A Little Dap For the Gators

I don't really give a shit about the final BCS standings. Wake Forest stayed in the top 20, finishing higher than BC, Va Tech and Tennessee, all of which makes me happy, but still relatively unmoved as I look forward to ACC basketball (UVa ain't bad - I'll spend my time thinking about them in lieu of Wake).
But I tell you what does make me excited.
The fact that I won (ok - tied, but whatever) Awful Announcing's Bowl Pool. I got me a "Free Harold Reynolds" shirt and a chance to write a post at awfulannouncing.blogspot.com -- a site that gets (and I'm ballparking here) 120,000 times more hits than I do.
Now is the time to for the world to experience my singular, bourbon-fueled genius.
Shit -- what will I say? Can I talk about buttsex? Is it okay to swear?
I was called the Sybill of sports fans the other day by a friend for my seemingly random choices of teams to follow. Is that worth expanding on? Probably only if I can reference anal sex and use profanity.
In closing -- Thanks, Gators for beating the shit out of The Ohio State University so I don't have to hear more shit about them. And also so I get to win something.
Chomp, Chomp.

I Fucking Hate Notre Dame

It should be obvious to anyone who knows me that I don't really give a shit about either LSU or Notre Dame, but I have to draw the line here.

LSU has to win this game. If only so Lou Holtz will be put out to pasture, as he so rightly deserves to be.

Also, as I think more about it, I spent many, many drunken hours in the state of Louisiana and am looking forward to visiting again this Spring for Jazz Fest in New Orleans.

So, quick breakdown of tonight's game, actual football be damned: On the one hand, we have the team for which NBC was named apparently (The Notre Dame Broadcasting Company, anyone?). ON the other, we have a team whose fans appear to be a bunch of crazy, slightly dangerous, drunken, pseudo-French-speaking Cajuns.

I'm choking back the bile as I type this, but "Geaux, Tigers!"

Wake Forest Football - Believe It, Bitches

Two posts in a row with profanity in the title. I'm pretty sure I can keep this up all the time. Maybe that'll be my 2007 Resolution: I hereby resolve to swear in the title of every O-P post...to make up for the fact that I can't swear in the fanhouse.
I just wanted really quickly to drag myself out of the Vince Young slurp-a-thon and give some love to the Wake Forest football team.
They're playing Louisville in the Orange Bowl on January 3rd, and even though they're 10-point underdogs right now, I'm still picking them to win (or at least cover). This is partially because the bourbon-flavored kool-aid from the Deacs may be a different color (black - spooky) than the Titans' brew, but has the same effect - unrepentant homerism. It's also because this is it for me and my Deacs and post-season play.
It's a truly topsy-turvy world -- the football team is playing respectably in post-season and the basketball team gets beat by the Air Force Academy.
Finally, Jim Grobe, Wake's football coach, won Coach of the Year, beating out Rutgers' Greg Schiano. I'm so goddamn proud of the Deacs.

Fuck You, Pro Bowl

First, may I just say that I love having the freedom around here to drop the F-Bomb...and in a headline, no less.
Now on to the issue at hand.
Neither Vince Young nor Dreamboat Tom Brady are on the roster for the 2007 Pro Bowl, not even as reserves. Stupid fetus head Peyton Manning is starting and Carson Palmer and Philip Rivers will be acting as reserves.
I blame myself -- the votes are counted in thirds, including fans, player and coaches.
And you know the players ain't gonna vote for Dreamboat, they're jealous of all the mad trim that gets thrown his way on a regular basis.
Plus, my boy Vince Young is just such a goddamn bad ass that other players and coaches are just stone terrified of him.
So, I fell down on the job in this regard. I mean, if I can stuff the ballot box at deadspin to elect "Run you stupid fucking Dinosaur, run" I really ought to have gotten off my ass to vote for these two superstars.
I'm hereby cursing all three of the quarterbacks in the Pro Bowl, because if my boys can't play, then I don't want anyone to play.
So there