack that forces Manning to deal with people in his face. If they can knock him down a few times early on and make him think about his bum thumb, it will go a long way toward propelling the Bears down a victorious road.

Chicago 27, Indianapolis 17. You heard it here first.

Pack Boasts Top Hire In Tommy O’Irish


There are times when we feel there is not much to celebrate at NC State. There are times when we feel that we don’t get a fair shake from our “hometown” newspaper. There are times when the media forces an inferiority complex on Wolfpack fans. And there are times when the Pack gets a little good pub and it feels like it could be a good day.

Sporting News recently tabbed new State coach Tom O’Brien as the No. 1 offseason hire in college football. In an article titled “Ranking All The Major Coaching Changes,” SN ranked “Tommy O’Irish” ahead of new ‘Bama coach Nick Satan (here is where Crimson Tide fans would write “blasphemy” if they could spell it) and UNC convict-chaser Butch Davis (*gasp*). I never knew I would read something comparing someone to a congealed rice confection and consider it a compliment, but we’ll take it:

1. Tom O'Brien, N.C. State
Sure, he has the pizzazz of a rice cake, but I dare you to find a better coach. You can't, so don't try. And all it took to get O.B. out of B.C. was to pay him what he's worth -- something BC refused to do. I pity the Eagles. I really do.”

Obviously, such rankings are solely subjective and don’t actually count for any points on the scoreboard, but it is great to see that a national-level media member sees some of the positive vibes that most of us felt after our coaching search to replace Chuck Amato.

We tried style over substance at NC State; it didn’t work. O’Brien promises fundamental football, smart players, sound philosophies and stringent academics. You would think these should be the base principles of any college program, but it is actually a novel concept in the new NCAA era of empty promises, the pursuit of green and winning at all costs.

So congrats, Coach. Now go dig us up a quarterback …

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

What Can We Learn From “The Office”?


MSN Careers thought it would be a good idea to try to look at “The Office” seriously, trying to derive some things we could learn from the show. In the article “What ‘The Office’ Teaches Us About Work,” the writer decides that we should observe the actions of the Dunder-Mifflin employees, then apply those to our work lives by making sure we “joke with care,” “forgo fulsome flattery” and “avoid the gossip grapevine.”

Well, the only thing we can really learn from “The Office” is our own personal boundaries about what we are willing to laugh at, cringe at … or both. So here are the top five quotes heard recently on “The Office.”

Dink ‘n’ flicka, kids. Dink ‘n’ flicka.

1.
Dwight: “How would I describe myself? Three words: hardworking, alpha male, jackhammer. Merciless. Insatiable.”

2.
Michael: “Why did the convict have to be a black guy? It is such a stereotype. I just wish that Josh had made a more progressive choice. Like a white guy … who went to prison for … polluting a black guy’s lake.”

3.
Michael: “Business is like a jungle and I am like a tiger and Dwight is like a monkey that stabs the tiger in the back with a stick. Does the tiger fire the monkey? Does the tiger transfer the monkey to another branch? Pun.

“There is no way of knowing what goes on inside the tiger's head. We don't have the technology.”

4.
Michael: “Okay, you know what, I want you to think about your future at this company. I want you to think about it long and hard.”
Dwight: “That’s what she said.”
Michael: “Don’t you dare.”

5.
Michael: “Society teaches us that having feelings and crying is bad and wrong. Well, that's baloney, because grief isn't wrong.

“There’s such a thing as good grief. Just ask Charlie Brown.”

Monday, January 29, 2007

Nola IMAX Film Opens Eyes, Hearts And Minds


“Hurricane on the Bayou” started out as an IMAX documentary intended to analyze the inherent dangers involved in the disappearance of the wetlands in New Orleans and throughout Louisiana. Little did the filmmakers know that, three months after they started filming, the very catastrophe they cited as a worst-case scenario would actually occur. As a result, never-before-seen footage of Hurricane Katrina was documented in dramatic, large-film format.

The final version is a moving, visually stunning, educational, thought-provoking, involved, musically sweeping film that touches on one of the many aspects of the hurricane that have gone underreported, or in many cases, even unreported. Environmental destruction can now join the long list of documented failures that led to the hurricane and have stymied recovery efforts as well.

If you’re interested at all in the science and ecosystems beyond the story of Hurricane Katrina, and wouldn’t mind a little culture and art at the same time, check out this memorable film.

Friday, January 26, 2007

Limerick Friday XVII: Shrek 3: The Siege of Strayer


Looked like Shrek and weighed near a ton
Was a director for about a week, then he was done
When questioned if he was qualified
Gave a sly grin and then said with eyes wide
“Finished 12th in my class at Strayer back in ’81!”

Can’t shoot or pass worth a bleep
Play defense like Stephen Hawking asleep
Missed free throws and turnovers that make you say, “Wow”
Any hope of a tournament berth is well gone by now
If we lose by 50 to the damn Heels I just may weep

A big win for the Bears of my hometown
To celebrate, my little bro burned an effigy of Cade McNown
He mused, “David Terrell was such a damn penis,”
Then he poured out some Bull for the knee of Curtis Enis
Did a “Super Bowl Shuffle” and passed out on the ground

Another miraculous last-second win for Duke
Why does that make me want to puke?
A mysterious two more seconds they got
Just enough time to make a winning shot
I wish that terrorist on “24” had picked Cameron Indoor to nuke

Benchmarks for the new government in Iraq?
Proves that common sense and logic are what our “leaders” lack
Democracy isn’t something you can impose
It’s a movement that eventually grows
I guess if all else fails they’ll just pick another country to attack

Limer-inks

Limerick Friday I

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Limerick Friday IV

Limerick Friday V

Limerick Friday VI

Limerick Friday VII

Best of … Limerick Friday

Limerick Friday IX

Limerick Friday X

Limerick Friday XI

Limerick Friday XII

Limerick Friday XIII

Limerick Friday XIV

Limerick Friday XV

Limerick Friday XVI

Thursday, January 25, 2007

“Roll Over Fido … Play Drunk”


From an area whose national pastime is seeing who can eat the most pot brownies comes “a beer for your best friend.”

In Amsterdam (shocker), some deranged pet shop owner – is there any other kind? – decided that it would be a great idea to start brewing beer for her Weimaraners. Using beef extract and malt, she developed “Kwispelbier,” a nonalcoholic blend, and got a local brewery to create and bottle it. It hit the shelves at $2 a bottle last week, targeting the ever-elusive beer-swilling dog demographic with money in their paws that is itching to get spent.

Don’t these people have anything better to do besides trying to decide what they want to be called and trying to get Heidi to shut the frick up? Grolsch isn’t good enough for these people?

All nonalcoholic beers have some measurable quantity of alcohol in them; in the United States, any beer with less than 0.5% alcohol content can be sold as “nonalcoholic.” This point was driven home years ago when I waited tables at a seafood restaurant and did a double-take as I got my drink order from the bar. A ‘neck and his unfortunate “boy” were proudly bellying up to the bar, the baby daddy gripping a PBR like someone was going to steal it from him and his 8-year-old kid draining a Coors Cutter like he just found his way out of the Great Knightdale Desert (*cue scene of Rusty shotgunning a beer as Clark talks in “Family Vacation”*). It was one of those things that happens that you simply can’t find the words for, so you just shake your head and move on and pretend it never happened.

Anyway, dog beer brings up all sorts of questions I’m not prepared to address –- Taking into consideration dog years, is one of their beers like seven for humans? Where does a dog happy hour take place and when? If a dog gets drunk, throws up, then eats his vomit, will he retain his buzz? –- so I’m going to pretend it is not happening …

and avoid any Spots who look like they have beer goggles on and figure any leg will do in a storm.

California Water Torture?

At the risk of making a badly timed joke, what the hell is in the water out in California? For the second time in the span of five months, a radio show contestant suffered from water intoxication, this time resulting in death.

Jennifer Strange, 28, apparently thought it would be cool to have a Wii – a popular Nintendo game console – so she entered the “Hold Your Wee for a Wii” contest put on by KDND (107.9) in Sacramento. The person who drank the most water without urinating would win the Wii, and Strange gave it a hell of a run. However, afterwards, she complained that she was feeling ill, then later died of water intoxication.

The entire 10-person staff of the morning show was fired immediately, and now the family is filing a wrongful death suit, criminal charges are being considered and FCC license revocation is a possibility. Strange had signed a waiver, but no court would absolve them of their responsibility for contestant safety. Of course, a stunt gone wrong is one thing and the question of why the lady didn’t just go to the freaking bathroom (did she even win?!) is a valid one, but when the idea of precedent enters the picture, the water gets a little murkier (pun intended).

Amazingly, the same thing happened to one Dave Gross back in August! In a Y-102 contest, he also suffered from water intoxication and nearly lost his life. On top of that, the KDND hosts reportedly joked around about not researching the safety angle and wondered laughingly on air whether it was dangerous or not.

But to me, perhaps the most disturbing thing is the realization that the body does not have a mechanism that would protect someone from death in such a scenario. Wouldn’t you think that your body would force you to pee yourself before it started shutting down and basically flooding itself?! Wouldn’t you assume that your lung would nudge your kidney and be like, “Dude, it’s getting a little crowded in here and I don’t breathe too well underwater, so you can handle that?”

Here lies Jennifer, not spirit but body
She drank too much H20 with no Port-A-Potty
Was she a great gamer? We’ll never know …
She gave her life for her love of Super Mario

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Jack Bauer: Patriot. Hero. Leader. Friend. Family-Torturing Cannibal.


Has “24” jumped the shark? That’s the question facing viewers this season. Keep in mind that these are viewers who accepted a treasonous president (cough, cough), two black Commanders-in-Chief, Elisha Cuthbert with a haircut that made her look like Debbie Harry, and more outlandish plot twists and near-misses than an episode of “Survivor: Morrisville.” So to make one of these people say, “Wait a second, that’s not believable” is something not to be taken lightly.

Already this season, Jack Bauer was traded from China to the United States for the rights to the location of a suspected terrorist and second baseman Kaz Matsui; was tortured for 20 minutes, but still mustered enough strength to chew a man’s neck off (apparently channeling his role from “Lost Boys”), tear off his bonds, uproot a floor grate and crawl away, all in the span of an ill-timed phone call; scaled a house in time to pull off the door of a helicopter and save the pilot before the ‘copter crashed to the ground; spit in the face of a nuclear blast and lived to laugh about it; shot his friend in the neck in order to keep a promise to a terrorist; gave bedroom eyes to his brother’s wife; and then bitch-slapped said brother in his own home.

I know Kiefer Sutherland just signed a three-year extension, so we know he’s not exactly going to get “disappeared” for a while. However, the writers have turned him into some sort of superhero … in the last few years, the guy has singlehandedly kicked a heroin habit without the benefit of a raincoat or a bucket, watched his wife die, forced his daughter to hate him, gone through three disturbing courtships, been left at the altar by Julia Roberts (OK, I'm not positive about this, but I missed a couple of episodes), been tortured in a Chinese prison for months, killed a couple of his best friends, saved the world like nine times, served as a presidential bodyguard on the side and killed more people than Pol Pot. Those things can make for a full day, especially considering he has done that without ever having to eat, sleep or go to the bathroom in the middle of a national security meeting (a.k.a., "pull a Chewie").

Can the brains behind “24” actually keep these scenarios up for three more years without treading over old ground or crossing the border into complete ridiculousness? How many terrorist cells, nuclear strikes and stolen missiles can the audience accept before they’re like, “Maybe they should stop electing this connected line of Presidents and send Jack Bauer to Pakistan to take the war to them”? How many disturbingly long, lingering shots of Chloe wrinkling her forehead in worry can they endure? How many CTU employees have to die before they expect prospective workers to be like, “Well, the compensation is good and the benefits package is great, but like 86% of the people that work here eventually die, so I don’t know …”? How many spies can make it to the upper levels of the U.S. administration before viewers become a tad suspicious? And how come, considering all of this, I can’t stop watching?

So give ‘em hell, Jack. I’m waiting for the perfect storm to come together to create the perfect episode: Bauer rips his brother’s leg off, beats his father to death with it, impregnates his brother’s wife, delivers his son/nephew, grinds a terrorist to death in a Slurpee machine, forcefeeds the Slurpee to another terrorist to give him brain-freeze, jumpstarts an aircraft carrier, stages a one-man attack on China for revenge and then beats the absolute christ out of MacGyver for no apparent reason other than that he can and he by-god feels like it.

You are a living tall tale, Jack Bauer – you are the real Bill Brasky.

“So anyway, Bauer would put on a white tie and tails and walk his cobra through the park on a leash. He named the cobra Beverly, and he taught it how to fetch and dial a phone. But then one day it bit the maid. So with tears in his eyes, Brasky had to shoot the maid.”

Monday, January 22, 2007

"Look, Dad -- Big Ben, Parliament ... Ricky Williams?!"


“Bloody hell! That’s six points for the nattily shod aqua lads, gov’nor!”

C’mon … a regular-season freaking NFL game in London?! The Dolphins can’t win a game in their own backyard, now they’re asking the team to fly across “the pond” to take an ass-kicking in other countries?! I can see the smartasses at ESPN now: “Miami is now 0-1 in Europe, officially making them the worst team on the planet” and “The Dolphins now have officially sucked in four different time zones” and “The ‘Fins played in London today and still lost … 4-3 to Real Madrid.”

Though it could get interesting if the winning team pours hot tea on their coach, seeing a bunch of people in the stands eating crumpets and saying, “Fancy a spot o’ tea?” could be a little too much for me to take. Somehow, a bunch of bad-toothed foreigners wearing jerseys made by London Fog (*fill in your own Ricky Williams/weed joke here*) seems like it’s going a tad too far in search of establishing more fans. But I guess I can hold out hope that some rowdy hooligans will seize Joey Harrington and beat him into submission …

So thanks a lot, NFL (Nauseous Football in London?). Miami played on Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s Eve this year, so why not maximize fans’ exposure to poorly played football by subjecting our allies to Dolphins football.

After all, it’s the least we can do for dragging them into Iraq, right?

Friday, January 19, 2007

Limerick Friday XVI: Ron Mexico Says, “No Es Mi Agua”


Brothers Vick in trouble again
Break more laws than their teams do win
Marcus threatens underage girls named Alice
Michael tries to smuggle hippie lettuce
I guess proud Virginia Tech overlooks anything to win

Dolphins coach search continues far and wide
From Shula to Turner to Gailey to Mora, they tried
Even friggin’ Cam Cameron, what the hell?
He almost ruined Antwaan Randle El!
I had a dream we hired Dave Campo, then I woke up and cried

Boston College suspended two players, off to early retire
Their whole team looks like a cast meeting of “The Wire”
Buncha gangsters who can dribble a tad
But class? They think it was a first-semester fad
Looks like Al Skinner could be the next ACC coach to fire

A smattering of snow fell on the frozen ground
Causing drivers to randomly run into each other all around
There was no milk left at Harris Teeter
Saw a dude try to make an ice scraper out of an egg beater
Of calmness and common sense, there was little to be found

A round of rehab for that feisty Lindsay Lohan
Her therapist said “be adequit” and stop drinking beer from a can
She lived on PBR and anorexia for way too long
‘Til her boobs shrunk until they were gone
She’ll be back in six months to make “Firecrotch” a name brand

And a haiku in honor of our friend in Seattle …

Forgotten W-2
Lost amid rainy windos
No Tony taxes

Limer-inks

Limerick Friday I

Limerick Friday II

Limerick Friday III

Limerick Friday IV

Limerick Friday V

Limerick Friday VI

Limerick Friday VII

Best of … Limerick Friday

Limerick Friday IX

Limerick Friday X

Limerick Friday XI

Limerick Friday XII

Limerick Friday XIII

Limerick Friday XIV

Limerick Friday XV

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Scottish Paper Reveals Proof Of God?


From "Scotland's Newspaper," the Daily Record, in a story headlined Scarlett's Red Hot Role:

SCARLETT JOHANSSON is being pursued to play the world's top X-rated star Jenna Jameson in her life story.
Sexy Scarlett has been hand-picked by the adult movie babe as her choice for the lead in a movie adaptation of her book, How to Make Love Like a Porn Star: A Cautionary Tale.
Jenna is currently in talks with producers and hopes work will start on the movie next year.
She revealed: "We're looking at Scarlett. She's my choice.
"I think she's beautiful."

[speechless]

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Borat Make Very Much Nice Long Wordspeak

Sasha Baron Cohen thumbs his nose at the Golden Globes, causing many crowd-scanning moments when the camera focuses on a psuedo-celebrity who is wondering, "Is it OK to laugh at this?"

We've come a long way from Sally Fields crying, "You like me! You really like me!"

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Where Have You Gone, Joe Piscopo?


Saturday Night Live can’t claim to be a “watercooler show” anymore, and that’s not solely because there aren’t any companies where people sort of just hang around some watercooler, pounding water and staring at each other until somebody thinks of something shocking that happened during a recent television show (should we change the name of such shows to something that better reflects where coworkers hang out now, like “trendy, pompous, fruity coffee maker show” or “dirty cubicle wall show”?).

No, SNL has lost relevance mostly because it blows—severely. People no longer come in on Monday morning and say, “Did you see that hilarious sketch on Saturday Night Live this weekend?” Gone are the days when SNL sketches would ingrain themselves into the culture itself and spur buzzwords with surprising longevity, inspire recurring characters or even lead to the creation of dolls (above) There have been a handful here and there—“Lazy Sunday,” the Natalie Portman rap, “D$%k in a Box,” the MySpace instructional class—but for the most part, Lorne Michaels’ cavalcade of non-stars has been a big swing and a miss in recent years.

Since this is the case, we need to cling to the truly hilarious sketches and treasure them, because we know not whether they will ever come again. Therefore, I give you “Taco Town.” In a certain demographic, it is not possible to go to a Mexican restaurant, or even Taco Bell, without referencing this particular sketch. Enjoy … and remember the good old days of Dana Carvey, Phil Hartman, Kevin Nealon, Jan Hooks, Dennis Miller, Victoria Jackson, et al.

“Pizza?! Now that’s what I call a taco!”

Monday, January 15, 2007

Girls Like Girls Who Like Subarus


I was at a party once and someone mentioned that the Subaru Outback is the “car of choice” for lesbians. Subarus have been driven by members of my family for 20 years, everywhere from Alaska to New Jersey to Indiana to California to North Carolina. I drove one in college and, when it came time to purchase my first new car, I selected a 2003 Subaru Outbook Limited wagon. Imagine my surprise when it was revealed to me that I may, in fact, be a lesbian.

I mean, I’d seen the Martina Navratilova commercials, but I thought that just meant I might get really good at tennis if I drove my Outback enough. Digging around, I noticed that respected news sources such as the Washington Post, Lesbian Life and the Human Rights Campaign Foundation touched on the subject, dubbing Subaru’s efforts “gay marketing” (fill in your own Literace joke here). Even Wikipedia pounced on the phenomenon:

“Indeed, Subaru has gained a reputation as ‘the lesbian car brand’ in the United States, featuring such lesbian icons as Martina Navratilova in one ad and having a car driven by two women with a large dog in the back seat with the license place ‘XENALVR’ in another. In addition, the Subaru Outback and Subaru Legacy were voted numbers 1 and 2, respectively, by Car Talk listeners as ‘the ultimate gay chick cars of all time.’”

Giddyup; sounds good to me. My personal philosophy and approach to life since I was six years old has been the following:

“The only thing I dig more than chicks is chicks who dig chicks.”

If that fit on my license plate, I would make that happen … hell, put it on my tombstone.

And put me in a Subaru hearse while you’re at it.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Limerick Friday XV: Chicken-Fighting With Infants


A Brandow-Belsky baby royal rumble to fear
It's a rochambeau except with kicks to the rear
One kid looks just like Steve Grogan
The other sort of like Hulk Hogan
Diana Pease could karate-kick them both into next year

A week since the news came down
Analyzed by just about every blog around
I’ll save everyone many more words
And just say management was a bunch of turds
And turned potential into the laughingstock of the town

A long fall for mighty Ohio State
They became so much Gator bait
To college football, we say farewell
Next season, it will be too tough to tell
Just who will win it all in 2008

An 0-2 ACC start for Duke
Makes Coach K want to puke
The Weasel curses like Attila the Hun
'Til the shoe polish in his hair starts to run
Amex is pulling his ads because they think he's a fluke

A midget's run a publishing house since 1982
Did I mention that he's blind as a bat, too?
He's a walking cartoon character, there's no doubt
Lies and no raises are the things he does spout
Gave me animal crackers once and I said, "To hell with you"

A spirited back and forth on Evan's blog, oh my
Blaming each other for the demise of ill-fated MSI
Sales says everyone in client services is to blame
Client services says lying sales people are quite lame
Let's agree greed and lack of vision are the culprits and just say goodbye

Limer-inks

Limerick Friday I

Limerick Friday II

Limerick Friday III

Limerick Friday IV

Limerick Friday V

Limerick Friday VI

Limerick Friday VII

Best of … Limerick Friday

Limerick Friday IX

Limerick Friday X

Limerick Friday XI

Limerick Friday XII

Limerick Friday XIII

Limerick Friday XIV

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Geaux To Hell, Saban!


As Dolphins execs burn up frequent-flier miles to talk to and court a myriad of failed former head coaches, up-and-coming coordinators, college wannabes and other candidates for their head-coaching vacancy, that noted fraud, Nick Saban, tells reporters that he feels like a “little bit of a victim.” The new Crimson Tide pimp couldn’t accept the criticism he repeatedly earned, so he couldn’t stop talking, deciding to deride the Miami personnel department, the ‘Fins fans, the local media and anyone else he could toss under his short bus.

The power of the pen (and keyboard) doesn’t bless any writer with money or fame, but it does come with one overriding truth: the last word. So it was that the Miami media, intent on moving on, instead was forced to respond to Saban’s latest attempts to pass the buck:

“The tombstone on his Dolphins career reads, ‘Talked like a warrior, acted like a weasel.’”
-- Dan Le Batard, Miami Herald, “The Anti-Shula Bails Out As A Greasy, Dishonorable Cow”

“And so Nick Saban flees to Alabama without a syllable of explanation, deciding just to live a lie in the end rather than open his mouth to offer another one.

His legacy? Quitting. His reputation? Failing. His final standing? As low as anyone in South Florida sports history.

For a coach who droned on about "loyalty" and "sacrifice" and the "process of winning," the absurdity surrounding Saban's exit is surpassed only by its hypocrisy. He talked tough and acted righteous, but when the losses kept piling up, he grabbed the money and ran out the side door.

The final days felt so greasy, right to Wednesday's end, it's enough to make you stand under a hot shower just reading about it.”

-- Dave Hyde, Ft. Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel, “Loyalty? Honor? Saban Should Be Crimson-Faced”

“Every time we turn around, somebody else is laying waste to the image we used to have of our biggest head coaches. Imagine Don Shula ever pulling a Saban.
Imagine Bear Bryant or Vince Lombardi or Bobby Dodd or Chuck Noll.
Just to mention Saban in the same paragraph insults their names.

Don't worry, guys. It won't happen often.”

-- Edwin Pope, Miami Herald, “Dolphins Better Without Saban”

“The amazing thing isn't that Saban told his assistant coaches he was leaving by phone. The amazing thing is that he didn't ask his wife to place the call for him.”

“Saban came here because he wanted to be The Man.
At the end, he wasn't much of one.”

-- Dan Le Batard, Miami Herald, “Saban Loses Truth In Noise”

And finally, this gem from Ethan Skolnick of the Ft. Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel, in a column titled “LSU Fans Feel Your Pain After Jilting,” in which Skolnick discusses how Tigers fans are even more incensed at Saban’s move to Alabama than Dolphins fans.

“You feel used, deceived, cold -- so very cold, like one of your former beloved's glares.

You feel anything but "A-ight," as your former beloved used to say.

You feel as if your trust was tossed like a panama hat, your heart rolled over by the Tide.

You feel alone.

You need a trip to Cajun Country. People there feel your pain. Worse, even. People there feel angry. Angrier, even.

Stand up, Drew Murrell, tell your story.

"It feels like when you are dating the girl next door, doing great," says Murrell, Louisiana State University, Class of '01. "She tells you that she loves you. Then she goes off and dates Brad Pitt. You can't blame her. He's a good-looking guy. Filthy rich. Then you wake up, and she is with your neighbor Pete. Pete has one leg longer than the other, Pete has had better days. Pete even has a big brother that lives in the house."

Brad Pitt? The Dolphins.

Pete? Alabama.

The brother? Auburn, which regularly beats up Alabama.

The lost love? Nick Saban.

You can take solace in knowing that almost all love is lost for him in Louisiana, too.”


Indeed, the hatred of Saban in Cajun Country runs so deep that likenesses of Saban appeared on Port-A-Potties outside the Sugar Bowl as LSU pounded Notre Dame into submission. It runs so deep that a group of fans started a vitriolic Web site, Geaux To Hell Saban, complete with Photoshopped pictures of Saban (examples shown here) that border from the hysterical to the obscene to the frightening to the disturbing – and back to hysterical again.

Think there will be any emotions in the air on November 11, when Saban’s ‘Bama team visits Death Valley to take on LSU? Methinks Saban better watch his back … but by now we all know that’s the only thing he’s good at.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

KeywordSourcedCherishRankingWebInteractive Goes Up In Flames


MarketSmart Interactive, once a red-hot company that expanded like wildfire, has burned out.”

These were the words penned by News & Observer business writer David Ranii in today’s article, “Marketing Company Shrinks.” Ranii efforted comments from multiple former employees and a few words of wisdom from Think Partnership mouthpiece Rachel Honoway. Friend and former colleague Dave Honaker spearheaded the publication of this article and summed up the demise as only he can within the piece:

“’There was no real direction, no real strategy, no real leadership,’ said Dave Honaker, a senior interactive copywriter who was let go at the end of October. ‘The clients felt that.’

“He added: ‘Sometimes they were being promised things that couldn't be delivered on.’”

As to some of the other comments and quotes attributed in the article, I’ll respectfully take the fifth and quietly shake my head. The drama and deciding factors involved in the demise of MSI has been discussed and rehashed in a myriad of blogs, so I'll save my energy, say that it was the biggest waste of talent that I have ever been involved with and leave it at that.

Big ups to Dave for bringing this story of greed and deception to light, and also to Ranii for the quick turnaround.

Buckeyes Bitched By Gators, Unleash Volley Of Excuses


“Florida doesn’t belong on the same field as Ohio State.”

“The Buckeyes’ physicality will be way too much for the Gators.”

“Florida is a finesse team. They can’t compete with Big 10 ball.”

“Michigan is easily the second-best team in the country.”

It turns out the fraud wasn’t the BCS after all. It was the Big 10 all along. In an overwhelming dismantling that turned a year-long Buckeyes coronation into a four-hour apology for Ohio State’s play, the BCS national championship game was memorable only for the ease with which the Gators dispatched the Buckeyes. Ted Ginn – aided by two uncalled holds – raced 93 yards for the opening kickoff to give Ohio State the opening salvo, but Florida then reeled off three straight touchdowns on its way to a 41-14 destruction. Observers had maintained that OSU would try to run the ball down Florida’s throat to set up the pass, but the Buckeyes could do neither against a swarming, hard-hitting Gators defense that appeared to employ 15 players, not just 11. Florida held Ohio State to just 82 offensive yards; in fact, the Buckeyes had more penalty yards (50) than they did rushing yards (47).

The Gators more than doubled Ohio State’s time of possession (40:48 to 19:12), held OSU to just 1-for-9 on third-down conversions, was +2 in the turnover margin and racked up 21 first downs to just eight. Florida spread the ball around on offense, using a lot of misdirection and forcing Buckeyes defenders to make decisions in space, a tactic that worked to perfection.

Florida coach Urban Meyer admitted that getting his team motivated sort of took care of itself; his players felt slighted by the lack of attention they received and the assumption that they were lucky to even have the opportunity to be on the same field with the vaunted Buckeyes. At the end, as Meyer mercifully spared Ohio State even more humiliation by taking a knee instead of scoring another touchdown, he was animated on the sideline, pumping his fist, hugging coaches and smiling broadly. He had been accused of campaigning for a berth in the title game and working behind the scenes to elevate his team’s media stature, but he and his Gators ultimately had the last laugh.

• Quick memo to all the bandwagon Ohio State fans that popped up in the last 50 days: If you left the tags on that rack-wrinkled jersey, there’s still a chance you can return it.

• I’ve always been of the belief that Big 10 basketball is underrated and Big 10 football is overrated. With Michigan getting hammered by USC and Ohio State being exposed by Florida, I guess that Big 10 arrogance isn’t quite so justified, is it?

• Looking at it honestly, the Buckeyes are probably lucky that they didn’t have Wisconsin on the schedule this year. Then again, getting a tough test against a very good team earlier in the year may have brought Ohio State back down to earth.

• Did any player see his NFL stock drop more this bowl season than Troy Smith? The Heisman winner was 4-for-14 for 35 yards and an interception, showing almost zero pocket presence and very little of the elusiveness for which he was lauded. Draftniks spent most of the last two months convincing himself that Smith was a top-10 pick, but his lack of height, overrated ability to create with his feet and questionable ball security make that iffy at best. Yes, it was only one game, but Smith demonstrated that he has been feasting on subpar opponents while having 10 seconds to go through his receiver progressions. He learned that it’s a different story when the defensive line is as fast as you are and you have to make decisions quickly and on the run.

For that matter, did any player elevate his stock more than LSU quarterback JaMarcus Russell?

• There was no better example of Ohio State’s cockiness than deciding to go for it on 4th and 1 from their own 29-yard line late in the first half. That decision goes completely against everything that Buckeyes coach Jim Tressell has ever stood for: field position, ball control and reliance on defense. Florida had dominated the trenches on both sides of the ball, so electing to go for it in that situation reeked of desperation and arrogance – and borderline disrespect. And when they predictably didn’t make it, the game was effectively over. How is that vest fitting now, Jim?

• Everyone knew that Meyer would win big at Florida. No one expected it to be this year, however. The possibilities of what he could continue to establish in Gainesville is downright frightening. Even though Chris Leak is leaving, backup Tim Tebow is obviously more than ready to step in, and he’ll have a fleet of tall, fast receivers and an opportunistic, head-hunting defense to back him up. Everyone is focused on Nick Satan’s arrival at Alabama, but those in the know in SEC circles are shaking their heads and sighing this morning, wondering just how to slow down the Florida juggernaut.

• Overheard by Buckeye Fan this morning: “Ohio State was class the whole way” and “If we could play again today, it would be a different story.” If class means that your money-taking Heisman winner hasn’t been caught for throwing the game yet, I guess you’re right. But you got bitched in front of 100 million people by a team that you thought you shouldn’t have to be bothered to play. Deal with it.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Limerick Friday XIV: Welcome to '07


The Tide finally got a coach named Nick
In Tuscaloosa he’ll be seen as the King Hick
But if he should to Auburn lose
Those illiterate ‘Bama boosters will muse
“I guess we should have known he’s a dick”

At 31, Brent ain’t over the hill
Hope on his b-day, he drank his fill
Maybe the next day found himself in a safe place
Because on Christmas Day, that wasn’t the case
When he was under the mistletoe with Jerry Glanville

The Dolphins lie in a fetal position under the wicked Shula Curse
Screwed over “The Don,” then gave Jackass Jimmy a huge purse
Then we hired a proven loser with a horrific ‘stache
Then let a fraud named Saban make off with all our cash
Please tell me this time there will be a different verse

A bad week for blogs, quiet as a “boo”
Creativity is down when the following is true:
Christmas turkey to outlast
New Year’s hangover to get past
Here’s to hoping Anonymous gets a spelling clue

A change of seasons for all kinds of ball
I miss the crisp days of fall
College football is winding to a close
ACC hoops is coming out of repose
Did J.J. Redick come out of the closet after all?

A wintery gust rolls through Morrisville
Leaving the remaining with a slight chill
I hope you all made a great New Year’s resolution
And that your wish for a new job comes to fruition
Being the last to turn out the light could be a tough-to-swallow pill

Limer-inks

Limerick Friday I

Limerick Friday II

Limerick Friday III

Limerick Friday IV

Limerick Friday V

Limerick Friday VI

Limerick Friday VII

Best of … Limerick Friday

Limerick Friday IX

Limerick Friday X

Limerick Friday XI

Limerick Friday XII

Limerick Friday XIII

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

"Saban Leaves As A Loser, Weasel"


I don't agree with too much of what Dan Le Ba(s)tard of the Miami Herald writes, but his column today -- "Saban Leaves As A Loser, Weasel" -- captured most of what Dolphins fans are feeling today.

So it appears that Nick Saban and Alabama are a match made in hell: Slimy, egomaniacal coach with control and trust issues heads to the backwater South, where they cling to an outdated belief that they are relevant in the college football world because of what somebody with a plaid hat did 40 years ago. They employed the shotgun approach to finding a coach of the lowest common denominator, figuring if they threw enough money at enough coaches, somebody and something would stick. Something did. And it smells. Almost as bad as a state with nothing but Confederate flags, swamps and a determination to try to buy a place in the sports pecking order.

I would say that it's akin to making a deal with the devil -- except I'm not sure who the devil would be in this scenario.

$aban, We Hardly Knew Ye … But We Knew Ye Well Enough


This morning, Miami Dolphins coach Nick Saban is supposedly “pondering” an offer to become the University of Alabama’s new head coach. The Tide deal is reportedly worth $32 million over eight years, with stipulations that Saban is given a preset amount of money with which to compile a top-notch coaching staff. He has three years and $15 million left on a deal with the Dolphins, and while he was no doubt looking for the ‘Bama offer to bring more greenbacks from Miami owner Wayne Huizenga, I’m guessing the owner took a look at Saban’s 15-17 record in two years and said, “Um, how about we sniff the playoffs first, then we’ll talk.”

Saban has earned a reputation as the Larry Brown of the football world, a mercenary with no allegiance or loyalty who chases the bucks around and makes sure he gets out of town before the pressure becomes too intense. The difference is that Larry Brown has a personality and has won on the game’s biggest stage. Saban shared a national title at LSU, but now is shrinking from the challenge of coaching in the big leagues. If you can’t handle the South Beach heat, that is fine; just don’t lie to your owner, your assistants, your players and your fans in the process. From Michigan State to LSU to the Dolphins, Saban has burned bridges every step of the way. When you’re winning, the people on the other side of the divide have short memories … when you’re not, it is eventually going to catch up to you.

Saban’s caustic personality never played well in Miami. His first order of business was finding a stable quarterback, reinforcing a weak offensive line or at least adding youth to an elderly defense, right? No. He shut down the media headquarters that was housed in the team facility. Then he made assistants off-limits to the press. Then he established an antagonistic relationship with the beat writers. Then he began drafting players based solely on whether they played for or against him in college. Then he blew close games. Then he picked Daunte Culpepper over Drew Brees. Then he was on the hot seat. Then he began the lying.

Now the South Florida media is rightly justified in blasting Saban for his lack of integrity and character. Dave Hyde, in my opinion the finest sports columnist in the Southeast, wrote in the Ft. Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel that it’s not the end of the world if Saban goes, and that maybe the coach is actually hearing voices. Greg Cote of the Miami Herald wonders if it isn’t high time that the ‘Fins actually got a “straightforward coach.” And Charles Elmore of the Palm Beach Post says we’ll find out if Saban has a sense of honor, but that Miami shouldn’t give him another dime under any circumstances.

Yes, it’s possible that Saban stays with the Dolphins. It’s also possible that Jay Fiedler makes a dramatic comeback, completely with the ability to throw an out pattern. But even if he does, he has lost the trust and faith of everyone in the franchise. If he gets swept by the Bills again, will he turn an eye toward the Tennessee job? If he blows a game to the Jets once more, will Louisiana Tech start looking good to him? If he falls further behind the Patriots, will he begin calling New Mexico State to voice his interest? He has defined who he is and what he is about by his lying about everything thus far, and he has gone too far down the road to come back now.

So let’s sum up the Nick Saban era by talking about things you don’t want in the coach of your team. You’d prefer he’s not an insufferable, collosal Richard. You’d like to think he treats subordinates with respect. You’d want to believe he’s a man of his word. You’d think it would be best if he didn’t go 1-5 in his division. You’d feel somewhat strongly that he handle himself professionally and with patience. You’d hope that he would honor his commitment enough to turn away suitors politely but firmly. And you’d wish that he was someone you would be proud to call your coach and hold up to your son as a role model. That’s a big O-fer there, Nick.

So something tells me that the Crimson Tide and Nick $aban deserve each other. Enjoy Tuscaloosa … but a quick word of advice. Don’t lose to Auburn or you may just find that the bridge back to the rest of the coaching world is really just a prop from an Indiana Jones movie.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Video From Evan's New Year's Eve Party ...

You bastards have been practicing. Good stuff.

Happy 2007, all!