Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Pretty Girl Update! - Emma Roberts
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Call me Emma, we'll get drunk together.
Wasn't His Wrist Down? ;-j
Some would say that the field was horrendous. The first half saw at least 6 players slip due to sloppy sod and by the time the Ducks kicked a short field goal to for the game's first score, the surface was so riddled with divots that it looked like Sir Charles had been golfing.
Some would say the quarterbacks made too many mistakes. Each signal called gave it away twice. Tuning in to the ultimate NCAA football game, I would expect a crispness approaching NFL caliber. Instead the offenses seemed like a collection of high school all-stars running plays drawn up in the dirt. Nothing was more surreal than the Oregon sequence that progressed kickoff pitchback starts the drive at the 7, 81 yard pass on 1st down, misdirection screen to LaMichael James for a touchdown (if I have to see Darron Thomas throw 1 more ball behind the line, I will start 'peening kneecaps) and true option pitch to the kicker for 2 points. And that's why I supported AU tonight. I harbor no love for the SEC, but, in this game, they were the lesser of two evils compared to the LeBratish thugs from Eugene.
The fact of the matter is that both defenses had 42 freakin' days to prepare for the respective Os. 42 days of intensive film study. 42 days of reading keys. 42 days to start burning red for the ball. And, me oh my, it sure looked it. As opposed to offensive units so far from broken that any fix would be sacrilegious, the other side knew what was coming and was salivating to blow it up. I was duly impressed with Auburn's defense, especially Fairley et al on the line. Oregon's vaunted ground game (304 ypg) produced 81. Their O-line got pushed around all night long. The Ducks weren't slouches either as Cam Newton did not look comfortable for a second.
The result? 16-11 Auburn at the break. In a game that truly seemed to favor the team that simply made the fewest gaffs, the Tigers stole big mo' after Cam Newton bounced a sure TD pass on 4th-and-goal from the 1. The resulting safety led to Auburn's second TD (the first came on a catch by former starting QB Kodi Burns, I knew that name sounded familiar) against an Orgeon unit that was gassed after 28 minutes of suicides.
If anyone expected the OCs to remedy at half time, they were wrong. Despite less trickeration in the play calling, the third produced only an Auburn field goal and an unbelievable Auburn goal line stand. The Tigers held strong mentally by stopping a 4th down carry from inside the 1 following an Oregon fake punt (What touch by the punter! I'll give you that one, Chip) and a 43 yard completion to the 3. Nick Fairley. Wow.
Not to go quietly into the night Casey Matthews (yes, from those Matthews, he's easy to pick out) took flight and popped the ball away from the Heisman Trophy winner with 5 minutes to go. James walked in for his second score and Jeff Maehl came down with the conversion. Thomas stood tall to the task. 19 all. Overtime in the NC game? Better.
So we all know the names Michael Dyer and Wes Byrum. A walk-off. 22-19. Herbstreit argued that Newton should have sneaked it in. What an mongoloid. All risk and no reward to give Cam another minute in the sun? Pure idiocy.
Now that it's all said and done, I'll point to an early play as the difference maker. On 3rd-and-goal from the 2, early in the 2nd quarter, Thomas made a horrible decision to keep the ball on a zone read and was buried by, who else, Fairley. The Ducks got 3 instead of 8 and, by simple extrapolation, the halftime score would have been 15-10 Oregon. The Ducks kick the point after their second score and Auburn, needing points, kicks the field goal on 4th-and-goal. No safety. No second Auburn score. Assuming a similar second half, this makes the Oregon Ducks your National Champions.
War Eagle, yo.
Cheers.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Dog People
Let's get this out of the way - poop is childish, defecate is snooty, and shit is crass. I will use "crap" to indicate the act and I shan't concern myself with synonyms.
Often it is heard that there are cat people and there are dog people. Few are both and even fewer are neither. Less frequently is any assessment of what the designations might indicate about the individual. I'll take a quick stab.
Cats are trained to crap in a litter box. They crap onto a pile of gravel in the middle of the house, that's the rule. This behavior is nonsensical, yet no one questions its perpetuation. It's simply the way things are done.
Dogs, on the other hand, are walked. Even in Manhattan residents take their canines 30 floors down in an elevator to jaunt them about the busy sidewalks, dodging passersby as they curb the droppings. In the face of man's greatest metropolis this function occurs is as nature intended. Take a step or two back to say, Ohio, and the leashes become unnecessary. As the Bard said, "If dogs run free, why not we? Across the swooping plain?"
I'm a dog person. I am not going to crap in the middle of the house onto a mound of perfumed sand. Rules without merit need not be obeyed. Truthfully, doing so will only quicken the gyre that pulls us forever down. They should not be obeyed. And, by me, they will not be obeyed. For better or worse, I shall run free.
And, frankly, anyone who can't come to terms with it can just keep drinking the Kool-Aid and, maybe, go screw themselves with a big ol' piece of rebar.
Cheers.
Often it is heard that there are cat people and there are dog people. Few are both and even fewer are neither. Less frequently is any assessment of what the designations might indicate about the individual. I'll take a quick stab.
Cats are trained to crap in a litter box. They crap onto a pile of gravel in the middle of the house, that's the rule. This behavior is nonsensical, yet no one questions its perpetuation. It's simply the way things are done.
Dogs, on the other hand, are walked. Even in Manhattan residents take their canines 30 floors down in an elevator to jaunt them about the busy sidewalks, dodging passersby as they curb the droppings. In the face of man's greatest metropolis this function occurs is as nature intended. Take a step or two back to say, Ohio, and the leashes become unnecessary. As the Bard said, "If dogs run free, why not we? Across the swooping plain?"
I'm a dog person. I am not going to crap in the middle of the house onto a mound of perfumed sand. Rules without merit need not be obeyed. Truthfully, doing so will only quicken the gyre that pulls us forever down. They should not be obeyed. And, by me, they will not be obeyed. For better or worse, I shall run free.
And, frankly, anyone who can't come to terms with it can just keep drinking the Kool-Aid and, maybe, go screw themselves with a big ol' piece of rebar.
Cheers.
Duck Duds
Hey, I'm kind of a uniform geek, in the sense that I dig variety and appreciate the opportunity to bring home as many alternates and throwbacks as possible. Thus, the green eye of envy notices that Oregon has worn a different uniform in each game this season and they're not pushing the brakes now. Check out the NC game set and give the University props for still embracing NFL flops Joey Harrington and Dennis Dixon. Charissa Thompson is the cherry.
Pretty Girl 01.10.11 - Keira Knightley
Sunday, January 9, 2011
The Song Remains the Same
Try to dig the vid and ignore the classly soundtrack.
Cheers
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