Friday, February 04, 2005
and so this is superbowl...
The biggest game in the biggest sport with the biggest freakin guys making the biggest deal out of their jobs where they get the biggest contracts...who the hell cares?
I CARE!!!!!!!
I love football. I really don't know when the exact switch was...I never liked it as a kid. My parents love football. My dad played TE in high school and JC and was pretty good. They really wanted me to play when I was younger, but when my dad checked out the PeeWee leagues in san diego and saw how bad their coaching and equipment was, he put me in soccer instead. WRONG FOOTBALL POPS!
Some memories of football as a kid...
I guess I really got into watching football in college. I went to UCSC so we didn't have a football team, but we would get together every sunday and watch. Somehow it all clicked when someone insulted the Chargers...all my years of training as a Bolts fan came out in one long rant and I realized my birthright.
My dad was so happy.
And then, the year I graduate from UCSC, they get to the superbowl and get demolished by the 49ers. All my friends from college, of course, had to give me a call. Bastards.
Now I watch too much football. But it's not enough. I rule at Fantasy Football - I was in two leagues this year and won both. I've got my radio almost permanently tuned to the Mighty 1090. My favorite player is David Binn, the long snapper, and I had his jersey made for me at nfl.com. Illegal contact should have always been called. Offensive holding should be called more. The tuck rule is ridiculous. Art Modell is an asshole. Footballs should have GPS in it for more accurate spots. The Spanos family does great and horrible things for/to San Diego. The Chargers will never win the big game as long as Marty is calling the plays. Dan McGuire sounds like the drunk bitter guy at the end of the bar during a game, and usually has even less intelligent things to say. Hearing "TOUCHDOWNNNNNNNNNNNNN...TITANS" on Tennessee radio when you're actually in Tennessee gives you goose bumps.
But enough about me...
Sunday Predictions:
-z
I CARE!!!!!!!
I love football. I really don't know when the exact switch was...I never liked it as a kid. My parents love football. My dad played TE in high school and JC and was pretty good. They really wanted me to play when I was younger, but when my dad checked out the PeeWee leagues in san diego and saw how bad their coaching and equipment was, he put me in soccer instead. WRONG FOOTBALL POPS!
Some memories of football as a kid...
- Chargers helmet in my crib... seriously.
- Going to a Chargers game, maybe about 4 or 5 years old, and when the Chargers scored they used to blow this cannon in the corner of the field. That thing scared the shit out of me.
- My parents let me stay up late to watch a Steelers/Cowboys game...I went upstairs instead and watched a 007 movie that was on another channel
- Louie Kelcher's kid and me getting in trouble for throwing rocks in a jacuzzi... I think it was Louie Kelcher's kid... may have been Ed White's. We were both, I don't know, maybe 8 or 9 but looked about 13. Of course when I got to 13 I stopped growing...damn you Billy Teudt you took over as the tall kid... but I digress.
- my mom literally crying and not able to watch the '82 playoff game against Miami... the greatest game of all time... probably the most emotional I've ever seen her. It was like she was watching a horror movie, hid herself upstairs and then every 5 minutes yelled out "what's happening now?!?!!!?!"
I guess I really got into watching football in college. I went to UCSC so we didn't have a football team, but we would get together every sunday and watch. Somehow it all clicked when someone insulted the Chargers...all my years of training as a Bolts fan came out in one long rant and I realized my birthright.
My dad was so happy.
And then, the year I graduate from UCSC, they get to the superbowl and get demolished by the 49ers. All my friends from college, of course, had to give me a call. Bastards.
Now I watch too much football. But it's not enough. I rule at Fantasy Football - I was in two leagues this year and won both. I've got my radio almost permanently tuned to the Mighty 1090. My favorite player is David Binn, the long snapper, and I had his jersey made for me at nfl.com. Illegal contact should have always been called. Offensive holding should be called more. The tuck rule is ridiculous. Art Modell is an asshole. Footballs should have GPS in it for more accurate spots. The Spanos family does great and horrible things for/to San Diego. The Chargers will never win the big game as long as Marty is calling the plays. Dan McGuire sounds like the drunk bitter guy at the end of the bar during a game, and usually has even less intelligent things to say. Hearing "TOUCHDOWNNNNNNNNNNNNN...TITANS" on Tennessee radio when you're actually in Tennessee gives you goose bumps.
But enough about me...
Sunday Predictions:
- Patriots by 3
- Take the under at 48
- An Eagles punt returner will return one for a touchdown (never been done in a super bowl)
- Bonnie Bernstein will say "T.O" over 50 times
- My chili is going to blow everyone else's away
- Someone who doesn't care a lick about football will win the grid pool
- I'll sucker someone into an easy bet and feel really guilty about it, but still take their money.
-z
all your base...
Friday morning...for some reason I'm being bombarded with old viral fun. Some of the greatest viral for ya...flash from the past yo! Some are updates, some still in original form...I wish I could find a cached copy of the original Mahir website, fuggin brilliant.
yikes. Any others you can think of?
-z
yikes. Any others you can think of?
-z
