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Showing posts with label Coach Clary does not approve. Show all posts

Monday, October 11, 2010

Monday Morning Sh*t Storm!

Lattimer and I, whilst sipping only the finest Colombian coffee mixed with only the finest Persian rum, were discussing on Friday the plight of coaches who leave College Football for the National Football League, only to come back to to the college ranks. Carroll, Saban, Spurrier, Petrino, Holtz, etc. The roster is lengthy, but for every transition back toward college, there is a tinge of demotion associated. "That coach, he just couldn't cut it in the NFL." "Some guys just don't have what it takes." All that jive.

I say an EMPHATIC JIVE! to denote my scrupulousness.

Lattimer and I agree: It's not a degree a capability that is associated with great coaches on the different levels of play, it's just...different. You can't say Urban Meyer isn't a good coach, but you also can't say that you could see his bizzaro world offense working in the NFL. Saban, too, is awesome, and did as well as anyone cold have done with that Miami team, but hey, "had to go back to college because he couldn't hack it" - slash - his coaching style is one of strict discipline, and you can't have that in the league.

But I digress. And we did say ANY LEVEL. That means there are fantastic coaches, NAY GREAT COACHES, who work well for DIII colleges, high schools, Jr. High, and Pop Warner leagues. I'm not sure if there are some pro coaches who couldn't coach a Pop Warner team to a touchdown.

SO THE SHIT STORM:

Best and Worst Pro Coach to Coach Little League/Pop Warner Football. Include reasons. Include savvy.

Mine? Best Coach: Andy Reid, because you know the best part about winning a big game is the coach taking the team out for a pizza party and YOU KNOW DAMN WELL Reid can throw an AWESOME pizza party. Worst Coach: Norv Turner, because...well, look at him. Children would be frightened by a man who looks like his face caught on fire, melted, and someone put the flames out with a golf cleat.

Storm on. Storm on. Storm on. Storm until your dreams come true.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Monday Morning S--t Storm

You know what we haven't talked about around these parts? College Basketball.

The one thing I do appreciate about NCAABB is how crazy the gyms get. Sure, In the NBA you get the jazzy PA noise, but it's just not the same. The other great thing about NCAA ball is the shit talking from the fans. DUI, beat your girlfriend, failed some classes, you can be sure that every conference opponent in the country will rip your shit for it. In fact I tell people that's the best thing about college. You can say everything you want to at sporting events. All that shit in your head that you WANT to say during high school is completely acceptable at NCAA sanctioned events, especially in a small gymnasium. Definitely the best thing about college....other than the alcohol....and co-ed's.....but mainly the alcohol.

So with that being said, the shit storm is to provide some examples of crazy college basketball fanhood. We know about the Cameron Crazies, we know about Maryland fans being ruthless, and we know that Kentucky and Indiana are getting payback for football season. What I want are the little gems around the country. I want that young, wide eyed sophomore in a tiny gym telling the opposing team's star player that he sucks more dick than Adam Lambert.

So to kick things off I give you this little gem.


Now I'll admit I didn't know a lot about NCA&T before this, but I am now officially a fan. Does that make me a bandwagon fan, perhaps, but I really want to see a game in the Dawg Pound. First of all I love split level gyms like this. Also note how the fans are literally right on top of the players. We also have ridicule of opposing players, step battles, and multiple security elements.

But what is the intro like? I'm glad you asked.


Shit storm begin.