themightymjd.com is happy to bring you a series of previews for some of the bullshit college football bowl games coming up. You may find yourself in the position of not knowing a lot of some of the teams involved, and that’s okay. I don’t either. But that won’t stop me from making up things that, if you can manage to convince yourself are true, would certainly pique your interest in these games. And again, I should probably point out that none of this is factual. 100% made up. Probably.
Heisman-winning quarterback Troy Smith of Ohio State sits in the trainer’s room, stretched out on one of the two exam tables, his leg hanging off of the edge as he waits to have his ankle examined. Sitting on the floor next to him is a large red gym bag. Troy swings his legs and waits for a trainer, staring at the door, hoping he’ll be seen soon. Soon, the team’s head trainer sticks his head in the door.
Trainer: Troy, I’m real sorry, but I’ve got to go see the coach for a second here. You sit tight, and I’ll be back in about fifteen, okay? Troy Smith: Fifteen? Trainer: Yep. Fifteen minutes. Just relax. Play with a tongue depressor or something. Troy Smith: (laughs) Alright.
The trainer smiles and turns away, pulling the door closed behind him. Troy Smith exhales, and pulls the big red gym bag up off the floor. He sets it to his side on the exam table, unzips it, and pulls out his Heisman trophy. He places the trophy upright on the edge of the bed, looks at it, laughs to himself, and pats it on the head. He turns back to the gym bag, and pulls out a rectangular Nike shoe box. He shoves the empty bag to the floor, sets the shoe box next to the Heisman, and opens it up. The box is full of all colors and varieties of doll clothes.
Troy Smith: Okay, let’s see. What does Mr. Heisman want to wear today? This feels like a green day for Mr. Heisman! Green, green, green! Oooh, this is pretty. Mr. Heisman should wear feather boas more often! And I think Mr. Heisman feels like he’s in the mood to wear a skirt today! Oh, he looks de-lish! A thick black belt can be very slimming, too, and Mr. Heisman likes these long white boots, and holding this umbrella makes him look perfect! Oh, Mr. Heisman, you are so stunning today, will you be my boyfr–
Smith is shocked into silence when the door opens and the trainer steps quickly through, moving directly towards the cabinets on the opposite side of the room.
Trainer: I knew I was forgettin’ somethin’, I had to grab my notes on that kid that has the — Hey, Troy, what are those… are those doll clothes over the exam table? Troy Smith: NO! Trainer: Well I believe they are, son, and do you have your Heisman trophy behind your back right now? Troy Smith: NO! Why? Trainer: Son, why the hell do your carry that Heisman with you everywhere, and what is the goddamn deal with all these doll clothes? Troy Smith: (stands up quickly, doll clothes fall from his lap onto the floor, his Heisman still being held behind his back) Hey, so, um, we play Florida, right? Should be a great game, don’t you think? Trainer: Boy, are you…? Christ, son. I’m gonna ask you one question, and I want you to answer me honestly. Son, are you dressing up your Heisman trophy in women’s doll clothes? Troy Smith: (takes a deep breath and smushes his lips over to one side of his face, as he always did when faced with a difficult decision. His eyes lower to the ground, and they close.) Trainer: Son? Look at me. You’re dressin’ your Heisman up like a Barbie Doll, aren’t you? Troy Smith: (slowly nods) Trainer: Well, I will be a son of a bitch. Our goddamn quarterback is playing dress-up with the most prestigious damn trophy in all of sports. Boy, are you one of them homosexuals? With the leather pants and everything? Troy Smith: No, no, no… I’m not gay, I just think Mr. Heisman would like some sexy clothes. Trainer: Some sexy clothes? It’s a goddamn bronze trophy, Troy, it don’t need no sexy clothes! Hell, it don’t even need water or air, cuz it ain’t alive! All it needs is for you to not gay it all up! Troy Smith: Well, he might not need sexy clothes, but he deserves them, because we all do, because we’re all pretty in our own ways, so stop being mean! Trainer: (exhales hard) Boy, I am just at a loss here. I come in thinkin’ I’m gonna tape up your ankle, and I end up seein’ you havin’ a personal little pride march for your Heisman. In 32 years of athletic trainin’, this is a first for me, son. This. Is. A. First. I don’t even know what to say here? What’s the protocol in this situation? Troy Smith: You’re not going to tell anyone, are you? Trainer: Well, I reckon not. We got through 11 games with no one carin’ that you’re a fruit– Troy Smith: I am not gay! Trainer: Splittin’ hairs, there, boy, ain’t we? Anyway, I figure it ain’t nobody’s business what you do with your Heisman trophy, so if you wanna make it look like Liza Minelli, that oughta be your business. Troy Smith: Do you really think he looks like Liza? Ohmygosh! He does! Trainer: Easy there, son. Just because I ain’t mad don’t mean I want you to tell me all about what brings out ol’ Heisman Liza’s eyes over there. Let’s just worry about than ankle. Troy Smith: Okay. Well, how is my ankle? Trainer: Well, right now, there’s a mini pink taffeta dress laying on it. Troy Smith: That’s not pink, it’s vintage rose. And Troy’s going to be a bridesmaid in that dress, so don’t hurt his feelings. Trainer: Goddamit, Troy. Troy Smith: You said you didn’t care! Trainer: I do care, Troy. This is deeply disturbin’. I’m questionin’ everything I ever believed right now. And I know I shouldn’t care, and it’s your business, and you can do what you want, but boy, you cannot make THE GODDAMNED HEISMAN TROPHY A BRIDESMAID, DO YOU HEAR ME? Troy Smith: The rest of the wedding party is going to be so disappointed. Trainer: Is it even legal for a guy to be a bridesmaid in the state of Ohio? Troy Smith: (shrug) Trainer: Son, your ankle’s gonna be fine, and I’d like you to get the hell out of here right now. Troy Smith: Okay. (Troy Smith picks up the Heisman and puts it back in his bag, as well as a couple handfuls of doll clothes, and he walks gingerly out the door.) Trainer: Troy? Troy Smith: Yes? Trainer: Mr. Heisman left a whole rack of nightgowns over there by the gauze. Troy Smith: He’s so forgetful sometimes! Silly Mister Heisman! Trainer: We are so screwed tonight.
Troy Smith’s ankle is fine, and he leads the Ohio State Buckeyes against the Florida Gators tonight at 8:15 for the national championship. Mr. Heisman is expected to be wearing something sheer.
NBC showed this earlier in the year when Peyton and Eli played against each other early in the regular season, and I wished I had recorded it. They played it again this weekend during the Colts/Chiefs game, and it magically found its way onto the internet. This kills me.
So I’d like to point you in the direction of The Big Picture, a blog that’s doing a series of interviews with… other bloggers. So here’s me, talking about myself, and trying in vain to not sound like an egomaniac.
Also, you may have noticed a little bit of a new look here. If you didn’t notice, you are probably strung out on something expensive, and you should just go lay down. It’s probably a work in progress, and the major point of the redesign was to find a better way to work in links to my FanHouse work, because … you know, that’s where most of my weekday blogging time is spent these days. So there’s better and easier access to that, all in one handy location.
Nick Saban once said, and it wasn’t that long ago, that he would not be the Alabama coach. Today, he is, and there is much hand-wringing and gnashing of teeth about him having no dignity, being a liar, and a terrible terrible human being. I don’t see it that way. I think if a coach is interested in a job other than the one he currently holds, he absolutely should lie about it. It doesn’t make any sense not to.
Says Pat Forde in the article linked above:
…this would be my suggested sample comment for a coach being sought for a job other than the one he now has:
“Although I love the position I currently hold, I am a candidate for job X. I will not discuss it further until there is something tangible, be it an interview or an offer, to discuss. Goodbye.”
Well, that sounds nice. But ask Jim Mora how good of an idea it is to talk about one job while you have another. How’d that work out for him? And he was even joking about it. But Arthur Blank, the owner of his club heard it, felt like Mora embarrassed the organization, disrespected the position he’d been given with the Falcons, and Mora was gone.
And you know what? I don’t blame Blank, either. Coaches get a lot of money to represent teams or institutions … and you expect them to say publicly that there’s another job they like better? And you expect their employers to be OK with that?
Say that a fictional Coach Wang is the coach at Ball State. And he says that he’d be interested in the position at Johnson University. But the negotiations with Johnson don’t work out, and now he’s left at Ball State, where the perception will be that he hates the job, wants out, feels like he’s above it, and he’s just screwed.
If you say, “No, I’m not interested,” and the job doesn’t pan out, then hey, you said all along you weren’t interested. If it works out that you do get the job, well, then, you just have to be branded a liar. But everyone else in the coaching profession is going to understand, and hopefully, you can dry your eyes on your fat new paychecks.
So you lie about it. You fake your loyalty, and you look out for yourself … much like everyone else in corporate America. Teams certainly don’t show much loyalty for coaches when they aren’t winning. Coaches need not show any loyalty to teams when they are.
They grow the testicles huge in Idaho. Last night’s Fiesta Bowl between Boise State and Oklahoma might be the best college football game I’ve ever seen. I try not to get carried away with the hyperbole like that, but… I can’t remember a game ever bringing me out of my seat that many times. If that was the climactic game played at the end of a football movie, I’d have left the theatre thinking that a 9-year-old with an overactive imagination wrote it.
When Zabransky threw that interception with just over a minute to play, it felt like, “Well, they finally blew it. They got some good bounces and held the lead for a while, but finally, the better team caught up with them.” If feeling that way makes me a hater, or one of the infinate people out there that didn’t give Boise State the respect they deserved, then hey… so be it.
But then the coaching staff felt like elevating play-calling into an artform, and pulled some plays out of their asscracks that no team could’ve been prepared for. Miracle Moment #1 came on the crossing pattern/lateral play that tied the score at the end of regulation. Then Adrian Peterson put his foot on their throats again, scoring on the first play in overtime.
Then Miracle Moment #2 came on Boise State’s overtime possession, with a fantastic play design and play call. To begin with, how many coaches in the country have the balls to go for the 2-point conversion right there? Perhaps not coincidental to that question… how many coaches have a money play like that in the bag that they know is going to work?
Miracle Moment #3 came shortly after when Ian Johnson proposed to his girlfriend on the sidelines, right after the game. You start with a guy like Johnson, a fantastic person who’s a goddman knitter, of all things… baring his soul and putting his mack down on national television and making an honest woman out of her right there. That’s the sweetest thing I’ve seen since Notting Hill I haven’t seen Notting Hill, and you can just go straight to hell.
The only negative about it was Chris Myers trying to ruin the moment, like he was Berman at the NFL Draft. Before Johnson proposed, Myers actually said, “Okay, I know you want to propose right now,” and then the girl did her “cover her mouth and flip out” thing, before Johnson had the chance to ask. Dick.
themightymjd.com is happy to bring you a series of previews for some of the bullshit college football bowl games coming up. You may find yourself in the position of not knowing a lot of some of the teams involved, and that’s okay. I don’t either. But that won’t stop me from making up things that, if you can manage to convince yourself are true, would certainly pique your interest in these games. And again, I should probably point out that none of this is factual. 100% made up. Probably.
East Carolina running back Chris Johnson has been South Florida wide receiver Ean Randolph’s best friend since grade school. The two grew up playing together in the midget leagues of Dade County, Florida, and went to the same high school. Johnson was even seat to be the best man at Ean’s wedding before Ean got cold feet at the last second, lied and told the preacher he was gay, laughed nervously, and ran as fast as he could from the chapel. Now Ean thinks that there’s a decent chance that he actually is gay, but he isn’t sure. The two shared a phone call recently in advance of the East Carolina vs. South Florida showdown in the PAPAJOHNS.com bowl.
Ean Randolph: What’s up, boy? You ready for this on Saturday? Chris Johnson: Shit, I’m ready. I been ready to whoop yo’ ass since you stole my girlfriend in the 7th grade. Ean Randolph: Hahaha! Man, you don’t forget nothin’. Believe me, though, dog, I didn’t really like her. Chris Johnson: I’m just playin’, man. It’s cool. Ean Randolph: No no no. I’m tryin’ to make it clear to you that I really didn’t like her. Like… not at all, man. Not even a little bit. Chris Johnson: It was 7th grade, man. I ain’t sweatin’ that. Relax. Ean Randolph: Okay. I’m cool. (Ean takes a deep breath.) Chris Johnson: So, did you get this gift package from the Papa John’s people? Ean Randolph: Yeah, I got mine. Chris Johnson: Me too… and this is some BULLSHIT, man. Ean Randolph: For real, dog. Best thing in there’s a digital camera … and that thing only got three megapixels. I can’t print no 5-by-7s on no three megapixel bullshit. Chris Johnson: This thing’s beat. How the hell we gonna be in the Papa John’s bowl, and we ain’t get no pizza? Ean Randolph: I’m hungry, too. They got some Superman shit goin’ on there, too. Chris Johnson: Oh yeah? Ean Randolph: Man, I heard them suckas in the Insight Bowl get an Xbox 360. Texas Tech ain’t even that good, man. Ean Randolph: We gettin’ screwed on this deal. Chris Johnson: Man, my brother plays for Oregon. He got some Pioneer navigation system. Ean Randolph: Really? Chris Johnson: Yeah, they hooked him up good. He had to wear that ugly greenish snot helmet, though. Ean Randolph: Where’s your brother now? Chris Johnson: He’s here, man. He came to see me before the game. Ean Randolph: He got that navigation joint on him? Chris Johnson: I think so. Why? Ean Randolph: I want it. Chris Johnson: He might sell it to you. I don’t know. Ean Randolph: That ain’t what I’m sayin’. Chris Johnson: What? You gonna steal it? Ean Randolph: Oh, I’mma steal it. And you gonna help me. Chris Johnson: I ain’t helpin’ you steal shit from my brother, man. You lost your damn mind. Ean Randolph: Listen, man. You help me steal that Pioneer navigation joint, and I’ll drop three passes in the bowl game. Guaranteed. Three passes dropped. And if I score a touchdown, I’ll jack you off. Guaranteed. Chris Johnson: You serious? Wait, what? Ean Randolph: Three dropped passes, man. Chris Johnson: You didn’t say nothin’ else? Ean Randolph: Nope. Chris Johnson: (laughs) Alright, man. You got a deal.
Randolph drives across town in a 1992 Buick Skylark which he has just stolen from his hotel parking lot. Within then minutes, he meets Chris in the lobby of Chris’s hotel, and they take the elevator back up to Chris’s 14th-floor suite. His brother Jeremiah is asleep on the couch. They begin whispering to each other.
Chris Johnson: There it is, man. All the free bowl game shit’s in that basket over there. Ean Randolph: Oh, snap! He got a subscription to ESPN The Magazine, too? I’mma get that, too. Chris Johnson: Dog, we got one of those in our baskets. You don’t need to take that one. Ean Randolph: I need two, man. I love Jim Caple. You don’t even know how much I love Jim Caple. Chris Johnson: Just hurry up, man. He gonna wake up, soon. Ean Randolph: If he wakes up, I’mma kill him. (Ean pulls a Glock 23 from his waistband.) Chris Johnson: What the hell… man, quit playin’. You ain’t gonna kill nobody. (Ean’s eyes are fixed on Jeremiah on the couch, his mouth slightly open, he steps closer to him.) Ean Randolph: Man, he cute, too. Chris Johnson: WHAT? Ean Randolph: Nothin’, nothin’. Listen, I’mma gank that whole gift basket, and I’mma get out of here. I’ll catch you later, boy. You wanna go get some waffles? Chris Johnson: What? No, I’m not gettin’ no waffles with you. Just get outta here, man, this whole deal is off. You crazy, man. Just get out.
Jeremiah rubs his eyes and begins to stir on the couch.
Chris Johnson: (whispering in Ean’s ear) Put that god damn gun away. Jeremiah Johnson: Chris, what’s goin’ on? Ean? What are you doin’ here? Ean Randolph: What up, boy? Yeah, it’s good to see you, man. Come on, man, let’s go get some waffles. Jeremiah Johnson: Why are you holdin’ a gun? Ean Randolph: Oh, I was gonna steal all yo’ shit. Yeah. But you awake now, it’s cool, we can talk about that later. Let’s get some waffles. Jeremiah Johnson: (blank stare) Chris Johnson: (sighs heavily) Ean Randolph: What? Y’all don’t like waffles? Listen, Chris, man… maybe them three dropped passes wasn’t enough. I feel you on that. So what if I just go tonight and kill our quarterback? I’ll shoot Matt Grothe in the face tonight, no joke. Chris Johnson: I don’t… I don’t understand what’s happening here. Ean Randolph: No? Alright, I’ll tell you what. I’ll kill Grothe, get you a copy of our playbook, suck your brother off, and I’ll kill that live bull we have runnin’ out the tunnel before games, and then barbecue him for you later. And that’s just for the ESPN The Magazine subscription. Sound good? Chris Johnson: (as he’s involuntarily urinating on the floor) Uh… you know what… let’s, um… let’s go get those waffles, man. Come on, let’s go. Ean Randolph: YEAH. Waffles, baby. Here I COME. I love waffles like I love Jim Caple.
Ean Randolph put his weapon away and left the hotel room, at which point Chris Johnson locked the door behind him and called 911.
Ean Randolph: (yelling from the other side of the door) Yo, you comin’, man? Listen, I’ll see you there, I’m gettin’ kinda hungry. I promise you Grothe’s dead, though. I’mma take off. (singing as he walks away, to the tune of “O Christmas Tree) Oh, Waffles bitch, Oh, Waffles bitch… Oh Waffles bitch, oh waffles, bitch…
I took part in a bit of a Roundtable discussion about the Iverson trade in the FanHouse last night. It was myself, Bethlehem Soals, Marcel Mutoni, and The Big Lead… no aspect is left uncovered. I think we might do more of this over there. I think you oughta check it out.
I wish I had YouTube footage of it, but George Karl’s comments yesterday about Isiah Thomas… to quote my man Cal Naughton Jr., he nailed that like a split hog. I don’t know how David Stern gives out suspensions for this thing and leaves Isiah out of it. If there was any criminal activity that gave the NBA a black eye, if there’s any completely shameful thing that came out of the Knicks/Nuggets altercation, it’s that Isiah Thomas got off without punishment.
The standard for behavior is raised on Thomas immediately because he’s a coach and not a player. He’s the one who’s supposed to know better. And yet, he was the one pretty clearly, in my opinion, responsible for the whole damn thing.
First, you have his postgame comments, expressing the absurd notion that the Nuggets were somehow at fault because they were winning by 19 points and still trying hard. To even suggest that a fight is somehow justified because the Nuggets were still dunking and scoring points is absurd. That’s like saying, “Well, yeah, I burned down that guy’s house… but he did tell me that I parked my car in an illegal zone.”
Also as evidence is the video of Isiah saying to Carmelo “Don’t go to the basket. Don’t go to the basket.” That seems like a pretty good indication to me that Isiah Thomas had something planned if Carmelo did go to the basket. Why would he say that if there weren’t instructions in place to take a hard foul on someone? If you got Mardy Collins to answer completely honestly, I’m pretty sure he’d tell you that, yes, Colonel Jessup did order the Code Red.
I’m not arguing that it’s never OK to instruct your players to take a hard foul on someone. There are reasons, legitimate basketball reasons, why you’d do that. If you’ve got a player that’s roughing up your team, taking liberties, throwing some cheap shots… one strategy on how to deal with that is to give it back to him. If there’s a player you feel like will shrink if he takes a physical foul … hey, I’d give it to him.
But being embarrassed about getting your ass whooped … I don’t see that as a real good reason. Even if Karl did want to run up the score, I’m not sure Isiah’s justified in that. If you’re losing, you’re losing. No one cheated you. You have to suck that one up and take it.
Isiah is tired of being booed at home, he knew that the boos were coming, he was frustrated with his own team, and he did something stupid.
The voting closes today for the 2006 Weblog Awards… I’m currently in fifth place. I’d sort of like to move up, but not really. Nothing short of a gifted hacker (and I’m willing to listen to your ideas) could get me in the vicinity of Kissing Suzy Kolber or Deadspin. Baseball Musings has a pretty solid lead on me, too. I don’t really know anything about that blog, but if the owner wants to fight me, we can get at it. The only blog I could conceivably catch is TrueHoop, and I’m in no hurry to do so. TrueHoop’s a fine and invaluable site and should probably finish ahead of me.
But if you voted for me anyway, I do appreciate it. I mean that.
themightymjd.com is happy to bring you a series of previews for some of the bullshit college football bowl games coming up. You may find yourself in the position of not knowing a lot of some of the teams involved, and that’s okay. I don’t either. But that won’t stop me from making up things that, if you can manage to convince yourself are true, would certainly pique your interest in these games. And again, I should probably point out that none of this is factual. 100% made up. Probably.
Today, we look ahead to Monday’s San Diego County Credit Union Poinsettia Bowl.
Northern Illinois’ regular quarterback, Phil Horvath, will be sitting out the prestigious San Diego County Credit Union Poinsettia Bowl with a “season-ending injury.” Most people don’t know that his injury was suffered at the hands of his backup, Dan Nicholson. It wasn’t one of those crazy punter situations where one guy stabbed another guy because he wanted to boot low 35-yard punts … it was something far more disturbing. The following conversation took place:
Nicholson: It’s pretty cool that we’re going to a bowl game. Horvath: I guess, man. Nicholson: What do you mean, you guess? Aren’t you excited? Horvath: Kinda. But it’s just the San Diego County Credit Union Poinsettia Bowl. That sounds so lame. Nicholson: What’s wrong with that? Horvath: Nothing, it’s just … you know, the other bowl games have sponsors like Tostitos or FedEx or Nokia. National companies that people have heard of. Ours is a goddamn county credit union, right? (laughs) Nicholson: What’s your problem with credit unions? You too good for a credit union, golden boy? Horvath: What? No, man. Just take it easy. What’s your problem? Nicholson: I’ll tell you my goddamn problem, dickweed. My mother worked at a credit union for 37 years. She gave her soul to the company. For decades, she handled money that she could never dream of, handed to her by people like you and your rich prick parents, for $8 an hour and a half-hour lunch break. I don’t think, jackass, that there is A DAMN THING WRONG WITH CREDIT UNIONS. Horvath: Listen, I’m sorry, man. I was just talking out of my ass. I didn’t mean anything by– Nicholson: I’M NOT DONE, DICKFACE. It was on her deathbed that she told me that working at the credit union was the best thing that ever happened to her. She met her husband there. She made friends there. Many of the most significant moments of her life were spent there. For Christ’s sake, Horvath, I was conceived in a credit union. My mother is buried RIGHT NOW underneath a credit union in the Chicago suburbs. You wanna go dig her up and piss on her rotting carcass? Do you, Horvath, you son of a bitch? Horvath: Listen, I’m really sorry, man. Nicholson: Oh, you’re sorry. Well, let me tell you something, Whore-vath. You think you’re all high and mighty and slick, but where the hell do you think you’d be without credit unions? Do you even know? Do you even know the hell that the world would be without credit unions? Do you know that credit unions care about the community? Do you know that they’re full-service financial institutions? Do you know that CREDIT UNION DEPOSITS ARE ONE-HUNDRED PERCENT GUARANTEED? DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN TAKE YOUR LOW-RETURN CDs AND JAM THEM STRAIGHT UP YOUR ASSHOLE? HUH, MOTHERF–? Horvath: Stop! Just leave me alone, man. I like credit unio– Nicholson: Oh, YOU WANNA GO? YOU WANNA GO, FRAT BOY? COME GET A PIECE OF THIS, YOU NAPERVILLE PUSSY. Horvath: I think I’m just gonna leave.
It was then that Nicholson knocked Horvath down and grabbed the Northern Illinois mascot–a live Husky dog–and held it over Horvath’s face for 23 minutes, asphyxiating him. Horvath lost consciousness, his right lung collapsed, and Nicholson filled his locker with 114 live cobras. No one has discovered this yet.
The San Diego County Credit Union Poinsettia Bowl is Tuesday night, December the 19th, on ESPN2.
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themightymjd.com is happy to bring you a series of previews for some of the bullshit college football bowl games coming up. You may find yourself in the position of not knowing a lot of some of the teams involved, and that’s okay. I don’t either. But that won’t stop me from making up things that, if you can manage to convince yourself are true, would certainly pique your interest in these games. And again, I should probably point out that none of this is factual. 100% made up. Probably.
So I’d like to point you in the direction of The Big Picture, a blog that’s doing a series of interviews with… other bloggers. 
Nick Saban once said, and it wasn’t that long ago, that he would not be the Alabama coach. Today, he is, 
They grow the testicles huge in Idaho. Last night’s Fiesta Bowl between Boise State and Oklahoma might be the best college football game I’ve ever seen. I try not to get carried away with the hyperbole like that, but… I can’t remember a game ever bringing me out of my seat that many times. If that was the climactic game played at the end of a football movie, I’d have left the theatre thinking that a 9-year-old with an overactive imagination wrote it.
themightymjd.com is happy to bring you a series of previews for some of the bullshit college football bowl games coming up. You may find yourself in the position of not knowing a lot of some of the teams involved, and that’s okay. I don’t either. But that won’t stop me from making up things that, if you can manage to convince yourself are true, would certainly pique your interest in these games. And again, I should probably point out that none of this is factual. 100% made up. Probably.
I took part in a bit of a Roundtable discussion about the Iverson trade in the FanHouse last night. It was myself, Bethlehem Soals, Marcel Mutoni, and The Big Lead… no aspect is left uncovered. I think we might do more of this over there. I think you oughta check it out.
I wish I had YouTube footage of it, but George Karl’s comments yesterday about Isiah Thomas… to quote my man Cal Naughton Jr., he nailed that like a split hog. I don’t know how David Stern gives out suspensions for this thing and leaves Isiah out of it. If there was any criminal activity that gave the NBA a black eye, if there’s any completely shameful thing that came out of the Knicks/Nuggets altercation, it’s that Isiah Thomas got off without punishment.
…and thus, I will be last.
themightymjd.com is happy to bring you a series of previews for some of the bullshit college football bowl games coming up. You may find yourself in the position of not knowing a lot of some of the teams involved, and that’s okay. I don’t either. But that won’t stop me from making up things that, if you can manage to convince yourself are true, would certainly pique your interest in these games. And again, I should probably point out that none of this is factual. 100% made up. Probably.
