Wednesday, December 3, 2008

The NBA: Where I need to watch more happens


Holy Shit! I can’t keep up with the NBA!

Seriously, the Celtics have played twenty games, and this is my second regular season post? I am off, America.

But anyways, let’s get started.

The expected: Celtics and Lakers can’t help but ball. They’re killing. The Lakeshow dropped one to the Pacers the other night, but that, of course, is an aberration that is sure to happen a couple of times to every team. Second place in each conference are Cavs (Eastern) and Blazers (Western). This would be my dream Finals, but something will happen along the way, no diggity.

As far as the Blazers are concerned, Greg Oden has not been anything resembling what he was supposed to have been when he was drafted. What they are doing, is trying to groom him, bring him along slowly, keeping as much weight off his shoulders (and fragile knees) as possible. This is nothing short of uncommon for number one picks, but it seems like a decent enough plan. If, and I do mean if, he ever stays healthy.

The Hawks are a solid 11-6, which is great, since they’ve been with out Josh “J-Smoove” Smith for about half of those games. Now the human highlight is back working in the highlight factory, so I imagine the Hawks keep wrecking as much as they can. They’re knocking on the door of Eastern elites, but considering the top four are Boston, LeBron, Orlando, and Detroit, the best they can hope for is to keep their spot, and surprise in April.

The West has certainly gotten worse, but they’re still better. The eighth spot is occupied by the Mavericks (the Spurs have the same record, but the Mavs have won more in the division, plus the head-to-head).

Denver’s doing pretty damn well, which is enjoyable.

Tracy McGrady is hurt, and we can expect Yao to get hurt as soon as Mac rejoins the Rockets. That said, they’re sitting pretty in fourth in the conference.

The Spurs have maintained, staying a hair above .500, and that’s been without Manu or Tony Parker. Roger Mason has been huge, but, of course, now his shoulder hurts.

The dregs of society are the Wizards, Clippers, and Thunder. I’d say the Clips and Wiz win more as the season progresses, but the Thunder stay where they are. Serves that rat bastard Clay Bennett right (sorry, Kevin).

As far as players are concerned, Derrick Rose is the only reason the Bulls are competitive, and if you are wondering who should be the Rookie of the Year, look up his crossover of Andre Miller a couple of nights ago. It was so dirty I put bleach in my eyes. In other rookie news, I still love Mike Beasley, and he has balled on several occasions. He also looks damn fine fixing up some cranberry sauce for the folks. Finally, O.J. Mayo is a mad scorer. He very well might win ROY on the pure fact that he puts up nasty numbers non-stop.

Dwyane Wade leads the league in scoring, highlighting the fact that I stated during the Olympics, Flash is back. Bron’s not far behind, though.

I think one of the best stories this far is that of the Spaniards. Pau has found his nitch in L.A., José Calderon is second in the league in assists, and Rudy Fernandez is a main reason that Portland is wrecking as much as they are. Watch out for the racist Iberian fucks, as I have referred to them before.

Caption Contest!


Quentin: When does LeBron get here?

or...

"They left me for dead. It's like we're in a foxhole and I'm facing the other way. If I got shot in the head, at least you want to get shot by the enemy. I got shot in the head by my own guys in my foxhole. And they didn't even give me an honorable death."
(Actual Marbury quote).

or...

"It's because the tattoo on the side of my head is stupid, ok? That's why I have the towel on my head, Q, because the tattoo stupid and I'm ashamed that I got it."

Beat these, chumps. Bonus points for anyone that uses an actual Stephon Marbury quote.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Don't Overlook the SEC Championship Game


"Whoa whoa whoa! What does this title say? Doth mine eyes deceive me? How could one be so bold as to assert that the fine surveyors of College Football who also regularly view this website are not aware that the game this Saturday between No. 1 Alabama and No. 2 Florida not only has national title implications, but quite possibly is the national championship, or at least the nearest realization of it, and will probably be a game worth remembering for decades? Sorrow and folly to the portly scribe of said article!"

If you're thinking anything like this, hang up the gown, Shakespeare, and think about it.

The SEC Championship is building an enormous hype, which it will in all likelihood live up to. Since losing to Ole Miss, the Florida Gators have been on an unprecedented tear, scoring 414 points to their opposition's 97 points. Prior to that it was 112 to 19, so without a 31-30 slip up in the Swamp, these guys are more than No. 1 in the BCS, they're probably getting inaugurated in January. Nobody - save for that pesky Houston Nutt and his band of Rebel Scum - has been able to touch the Gators. The chatter among the talking heads is the offensive explosion that is bound to happen in Altanta, with Urban Meyer and Timmy Tebow sitting on the detonator.

And what about ol' reliable Alabama? If 2007 was a season marked by nothing but parity, 2008 can be remembered as a year of consistency with the Tide at the helm. While some of these games have been closer than perhaps they should have been, namely LSU and Ole Miss, there is only one statistic that matters in football, nay, in all of sports: wins verses losses. Without a doubt, the Crimson Tide have earned their respect.

Nick Saban's method, in college anyway, is proven: get freaking men-freaks on your respective lines, and get some corners. In fact, the former defensive coordinator has been hanging his hat on that tremendous defense. The corners play strong, man coverage, and they've got defensive lineman that look like Michael Clarke Duncan's older, bigger, and less-jolly quadruplet fathers, especially that one who "slimmed" down to just under 400 pounds.

The marquee is up: The land's most explosive offense versus the land's most stagnant defenses.

But we can't overlook the SEC Championship in this way: think about Florida's defense and Alabama's offense. (Oh! That's what he meant! He had me going with that silly title! Ooo now I'm even more interested in what he has to say!)

Quick! Name me three good players on Florida's offense. I'll give you time...wait? Tebow and Harvin and...? No, Emmanuel Moody doesn't count. Well? That's right. No one. What people forget is that Florida's defense is also one of the best in the country. Remember that stat earlier about their point spread? Look at how few point the other schools had. Florida's defense is one of the highest scoring defenses in the country, and has an average higher than some teams at the bottom of some conferences. This team is much more balanced than previously thought, which is easy to do when you have a Heisman Trophy winner taking your snaps.

Speaking of balance, what about Bama's offense? It lacks pizazz. It lacks flare. It lacks a male quarterback. But what it doesn't lack is strength and a bunch of mistakes. Bama ranks dead last in the SEC in penalties, and has a future Hall of Famer in 340-pound left tackle Andre Smith anchoring a behemoth line that allows kids like Glen "Starbucks" Coffee. John Parker Davis Thomas George Daniel Edward Wilson is also an adequate quarterback that manages his offense well, in spite of the fact that no one will ever remember his name following this season. Look for his name to be an Aflac Trivia Question during an ESPN halftime around 2010.

Not to mention that the Tide has been rolling deep in fake ID's this season. Bama plays 15 true freshman, and that was at the beginning of the season. The most notable is WR Julio "I'm No Spaniard!" Jones, while his recruitment was highly documented and the others are hidden behind a veil of anonymity hung by their impressive veteran-like play.

So while this game is highly touted and publicized (and rightly so), don't believe all the hype. This game will be much closer than the Vegas line purports of Florida's offense and the undefeated defense of Alabama would let on.

My pick: Florida. By a smidgen. Sorry, Forrest.

Monday, December 1, 2008

NFL CRIME WATCH: Plaxico Burress


Take a bow, Plax. This is one for the ages.

Plaxico... Plaxico... Plaxico.

What in the world, dog?

You, my friend, have not tried your best this year. There's been fines, suspensions (which we covered as best we could), and now this. For real, man.

Friday night, around 11:30 p.m., Plaxico and Giants LB Antonio Pierce went clubbing. All was well, they were having a great time, until witnesses reported a "popping sound" coming from Plaxico's pants. Instead of the popping being accompanied by the customary locking, a bloody pistol fell out of Plaxico's pants. Just after this, Plaxico reportedly said, "take me to a hospital." Wise move.

However! They decided to delay the hospital visit for around two hours, first so Pierce could run back to New Jersey and hide the gun, and second, so they could find a hospital friendly enough to not report the gunshot wound, as is law in New York.

Plaxico checked into New York-Presbyterian/Weill Cornell Medical Center under the name "Harris Smith." This move alone shows he has at least more smarts than Michael "Ron Mexico" Vick. The hospital did not report the incident, a misdemeanor which Mayor Michael Bloomberg is vehemently pursuing as well (Bloomberg made the supression of handgun crime a hallmark of his administration).

Of course, when one is a much-heralded athlete in the largest media market in the United States, it's not to easy to remain incognito, and the cover was soon blown. Plaxico (who was already out for the game Sunday against the Redskins) turned himself in to a Manhattan precinct Monday morning. Plaxico could have avoided a perp walk by going straight to central booking, but, you know, it's Plaxico.

So now he faces two felony counts of criminal possession of a firearm, with each conviction carrying a minimum of 3 1/2 years.

Nightclubs, the NFL, and guns rarely go well together, but this is easily the first self-inflicted wound, which is just unreal. First, why is there a round in the chamber? Second, why is the safety off? Notice I declined to question why he had a gun with him in the first place, since I'm tired of asking that question.

Now, Plaxico had a concealed handgun permit in Florida (which has since expired) so we can assume he went through some sort of safety class. But also, even the worst gun crimes involving NFL players have also involved a second in whose hands the firearm in question resided (see: Jones, Pacman; Johnson, Tank). Oldest rule in the book, Plax. Get your boys to carry the heat for you.

I'm also pretty upset with his choice of representation. Benjamin Brafman, a worthy associate I'm sure, first gave the Terrell Owens defense while arguing for no bail, saying, "He has 35 million reasons to come back to court." Last I checked, TO's bitch of a P.R. rep caught hell for saying that. Why repeat it? Brafman also likes to end every sentence with, "I think," as in, "He's a good person I think." THIS IS NO TIME FOR INNUENDO! Either get with the program, and affirm that your client is a good person, or shut the fuck up. You're not doing him any favors the way you're going.

All in all, Plax is the one guy on the Giants I like (outside of Aaron Ross), and I think a slug to the leg whilst looking most ungangster should be punishment enough.

Threat level: Hoobler (you thought I was going to say Cheddar Bob, but in addition to 8 Mile, I've seen Band of Brothers also, and this is way deeper).

Aggregated Assault: The Jeff Albertson Award


The Izzy Mandelbaum Award for Accomplishments by Senior Citizens was a rousing success here at the Ghost of Roy Hobbs. Award winner Jamie Moyer was so enthusiastically honored by the accolade that he hobbled around the bingo parlor where he was residing, until that evil mistress gravity caused him to break a hip by slipping on a misplaced bedpan. Our condolences and congratulations to Mr. Moyer, who is tossing softballs in the off-season as a permanent resident at the Pleasant Forest Retirement Vista in sunny Philadelphia! Way to kick it up a notch, butterscotch.

The Ghost of Roy Hobbs Awards roll on. The second award is one of great anticipation, yet of great misery as well. The Jeff Albertson Award for Detestable Appearance and Personality 2008 is one's chance to vent all of their frustrations on members of the athletic society that grind one's gears to the point of utter hilarity and/or murder. Jeff "Comic Book Guy" Albertson is a heinous figure. He embodies everything detestable in a human being: Fat, lazy, takes pleasure in hurting people's (specifically, small children's) feelings. Whenever anything good happens to him in The Simpsons, it is to piss us off even further (see: when he slept with Skinner's mother; when he slept with Edna Krabapple). He is evil, hate-filled, disgusting, and all-around useless.

Without further ado, the nominees are:

Stovall's Picks:

Brent Musburger: Granted, we could go on and on ad naseum about this guy, and Lattimer gave an awesome discourse on this guy previously, but the case can still be made. I hate this guy more than I hate anything. And there's plenty of stuff to hate in the world. Starvation, malnutrition, disease. The plague could come back, and if it took Musburger, I'd probably say, "You know, it's not that bad, guys."

It's not just the way he tries to dissect the psyche of every person involved with the game way too prematurely. "You've gotta wonder what Coach thinks about the strength of that defensive line," when there was a mere three yard gain. It's not the way he tries so verbally stick his elite nose in the air in a vain attempt to be the next Keith Jackson. No, it's his contract that kills me. ABC has a lock on the biggest games of the year. So when I wanted to see a Big 12 showdown between Oklahoma and Texas Tech, I had to watch it on mute. This guy is repugnant and offensive and I love Kirk Herbstriet because of it.

Pacman: Sorry, Dallas fans, I grieve with you. I can't stand this guy. Maybe I'm speaking out of rabid jealousy for not getting to play in the beloved league, but how many chances does one guy get? I saw this guy was trouble when he got drafted. Despite the decorum of the draft being reflected with fly suits and neckties, Pacman decides to break the culture barrier by donning several gold chains, a large WVU jersey, a fresh pair of Nikes, and a Crunk Cup.

While hilarious and appreciated as that was, how easy is it to do whatever the F you want and not get caught? Apparently, not easy enough, as Adam Jones is now one misstep away from working at Kenny's shoes for the rest of his miserable days. This case has the potential to turn around, but the forecast is looking doubtful. Stop stealing headlines, Pac. Collective media, you're on red alert on this one as well. No one cares.

And you're uglier than Marshawn Lynch, and that's saying something.

Arkansas (En Masse): This beef is personal. Arkansas fans can be some of the greatest fans ever. As annoying as it is unique, the Hog Call can be heard at numerous events other than University athletics, such as the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure and weddings. The Razorbacks are literally a banner behind which the entire state can rally.

But nosce te ipsum, folks. Know thyself. While we are in what is regularly regarded as the best conference in college football, that does not mean we are elite by any stretch of the imagination. From the dregs of the long-forgotten Southwest Conference to the dregs of the SEC, what in God's name are we expecting? So please, for the love of God, drop the ego and accept that until some miraculous recruiting happens, we are not and will not be a top tier athletic institution and haven't the gumption to run off a coach who gets an average of 8.5 wins per season.

Yeah, I'm talking about Houston Nutt. I'm not the biggest fan of Nutt, but I sure as hell don't dislike him either. The man is having a "huge" success at Ole Miss now doing what he has always done. Nutt isn't going to win a national championship. He probably isn't going to win a SEC title. He will probably at most win a handful of SEC-western division championships. He will have ten-win seasons. He will have six of five-win seasons. But his average will be about 8.5 based solely on his ability to recruit. You're not going to be a top tier team, but you're going to sneak up and beat some teams that you shouldn't with Nutt at the helm (I point to Florida this year, and LSU last year).

But that wasn't good enough, was it Arkansas? You thought you were really something, so you hacked into his records and started rifling through his crap. Get over yourself, Natural State. We're a funky bunch, but that gives us no right to think we're some kind of school that can speak softly, and use our so-called "reputation" as our big stick.

Oh yeah, and while in the fall your Ozarks are lovely, but there are parts of southeast Arkansas that are so ugly, they make me want to throw up in an astronaut helmet and wear it on my head.

Lattimer's Picks:

So the topic is "Detestable appearance and personality."

Yes?

In my infinite wisdom, and continual quest to find myself, I have realized one thing: I have a love, hate relationship with sports figures.

Meaning I either love you, or I hate you.

But before we get to my selection I'd like to touch upon Stovall's nominee, Brent Musburger.

I was watching the OU-OSU game Saturday night, and of course whenever OSU is on TV there are 20 gratuitous shots of T. Boone Pickens.

However, at one point Musburger referred to the oil man/hedge fund manager as Boone T. Pickens.

This does not bother me because if one paid any attention to the election coverage one would realize that T. Boone was all over the place. This does not bother me because T. Boone spent $58 million dollars hawking his plan all over the TV in which every commercial opens with "Hi, I'm T. Boone Pickens." Hell, it doesn't even bother me that the ABC producer probably told Brent "Hey, talk about T. Boone."

What bothers me is this:

The f-ing stadium that Musburger is sitting in is called "Boone Pickens Stadium." Meaning that there is a big ass sign out in front saying "Hey, my name is T. Boone Pickens I gave a shitload of money to this university so I could get my name on this stadium."

We now know that Brent is not only a pompous prick, but he is also a grade-A American dumbass.
ABC probably has to quickly cut exchanges like this:

Brent: Wellll folks there's the olllllllleeeeee oil man Boone T. he's got that big ollllllleeeeeeee windmill plan. And let me tell you what Kirk those windmills are big, and I mean big, I mean when they go to the buffet, WATCH OUT!!!!!!!

Kirk: If Oklahoma wants to win this game they NEED to score more points than Oklahoma State.

Brent: Excellent point Kirk, but you have to wonder in this situation, I mean if Picken T. does build all of those big olllllllleeeee windmills what is going to happen in the future? I mean you have to wonder here what will happen when all the wind runs out. Now I THINK that we are going to be in the same situation we are in right now. I mean you have to wonder what if some other country has all the wind I mean we are just going to be dependent on somebody's wind, I mean you have to throw Canada into the picture here. And I mean you have to wonder if the wind runs out then ollllllleeeee Pickens T will be left with those giant, and I mean GIANT windmills in the middle of the country. And let me tell you what my friend, that is a problem that I WOULD NOT WANT TO HAVE!!!!!!

Kirk: The reason Sam Bradford is such a good quarterback is his ability to throw the ball to his receivers.

But I digress, On to the nominees.

I'm going to stick with football for my picks mainly because baseball had a down year in hate.

Big and Rich (Cowboy Troy): Yeah we're comin' to ya citaaaaaaaayyyyyy... to fucking end you, and your dumbass song. I really can't put my hate into words. I used to love College GameDay, you know back when Corso only put the mascot head on when he was 100% sure of a win, and he had some crazy ass streak of correct mascot head picks. God, that was great. I still like GameDay, mainly because it means that football is only two hours away, and the signs still remain witty, vulgar, and offensive. This will never change.

However, now before I can get my first signage scan, I have to listen to these gerbilators sing this excuse for a song. Think of the CBS college football song, I'll wait. Yeah it's a nice little tune that they've had for years, and when you hear it your like "Oh, SEC football is on." It's very uplifting. Shit, even the ABC song is decent. But no, ESPN has decided that "if you want a little flim flam in your zim zam" will be their College Football anthem. The worst part of the song is when you think it's over and then Cowboy Troy comes in a breaks it down hick hop style. "Blue 42 down set." God that is soooo creative! I have never ever heard someone say "blue 42" before. I have no idea what "putting a little ying yang in yo zing zang" entails, but if it involves putting a foot up someones ass I'm all for doing it to Big, Rich, and Cowboy Troy.



Whoever hands out malicious hit fines in the NFL: I don't know who it is, but I do know one thing: As a child they were picked last in dodgeball every time.

Look, offensive players have enough to worry about. Some of them try to kill themselves, some shoot themselves in the leg, some are in prison because they let dogs fight each other, some think about their retirement/unretirement speeches, and some really have to focus on banging their Brazilian girlfriends. Do you really think they are concerned about getting injured during a football game? F no.

The fact of the matter is the NFL is protecting all these prima-donna offensive tool bags for the sake of marketability. Shit, I've seen worse in my Pop Warner practices. The best part is when the "experts" debate whether the hit was dirty or not. Excellent idea, because in the chaos that is a football game, I know as a player I always had time to think "Hey, should I take this guys knee out or not? hmmmmm ahhh fuck it, I'll just hit him." But I mean those NFL players are so much smarter, too. I bet they have minutes to think about that kinda stuff.

The BCS (Every member of the committee): Let me ask you a question. We have two teams, lets just call them Team A and Team FUBCS.

  • Both teams play head to head, neutral field, Team A wins.
  • However Team A loses away to a team (Team ARRRRR) however FUBCS beat Team ARRRRR at home.
  • So now they both have the same record.
  • Team A is better right?

Wrong, Dead wrong.

Yes Texas, just received a Texas-sized screw job this weekend, and this type of shit happens every year (not to mention Texas Tech wasn't even considered). The following is the proposal to start the BCS:

"Dude, dude, dude, F playoffs man. That's so NFL. No, no here is what we do, we let COMPUTERS decide who should play each other in a national championship game. What? No dude, computers are really smart. Mine even tells me when I spell shit wrong, trust me man computers are the future. TRUST ME MAN it will be just like when EA sports simulates a season."

And for those of you who have super duper magical number one playoff plans...It's not going to happen there is too much money involved and as long as some conferences are getting paid, they wont change until it's in their best interest. In my mind, the SEC championship is the National Title.

Whatever, I'm over it.

Icehouse's Picks:

I would like to elaborate on Lattimer's comments about the BCS. The only reason they keep the BCS is because the people in charge of the bowl games don't want to give up their nobility. They like being wined and dined all the time, and they somehow feel that being a semi-final game would take away form their luster.

Furthermore, you know those commercials where all the teams are running around, either in a maze, or fighting past each other in the streets, trying to get the championship trophy? Well it's not like that. A more accurate commercial would be all the teams go to a field, stick their respective thumbs up their respective asses, and wait for an alien spaceship to come and abduct two of them. The BCS computers care more about football and the playing thereof than the bowl committees, but it's a flawed system. It wouldn't be all that hard if you followed a simple formula:
  1. Football
  2. Everything else.
That's just too complicated, I guess.

Eli Manning: This guy never fails to piss me off. He looks stupid. He overthrows receivers, makes bad reads, and usually blames someone else when he does something wrong. He perpetually looks like he doesn't want to make money playing football. He's a pussy. He looks stupid. He's related to Peyton and Archie, yet has none of their trademark personalities. Peyton makes funny ads, Eli makes gay-ass ads for watches and other shit that I don't want to buy. Shockey didn't like him. He demanded a trade out of San Diego without having played a single down.

And yet… he wins! He wins all the fucking time! He for some reason stumbles ass-backwards into a situation where he gets to play with one of the best defenses, a running back who breaks people's collarbones when they try to tackle him, and a beast line. Anybody could do what he does, it'd be so easy. I could do it, and I'd look good doing it. New York would love me.

Mark Cuban: Owners should never be seen or heard. During the game at least. Fucking Cubes is a fat piece of white trash that found a billion dollars. That's all. I like the idea that an owner of a franchise cares a whole lot about his team, but sitting in the front row of every game with a jersey, while yelling at the refs is over the top. He does all this because HE wants to be the face of the team. It's all about HIM. I can't stand that. YOU are not a player. YOU have no discernible athletic prowess. You're rich, and the list of positives ends at that.

Put on a suit, go sit in the box, and act like you got some goddamn sense.

Hockey: The NHL. All of it.

The sport started out on thin ice with me (GET IT?) because I don't ice skate. I probably won't ice skate next time the opportunity is offered. So I have no frame of reference to begin with about this sport. Virtually every other sport in the world, I can sit down, start watching, and have some frame of reference, like, running. Ice skating? Sorry.

Continuing, if you ask your average hockey fan what the best part about the NHL is, at some point in time, the subject of fighting will be broached. This is the exact equal as saying that you like NASCAR for the crashes. It has nothing to do with the sport, it in fact detracts from the sport. It is allowed to increase viewership. Think about that for a second. To get people to watch our product, we're going to allow our athletes to throw down in fisticuffs whenever they feel like it. What does this say about the sport? It's an inferior product that has little to offer outside of bloodlust. What does it say about the intended market? They are low-brow degenerates who have no respect for athletic accomplishments, and the only way to get them to spend money is bloodlust.

SAME GOES FOR YOU, YOU NASCAR WATCHING DUMBSHITS!

Who do you think deserves The Jeff Albertson Award for Detestable Appearance and Personality? Vote now in the comment section and let your voice be heard. God speed.

Sincerely,
The Ghost of Roy Hobbs

Monday Morning Shit Storm

What a great holiday. Eat, drink, TV, and kill. That's basically all I did.

Ohhhh and as I sat in various trees, and soccer chairs (we may have invented recliner hunting) thinking of shit storm ideas.

We have some good ones but you know what, we've had some serious storms for a while now, and to be perfectly honest, I'm still in a turkey comatose.

So let's just do something nice, calm, and relaxing.

On to the storm.

I always thought it was funny how people would apply names to their offense or defense. Sometimes coaches think of these names, and other times the media slaps some dumbass marketable name to it.

So for the shit storm, of Monday morn, list your favorite offense and defense for any sport imaginable. I'm willing to accept chess strategy. Your choice, could be simply based on the name alone, or it could stem from technical aspects.

Or you can just make one up.

For the offense:

Naturally, it's the Flexbone. Not only does this offense have a great name which provides me with material for blog posts, but it's also my favorite brand of football. "The option won't work in the SEC...Too much speed." Paul Johnson acknowledges your argument and provides a counterpoint.
"Suck on my Flexbone."

I'm planning a technical post on the flexbone in the future, but know this: It's awesome.

Defense:

I love Pop Warner football coaches. They're great. Some are really great coaches who do really great things for kids. Others coach their sons and teach kids proper fundamentals which will help them in the future. However, some think they are Bill Walsh, Mike Martz, and Buddy Ryan rolled into one. I've met such a person. This summer at a 4th of July party my mother made the mistake of telling some pop warner coach that I played college football. She had good intentions, but unfortunately the coach wanted to show me his "Innovative" offense and defense. I'll go into the offense in the comment section, but he had his defensive playbook in his truck. he handed it to me and on the front I read: "Animal Defense"

I didn't have the heart to tell him what he had given me was a 33 stack. Thousands of teams run this defense. (Not to mention that it is essentially the Ollllllleeeee 5-3) Anyway, all I could say was: "Animal Defense...Sounds badass."

Hopefully we can get some other sports involved.

Shit storm begin.