The Domers got a taste of what it feels like to be outmatched. Like Ohio State and a litany of other hopefuls, their feelings of belonging were quickly put to rest. One person stated it beautifully when they said, “The National Championship Game, where Non-SEC schools go to die”.
But this humor comes as no surprise to teams often unable to beat the Tide. At this point-in-time, it is more like ‘Groundhog’s Day’, where the outcome will always be the same. I could see Bill Murray driving with the ground hog as they go off the cliff, only to repeat the day over and over and with the BCS title still being in the hands of the SEC.
The guy who wore #9 for the Irish was hugely overweight. I quipped that it looked one of his numbers were missing and there should be a 7 or another 9 to make it look right.
The highlight of the evening came when Brent Musburger was fixated with a women, roughly one-third his own age. And considering the score the only question was Cialis or Viagra?
The next controversy, following the game, was a few days later when Johnny Football was partaking of some self-medicating. Instead of Britney’s exposure or a random camel-toe, this story would do.
After such a mediocre season (kidding), why would he be drinking champagne? It isn’t like the media types don’t take chances! See: Brent Musburger.
I can imagine these vultures with their sharp leaded pencils making haste to ruin yet another life. In a sonorous tone, their mighty quills will strike paper like a Thor’s hammer. They will beat this story so hard, that they will reach their sexual highs and then tell you how much they care about the health and safety of young people.
My favorite whipping boy, Bob Costas is finding a way of making it about him. I can imagine steam rising up from his toupe and taking adrenaline just to keep up. For doing what? What all young people do and what he did when he was young. And to allude to us as children, just before he trips over his tricked-out walker. I’ve heard to relax, he watches Beavis and Butthead Across America with his favorite scene being the prospects of a full-cavity search.
Okay another rant here. You all know the show called ‘Operation Repo’, where the young girl, allegedly is actually like 34 years old and they treat her like a kid. Ha!!! Come on now and she is saying expressions like ‘Really’? And then she alludes to Facebook. Like a teenager out past curfew, she sits and pouts. How rich! It must annoy her when Matt’s beautiful daughter is younger and prettier!
I would love to see Matt get his butt beat by the Marine who does the property management stuff. Still, I find it funny when undermines the so-called young girl. Lynda!
Well the weather is beginning to warm up again, reminding me of Tampa, Florida for this time of year. It is getting to the point where people will say, “it hasn’t snowed here for 40 years”! LOL.
In college basketball things are not so settled. With re-alignment the former Big Whatever has chosen another way to describe their conference and even more bizarre is the possibility of conferences going defunct like the old Southwest Conference. I bet Alec Trebec would have difficulty keeping up with all the changes.
What we need is a reality show. We could feature the buffoons of the NCAA trying to keep up with all the drugs, failing grades and now, athletes drinking or getting a milkshake from a booster or assistant coach. The possibilities are endless and probably as entertaining as those two guys in the Sonic commercials.
Speaking of reality shows, how about ones Doctors actually telling people about the side effects of medications. Like with those medications for sex, where they have to talk to their doctors, to see if you healthy enough to have sex. Okay they are pimping a drug to get you in the mood but the people are in two different tubs. Here is an idea, get one big tub!! Or advice like don’t stand in the rain trying to be cute. And don’t try so hard!!
Well enough of sublime silliness. I have Monte Python on speed dial and a miracle ear. You can never start too soon.