Monday, September 29, 2008
When fantasy teams suck
Posted by Liz at 10:16 AM 4 comments
Labels: fantasy football
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The Weekly Weddle: A Sweet INT
Anyways, midway through the third quarter said QB mis-reads a route with his receiver and lets the ball sail high. Just before it hits the ground, Weddle swoops in to make a diving catch. That's what the man does, he makes plays. Just in case you missed it, here's the clip (why this highlight is set to Icky Thump, I have no idea) :
Moreover, another blog known as Vegan Fish Tacos has espoused their own "Weddle Corollary" as it relates to players in the NBA Draft:
"The Eric Weddle Corollary: Players who do not have the 'sexiness' as draft prospects (typically because of physical attributes) but just love to play the
game and produce regardless.
(note: Eric Weddle was a defensive back for the Utah football team who had no draft hype originally but has already become a starter in his second year in the NFL)."
As you can see, Eric Weddle's influence reaches far beyond NFL Football. Tune in next week to read about Weddle and how he influences dark matter on the quantum level (if he so chooses)...
Posted by Dave Harrington at 9:55 AM 0 comments
Labels: According to ESPN Brett Favre was pretty much the only guy playing on MNF, Chargers, NFL, The Weekly Weddle
Monday, September 22, 2008
On leaving early
But this isn’t about the loss. This is about the Gillette Stadium faithful’s reaction to the loss. By the time the 4th quarter rolled around, and Ronnie Brown got to know the end zone better than Pacman Jones knows the strip clubs of greater Dallas, Patriots fans were streaming for the exits. The Razor was practically emptied by game’s end.
I hate this. I hate it when fans do this. Especially New England fans, who pride themselves on sticking with their teams through thick and thin (even they historically haven’t, as I’ve mentioned before). There’s an old Christian saying that you don’t ask God “Why me?” when good things happen to you, so you shouldn’t ask it when bad things happen. I think this applies to sports fans too. Besides, leaving early is for fans in Los Angeles and Florida, who New England fans are always making fun of.
Yes, the Patriots laid an egg and stunk up the joint like we haven’t seen since the Tony Eason era. But you’ve still got to stick it out and support your team. Especially a team like the Pats that’s been so great this decade. Of course there’s the rational that you should stay because you could miss the greatest comeback ever, but more realistically, you should stay to support your team, who, believe it or not, are arguably feeling crappier than you are.
Posted by Liz at 12:18 PM 4 comments
Labels: Football, New England Patriots, NFL, rant
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Around the Web
-Rather new to the blogosphere, SportsRoids brings you their Top 5 Sports Related Fights. If you haven't seen Jim Rome get beat down on live camera by Jim Everett, it's a must see. Lots of other good stuff here, especially for fantasy players and NFL fans in general. [SportsRoids]
-Tim Duncan has apparently been forwarding e-mails about the Large Hadron Collider to teammates. [Onion Sports]
-Should the Mountain West conference receive an automatic BCS bid? An 18-8 overall BCS Bowl record isn't a bad argument. [MWC Football]
-In case you missed it, U$C laid the smack-down on Ohio State last Saturday. Buckeyes' quarterback Todd Boeckman lays his feelings prostrate in a Dear Diary entry. Oh well, see you in Craig Krenzel-ville, Todd! [In The Bleachers],
-A San Francisco high school football coach has devised an offense known as the "A-11," in which seven potential receivers are on the field for any given play. Sounds pretty nuts, but apparently does it not only work, it decreased the risk of offensive players' injury. [NPR Sports]
-And finally, we have Padres rookies dressed up like Hooters girls. I agree with Jose Canseco in his book Juiced, that "the food there is quite good." [Gaslamp Ball]
Wanna watch a Ron Artest video with Mike Jones? You do? OK, well here you go. Have a great weekend everyone! :
Posted by Dave Harrington at 4:28 PM 2 comments
Labels: College Football, Padres, Tim Duncan
Monday, September 15, 2008
On football and favorite sons: A nonsensical ramble
My house was full of San Diego boys watching the Chargers yesterday, and I was in the other room watching the Red Sox for the first few minutes. For some reason, this got me thinking about how a city is like a family and the sports teams are their children. Bear with me.
See, a lot of times in families, there’s one kid who is perceived as having tons of potential, and that kid is pushed really hard to realize that potential, while the other kid or kids get coddled. At least this is what I’ve been lead to believe by a lot of historical fiction. My own family was nothing like that, probably because none of us kids had any potential.
Now in this sports analogy, the Boston family – where I grew up – is highly abusive and unhealthy. All teams suck unless they make the playoffs, and even then, they’re merely tolerated unless they win a championship. This recent Red Sox obsession? Believe me, it was nothing like this when I was growing up. Back when they couldn't make the post season, people followed them, but nothing like this. Same with the Pats.
But San Diego, I’ve noticed, is a lot like the family described earlier: The Padres are the loveable loser kid who people will watch regardless of what happens, and the Chargers are the kid on whom the city’s placed all kinds of expectations. As a result, when the Padres suck this year, people kind of laugh it off. It’d be nice if they were better, but oh well. But the Chargers start the season 0-2, and the city’s asking Philip Rivers to cut it a switch.
Here is the realization: Usually, the kid who is pushed by his family thinks his family hates him. They end up very successful but full of resentment and daddy issues and self-loathing. Often times, they go into politics. But seeing the way San Diego reacts to the Chargers, I see that this is backwards. That kid who’s been pushed is actually loved the most. San Diego is a football town, after all.
It's amazing how sports can sometimes clarify completely unrelated principals. In other news, I shouldn’t be allowed to have children.
Posted by Liz at 11:48 AM 7 comments
Labels: Astute observations, Chargers, Padres, Rambling
Sunday, September 14, 2008
A Gallon of Donkey Shit
That's really all there is to say about the travesty that was the Broncos victory over the Chargers this Sunday. The shitty officiating decided the game, and it just made me think of how this league has gotten worse and worse every year. Holding fans hostage to awful officiating and shameful marketing is not a way to "grow your brand," Mr. Goddell.
Hey, but at least those pink Tony Romo jerseys are flying off the shelf :)
“On the last play, it was clearly a fumble. Ed came over to me and said he blew it. That’s not acceptable to me. This is a high-level performance game. That’s not acceptable to have a game decided on that play."
-Chargers head coach Norv Turner
Posted by Dave Harrington at 10:22 PM 5 comments
Labels: Chargers, Hating Tony Romo helps numb the pain somehow, NFL
Friday, September 12, 2008
Everybody meet Timz...
Here's another interesting clip of him on Hannity & Colmes (with Chuck Norris guest hosting, how random is that?) discussing the political nature of his album and the situation in Iraq:
Well that's it for now, everyone enjoy their NFL/NCAA football weekend. Don't drink and drive, practice safe sex, consume quaaludes in moderation blah blah blah.
-Timz
Posted by Dave Harrington at 9:09 AM 3 comments
Labels: Chargers, Chuck Norris, NFL
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The Weekly Weddle: Torched?
We all know how this play ends. A dead man would have done a better job. Eff you Marlon.
Posted by Dave Harrington at 9:53 AM 5 comments
Labels: Chargers, my hatred for Marlon McCree will never die, NFL, The Weekly Weddle
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
NFL News: Jaguars recognize the futility of existence
While the Jaguars may have been a sexy underdog pick to win the Super Bowl this year, it's going to be tough now that they have realized that life itself is a pointless, empty endeavor. This is just so funny, I had to share:
Pre-Game Coin Toss Makes Jacksonville Jaguars Realize Randomness Of Life
Posted by Dave Harrington at 1:56 PM 4 comments
Monday, September 8, 2008
Five stages of grief over #12
Posted by Liz at 10:11 AM 4 comments
Labels: New England Patriots, NFL, Tom Brady
Baseball is Still on Too, You Know!
Yesterday, while the entire universe was watching football, I was watching the #2 pitcher on one of the worst teams in baseball almost throw a perfect game. The Padres' Chris Young had a no-no through the 7th inning. Everything was looking good. CY was pitching like a machine (throwing only, like, 7 pitches in the 6th inning), no one was talking or even looking at him in the dugout (apparently Jake Peavy went into the clubhouse and wouldn't come back out), excitement was building (in my apartment anyway).
Then, effing Tony Gwynn...freaking "Mr. Padre"...announces in the bottom of the 7th, "Hey! Chris Young is throwing a perfect game. There's never been a perfect game in Padres history. blah, blah, blah. I'm Tony Gwynn and I don't know when to shut up." Then, the idiot that is Steve Quis joined in, "I'm glad you said it Tony. People are very superstitious about baseball, but we need to report what's happening on the field because people are apparently morons and can't simply look at the box score to see what's happeneing." Then, and you're gonna be totally shocked when you hear this, Chris Young came out in the top of the 8th and gave up a Home Run to the second batter he faced.
CY still acompished something major. He showed he's still got some serious stuff and I was proud of the Padres for an afternoon, but Tony Gwynn is dead to me for at least a week.
Posted by Red at 10:09 AM 5 comments
Labels: Baseball, Dead to me, Padres, Tony Gwynn
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Thank (insert diety here) NFL Football is starting!!!
It's one of the few things that keep me (and 80% of other American working males) from turning into this guy:
Don't you just hate it when your Jamba Juice doesn't look like the one in the picture?
Posted by Dave Harrington at 9:17 AM 2 comments
Labels: Gaucho Alumni, Michael Douglas, NFL
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
And it's not even pink!
I'm having hat issues.
Posted by Liz at 10:19 AM 6 comments
Labels: Baseball, conflicted feelings, hats, Padres, Red Sox