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Quick Hitters

Thursday, March 13th, 2008

By Jeffrey Petts

We haven’t done this is a while. Let’s go back to the well for a quickie.

Bode Miller wins his second World Cup skiing title in four years.
Bode who? Is it 2010 yet? Is this the winter Olympics? No? Well, then America really doesn’t care. Check back with us in a couple years.

Billy Crystal batted leadoff for the Yankees.
I would pitch inside and hard just because this guy lost his ability to hit anything but a softball more than a decade ago.

(And by “softball” I mean he stopped being funny around 1989. Outside of Monsters, Inc, which was aimed at toddlers, ol’ Billy hasn’t produced anything worth watching since When Harry Met Sally, and I give Reiner the credit for that one. Disagree? criticize Daly here but it was Happy Hour and the beer carts run slow on the Bay Hill Club & Lodge. What’s a professional golfer (athlete, HA!) supposed to do?

Joey Harrington gets another NFL contract.
It’s sad when the Atlanta Falcons will do anything to distract fans from the Michael Vick fiasco.

Shelley Duncan doesn’t know why his slide caused a brawl on the field.
Uh, I dunno, Shell. Maybe because nobody has come in with spikes up in the air that obviously since Ty Cobb.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWc77ELoz0M[/youtube]

Alex Ovechkin continues to light up the NHL.
It’s too bad it’s only like me and three other NHL fans that appreciate Alexander the Great’s feats of prowess. Forget kid Crosby, Alex truly is the iceman cometh.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eorWhtV9Aqk[/youtube]

Pundits say the Cubs might be too good to miss the postseason.
Ha! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! 1996 was the happiest spring of my life. Mind you, I was single, unemployed and broke. Thank the lord for Harry Caray and WGN.

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Un-Patriotic

Friday, February 8th, 2008

By Joe Moskwa

Thank GOD. I still feel high from this year’s Super Bowl, and I’m not even New York Giants fan or from New York, New Jersey and everywhere else claiming the Giants as their own. With that being said, I’m hoping maybe you guys will go away now. Yes, New England Patriots, I’m a talking about YOU. Would you be so kind as to disappear now?

Any while you’re at it, could you take your bandwagon bunch with you? I’m not talking about your fans that live in Boston; I’m talking about your fans that don’t even realize you guys play in Massachusetts. The ones that live in my city! There’s only a couple of groups that get under my skin MORE than these never-even-been-to-Boston / Tom-Brady-is-so-hot “fans”. One is that “armband tattoo” guy. The other? “Texas Hold ‘em” guy! This is the guy that invites you over for a poker party, and when you arrive, you find out that it’s only Texas Hold ‘em. Because that’s what they play on TV. So that’s the only game the whole world can play now. Forget 5-card draw, blind baseball, 3-card guts, Omaha, Low-Chicago, High-Chicago, etc…

And do you really need to wear sunglasses? Dude, we’re just playing CARDS. In your basement. Oh sorry, I mean your mom’s basement.

A statement you will never hear me utter: “Hey, check out my new tattoo. Yeah, it’s on my bicep. It goes all the way around. Hang on, let me roll up my Brady jersey. Yup, you’re right, it’s barbed wire! Awesome huh? Okay let’s deal ‘em up. I’m practicing to get into one of those ESPN tournaments”.

(There are some dudes out there that would probably like to strangle me now. Not to worry though, the “dudes” that I just stereotyped are not smart enough to read let alone find me.)

Wow. I didn’t realize I had that much to say about “Hold ‘em” guy. However, I have more to say about the NFL runners up. Stay with me though because some of you should be able to relate.

I’ll start with the root of the problem. It all starts here, with Coach Belichick. Coach Belichick designed a methodical, impressive, and almost unstoppable NFL-version of the “spread” offense. It moves the ball well, controls the clock, uses short passes like runs, and frustrates opposing defenses.

Downside? IT’S SO BORING TO WATCH!

C’mon guys, you have to admit it. Most of us want to see someone like LaDainian or Adrian Peterson juke a defender out of his shoes. Or maybe see a wide receiver catch a ball with his head? I’d take that any day over watching a group of second-stringers spread all over the field. Jabar Gaffney. Wes Welker. Kevin Faulk. Put them back in their old situations and they’ll go back to doing nothing again. Deion Branch, David Patten, Damien Woody and Cory Dillon left the Pats. How are they doing now? Are they even still in the league?

My point? It’s the system. Belichick is the best offensive playbook designer out there. He wins. That’s his job. Not his fault that a Texas Hold ‘em tourney is just as exciting.

But if boredom were the only reason I’d like to see the Pats scram, I wouldn’t be writing this. There are other factors. Take the players for instance. Don’t we want to LIKE these guys we’re watching? Doesn’t flair, charisma, and personality help a bit? These are things that the Pats just don’t have, and that’s another reason why they’re just not working for me. I don’t understand the appeal. Take a look at some of the other teams that have ran off championships like the Pats have. The Bulls had Michael Jordan. The Lakers had Magic. (His NAME was “Magic”. What else can you say?) The Broncos had Terrell Davis. Lakers had another – Shaq. Cowboys had Emmitt and Irvin. Niners had Rice. And Joe Cool. (Another one with the name. Names like “Magic” and “Cool”, how do you compete with that?). Even our newest champ, Michael Strahan, has more personality in his baby finger that the whole Pats team combined.

There’s something these guys all had in common. They were liked, even loved, by most everybody. Now I’m sure there were exceptions, but it’s true. How many commercials have the above been in, collectively? A hundred? More? Probably. Look at Peyton Manning. The dude’s in EVERY commercial. And he only has one ring. Brady? Sure he got the Visa one with his linemen right after they won their first title, but that’s been it. And if any of the Pats WERE to get another commercial, what would they be endorsing? “Cheaties” cereal? Night-vision spy goggles? Cellular phone interceptors? Pinhole video cameras? “Choke chains”? Condoms that generate perfect results – 99% of the time?

I compare the lack of Pats commercials and boringness of their players to something I like to call the “Dinner Factor”. This is something I use to help people decide on who to be a fan of. It’s easy. It’s basically a “who-would-you-rather-have-dinner-with” hypothetical game. The rules are easy. Number one: WOULD you have dinner with this person. Number two: If you had to choose between TWO people, who would you pick? Last rule: No choosing someone just because they have a nice butt-chin and maybe it’ll lead to marriage. (Sorry Tom, I just took away all your dinners.)

I’ll demonstrate (quickly and shortly) how the game works. Okay, would you have dinner with Peyton Manning? Of course you would. Okay, Peyton or Tom Brady? Shaq or Brady? Shaq or Randy Moss? Joe Montana or Tom Brady? Bill Belichick or Bill… Parcells? Emmitt Smith or Kevin Faulk? Jerome Bettis or Cory Dillon?

Go ahead. Make some up yourself. Take any champ who’s not a Pat, and compare them to a Pat. The Patriot will not win. (Unless you’re from New England.) To take it a step further, look at Jerry Rice and Emmitt Smith when they were on “Dancing With the Stars”. C’mon, America ate it up. They DROOLED over these two. They got votes just because of who they were. And they deserved it. These two could run for president and probably win. If Deion Branch got on the show in a few years? Yeah, good luck.

It’s kind of how folks talk about the 2004 Detroit Pistons. They don’t have the commercials, not a lot of spark and flair, and they play more of a monotonous / robotic “team” type of system.

A couple more things the ‘04 Pistons don’t have: Smugness and dirty closets. Two things that are very unattractive. Think about the smugness part. Who likes smug? I personally interview 50 job candidates a week and I actually have a “smug factor” in all of my grades. It’s not a likeable trait.

But it’s a trait the Pats have. They’re short with the media. They don’t smile. They post things on the injury report like TOM BRADY QUESTIONABLE WITH A HIGH ANKLE SPRAIN. They throw 35-yard touchdown passes with 3 minutes left in a game while being up by 28. C’mon, that’s all smugness and cockiness. Just cut it out guys.

Lastly? The dirty closets. Do I really need to hear about how they taped the Rams walkthrough in 2002? How they stole signals? Do I want to keep hearing about Spygate? I certainly don’t.

I just want it all to go away. The robots that drive up and down the field while putting me to sleep. The bandwagoners that love Brady because “he went to Michigan”. The bad press conferences. The smugness. The Spygate talk. Will it ever end? I’m hoping it will. I’m betting you do too.

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Monday, February 4th, 2008

By Jeffrey Petts

Editor’s note: Mondays are intended to be for Craig Dumas and his Grizzly Woodsman articles, but I’m taking the reins today for some Super Bowl ranting.

I’m a little bummed today. Not because the New England Patriots fell short of perfection – I’m a fan of the team but even the best of teams lose games. Though I was hoping to witness something for the first time in my lifetime – an NFL team going undefeated for an entire season – it was not to be. The New York Giants played spoilers to perfection and left me, and New England, wanting. But that’s why they play the games and why winning tastes so sweet; because losing is a bitter pill to swallow.

Fans can blame Patriots players for their failings. Randy Moss certainly didn’t impress with his lack of effort for a few balls late in the game. (Less than 30 seconds in the game and you don’t even jump for either bomb thrown your way?! Everybody was watching. Show some effort.) Moss gave the Pats a great season… and almost nothing in the post-season.

The offensive line should take a few hits here, but Brady took them all last night. I’m no mathematician but five large men should be able to block four. Maybe not every time, but most. On too many plays, Giant rushers were able to race at Brady unabated. Though the G-Men deserve some credit for mixing up schemes and for inspired play, much of the reason Brady was on the ground for most of the night was because blockers didn’t, well, block.

And just because his offensive line came up short doesn’t mean my boy Tom Brady gets a free skate in this game. He had a chance to go to the highest plateau in the storied history of the NFL. Not just being a quarterback with four rings, but being able to stand alongside Joe Cool atop the NFL pantheon.

When Brady drove the Patriots the length of the field, I said aloud, “If they win, Brady just put his name up there with Montana.” But something felt off. I realize – in hindsight – that the Comeback Kid wouldn’t have needed his defense to close the door. Joe wouldn’t have given the ball back with so much time on the clock. Montana would have led his men on a march to victory that would have left the Giants with little time and few options. You know, kind of how the G-Men left the Pats with 30 seconds and the length of the field to drive.

One more gripe about my guy Brady. SPEAK UP!! If I’m gonna knock Peyton Manning for his lack of leadership skills when things turn south, then I’m not letting Tommy off the hook when his line suddenly forgets how to pass block. Even though Joe Cool was known for his composure under pressure, I’m sure when guys weren’t pulling their weight, soft-spoken Montana would pull the offender aside and give him an earful. Maybe Tom should have spent less time wining-and-dining his O-line in those old Visa commercials and more time teaching them blocking assignments.

But all this can be put aside. I can rationalize it all. Moss’ seeming lack of effort could just be proof the Oakland Raiders knew what they had when they cut him. And choreographing a gritty ballet can’t be easy for five 300-pound men. As for Tom Brady… maybe Joe Montana deserves to sit unparalleled for a bit longer. There’s nothing wrong with being almost as good as Joe Cool.

No, my ire is saved for one man alone: Mr. “60 Minutes” himself, coach Bill Belichick.

Last year, when the Patriots blew an 18-point lead in the AFC Championship to the Colts, many critics felt the Pats didn’t play an entire game. Belichick make it his mission to get his team to play the entire game through to the end. “60 minutes” became the mantra. When the Patriots were destroying teams in the first half the season, “60 minutes” came to mean an unmerciful barrage of offense and defense. Only the final gun would stop the onslaught.

However, when the game was lost with the last Brady pass bouncing on the turf, Belichick was headed to the locker room. He’ll probably say that he didn’t realize time was still on the clock. That his being in the locker room was an oversight, not a slight. He wasn’t fleeing to hide.

But we know better.

Three separate times Belichick has had the opportunity to bask in the glow of a Super Bowl victory. Last night was time for the opposing coach to have the last laugh. Unfortunately, the sleeveless sweatshirt had fled the scene rather than man-up and be happy for someone else. Had Belichick stuck it out for that last second, he would be the gracious loser. Instead, leaving that one tick on the clock made him into a poor sport.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m a Belichick fan. I like that he’s arrogant and evasive with the media. But you’ve got to take the good with the bad. He’s been given the moniker of “genius” when the Patriots are winning. “60 minutes” would – should – have been the title for his how-to book had the Pats won. Instead, it will be the gameplan nobody followed.

Especially not the mastermind behind it.