Charlie Weis Attacks School Newspaper

Last week, Weis took to Twitter to complain about a cartoonon the cover of the Daily Kansan that depicted Willie the Wildcat reigning superior over a scared Jayhawk and a headline that read: “Road Kill Ahead.”

Here’s what Weis tweeted:

“Team slammed by our own school newspaper. Amazing! No problem with opponents paper or local media. You deserve what you get! But, not home!”

I’m torn on this one.  Hopefully by the time I finish writing this I’ll have a position.

1.  Take the high road fatty (do as I say not as I do).  A head coach of a division one football team should not be taking to the Twitter airways to talk about a school paper,  class it up Chuck.

1a – Is what he said really that bad?  He’s got a point and all he is wondering is where is the support?

2.  The guys a jerk, he has no personality and has a track record of being mean to the press.

2a.  If your gonna dish out lowly school newspaper, you should be able to take it.

Ok now looking at the “facts” Im making a ruling here:  Charlie Weis you should be ashamed of yourself.  This is not how a leader of a big time college football program  should act, attacking a college kid for reporting the news.  Your team stinks, you’re 1-4, you got smoked by Willie the Wildcat AND you have Oklahoma State coming to town, The kid wasn’t that far off with the cartoon.  Sentence – Stay off twitter you big jerk.

Miggy

USADA report “proves” Lance Armstrong used drugs

Everyone knows my take on this.  Let em all dope I say.  We pay Billions of dollars each year to watch, root far, support our favorite athletes, why not let them juice their tits off or dope their blood up to make them insanely strong and fast?  I can picture it now, 600 ft home runs, sub 4 second 40’s, front flip follow up dunks, 450 yard drives, boxers actually getting their heads knocked off, OK that one might be a little far, but you get my point.  If I were president the first thing I would do is open up all steroid use to professional athletes.  Probably why I’m not president, but shoot…

NEW YORK (Reuters) – Lance Armstrong and his team ran the most sophisticated doping programme in sport according to the United States Anti-Doping Agency (USDA) which released its report on the case against the US Postal cycling team on Wednesday.

USADA said it was sending the report, which was more than 1,000 pages long and contained the sworn testimony of 26 people, including 15 riders, to the International Cycling Union (UCI), the World Anti-Doping Agency (WADA) and the World Triathlon Corporation (WTC), before making it available on its website.

“The evidence shows beyond any doubt that the US Postal Service Pro Cycling Team ran the most sophisticated, professionalized and successful doping program that sport has ever seen,” USADA said in a statement from chief executive Travis Tygart.

“The evidence also includes direct documentary evidence including financial payments, emails, scientific data and laboratory test results that further prove the use, possession and distribution of performance enhancing drugs by Lance Armstrong and confirm the disappointing truth about the deceptive activities of the USPS Team, a team that received tens of millions of American taxpayer dollars in funding.”

Terrell Owens To Jets: ‘I’m Available!’; Rex Won’t Rule Out Veteran

So this broke ass 40 something is still at it.  This guy has burned every bridge imaginable in the NFL and even been cut by the “Allen Wranglers” an arena football league, yet he still thinks he has a shot.  Not to mention IF he had some ability left, he drops balls like its his job, which his job is to really catch…you get it.   If the Jets entertain this even for one second (which it looks like the might) they are more of a joke than we thought.

TO Tweeted:

“Hey JETS!!! I’m available! I’m ready, willing & able!” T.O. wrote. “Call my agent @jordanwoy & let’s make it happen.” 

Let me de-code that for everyone “I spent all my money like and idiot and I need a job!”

This just shows the state of the Jets and how truly stupid Rex Ryan is.  When asked if he would be interested in bringing back veteran Plaxico Burress,  Rex  said the Jets were looking “for guys maybe a little younger and a little more speed.” Burress is 35 years old. Owens will turn 39 in December.  Yet later on when asked about the possibilities of bringing TO on Sexy Rexy responded with, “You never say never, will look at all options.” Did you even listen to what you just said moron?!

Anyway Jets stink, Rex is an idiot, and one more celebrity athlete is broke looking for a job.  So nothings really changed in the NFL today.

Wisterrrrrr

Bam Margera In Trouble After He Holds Gun to Puppies Head

Bro, you never do that to a puppy. Never.

Fox – “Jackass” star Bam Margera says he condemns animal abuse and didn’t mean any harm by a photo posted online showing him holding his pit bull puppy with a toy gun pointed to its head.

The 33-year-old Margera had posted the photo on Twitter, saying that if the dog made a mess in his bed again “Penny goes Bye Byes.”

Its funny how we can see a million pictures a day of guns pointed at people, war, violence, etc, but one idiot C lister points a gun at a puppy and the whole world is up in “arms”  Get it?

Personally, Im more shocked at the shit hole it looks like Bam lives in.

Felix Baumgartner postpones supersonic jump due to gusty winds

God I hope this gives him time to re-think this.  I promise I will not say I told you so, but I dont like this at all.  AT ALL.

Fox – Felix Baumgartner postponed his death-defying, 23-mile free fall into the southeastern New Mexico desert on Tueday due to strong winds.

He hopes to become the first skydiver to break the sound barrier.

The planned early morning launch had been delayed earlier by high winds. But shortly before 11 a.m. MDT, the 43-year-old former military parachutist from Austria entered his capsule and crews were expected to begin the hour-long process of filling the 55-story, ultra-thin and easy-to-tear helium balloon that was to take him into the stratosphere for the jump.

Those plans were in question before sunrise, when winds at 700 feet above ground — the top of the balloon — were 20 mph, far above the 3 mph maximum for a safe launch, said mission meteorologist Don Day.

‘Fear has become a friend of mine. It’s what prevents me from stepping too far over the line.’

– Felix Baumgartner

After sunrise, Day said there were indications the upper level winds might calm, so the team pushed the launch window from 10 a.m. to noon at the latest — and at the very last minute, with Felix in the capsule and dangling from a crane below his mammoth helium balloon, the jump was cancelled.

Thinking Cap 3: Boras Ruins America

As I sit here and watch the Washington National pitching staff make the Cardinals look like “Murderer’s Row,” I can’t help but become furious. My blood is literally boiling.  The simple two word reason as to what is disturbing me to this level- Stephen Strasburg. Or is it actually Scott Boras? Not that simple I guess.

Strasburg, the upstart National’s young stud, is the face of the franchise. He’s their ace. Their guy.  And yet, as the Nationals forge into their first playoff series since 1933, the right handed flame thrower might as well be hawking Cracker Jacks in the stands. (“Actually Sargey, tossing the delicious, caramel covered snack to patrons in the crowd could cause added stress to Stevie’s [that’s probably what he calls Strasburg, Stevie{wow, brackets inside parenthesis, he’s lost his mind!}] throwing arm. No can do.”- Scott Boras)

Strasburg has been shut down by the Nat’s. They claim they are looking out for his future and want to care of their power pitcher’s surgically repaired arm to the best of their ability. Bull shit! “Bullshit!” I say. This is just another example of Scott “The Snake” Boras strangling baseball to death. (Sorry, I was just watching “Anaconda,” and had to get it in somehow. Voit!)

Strasburg is an elite athlete. He has been his entire life. What do elite athletes do? They compete, god damnit! They compete at the highest possible level. Like, uhh, the MLB Playoffs? Ding ding!

But Boras won’t have it. He has to ensure that Strasburg remains healthy leading up to his next contract, which will be ginormous and might I add -NOT WITH THE NATIONALS!

National fans are pouring their heart and soul into this team. Finally they have baseball in October. For a baseball fan, October baseball is what its all about. And unlike fans of other sports, we watch a hundred and sixty two games that all lead up to this. Now they have it. And this money hungry bastard is making them go it without their man.

Would Smalls, Porter and the other boys had gone to play the little league baseball version of the Socs without Benny?

No, because Benny hadn’t met Scott Boras yet.

Get real!

Sargey

Tebow Tweets 666

Tim Tebow thought it was a good idea to tweet this….

“Looking forward to giving God all the glory in tonight’s 666th Monday Night Football game. Romans 8:37-39”

Hey Timmy why don’t you tweet the almighty and ask him for an arm and pocket awareness before you talk shit to the devil about tonights game.  Just sayin…

Wm

Thinking Cap 2: “Thanks Bud”

Ok we have all had a good few day’s and then some to digest what transpired at Turner Field on Friday night. Let’s take a look at some of the things that stood out that perhaps we would have missed if our main man Bud didn’t add the bonus baseball, extra wild card, wild one game playoff.

  • Let’s get it out of the way here. Infield fly. The rule that people love to just shrug off and label as impossible to understand. Come on people. Any half-ass sports fan understands the rule. So if you want to be a lazy, sports dolt then fine. Don’t try to comprehend the phrase
    “advance at their own risk.” But please bozos, don’t blame the rule, blame your apathy.

As far as the call the other night- they blew it. Simply. It wasn’t an “ordinary effort” and the call certainly wasn’t made “immediately.” The replacement refs strike again. Oops.

No more infield fly talk. To quote the great DMX, “I washed my hands. I’m through!”

  • The “Tomahawk Chop” is incredible. I just can’t get enough of it! It gets baseball fans into the game. INTO THE GAME! It actually creates atmosphere in a major league baseball stadium that rivals that of a big time football game. I can’t imagine being an opposing closer, with runners on in the ninth and a tie game at Turner Stadium as “The Chop” is in full effect. Baseball needs more of this. (The last few MLB games I went to I was told to sit down and pipe down. I would have loved to “Tomahawk Chop” the loser ushers in the neck.)
  • The fan throwing trash onto the field phenomena never ceases to disappoint me. Get it together people. You are adults. We all have passion for our teams. But don’t act like a three year old when things don’t go your way.  You gotta think that thousands of people woke up Saturday morning hung over and thought to themselves, “jesus, I was throwing beer bottles at 10 dollar an hour employees of Ted Turner.”
  • A nip! The umpire was hit with a nip! Yes! And it was referred to as “a small liquor bottle like the one you are served on a plane.” You can’t write this stuff!
  • Champagne is beautiful stuff. Pundits like to complain about the over celebration of baseball teams. In todays format, a successful team can experience upwards of five champagne showers in one playoff run. I say, good for them! Looks like good old-fashioned fun to me. In fact, I’m heading to the store right now to buy 5 bottles of Andre just in case something good happens today.
  • Quality umpire mocking by the Brave’s faithful. After the IFFR that was botched, any fly ball to the outfield was welcomed by an “Infield Fly” chant. Well done! (Sorry Dark Man X)
  • The Molinas. Its unprecedented. Any time the name Molina is mentioned around Major League Baseball experts get weak in the knees. How can a set of brothers be so talented and so, dare I use the cliché, classy? Whether its Benji, Yadier, Jose or Keith(haha), the Molinas know what they are doing. Mr. and Mrs. Molina, cheers to you!

The latest CAM (Class Act Move) by a Molina was Friday night when Chipper Jones stepped up to the plate for what was most likely the final at bat of his illustrious career. Yadier Molina asked for time and went to talk to his pitcher, giving the Brave’s fans time to express their appreciation for one of the greatest Braves in history- truly a great moment in baseball. Atta boy, Yadi!

  • Chipper Jones. The guy who made me beg my mom to buy me soccer socks so I could wear my baseball pants up at the knee. One of the coolest baseball players of our generation. Jones is a hall of fame switch hitter, he played 19 seasons with the same Atlanta Braves team that drafted him first overall, played a thousand playoff baseball games, caught trophy bass and always played the game the right way.

Chipper’s career came to an end Friday night- in a less than ideal manner. Jone’s had a costly error and was 1-5 at the dish, with his only hit being a symbolic broken bat single with 2 outs in the ninth. In a way, Chipper refused to go quietly into that dark night, just as he has done over the past few injury ridden seasons. (That’s right, a Dylan Thomas allusion….fine, for some of you its “Dangerous Minds”)

Chipper will be remembered for his fantastic career, his intimidating, unflappable stare and for being a true professional baseball player.  He will be remembered a Brave.

Get Bun!

Sargey

Thinking Cap 1: You Don’t Break Tradition

Tradition. Even the word can give you goose bumps. Tradition. Feel’em?

Who are we kidding here? But seriously, there are certain things in sports that you can just count on, and well, that make you feel good.:

A rookie’s first career homer goes ignored and if he has any poise he walks down the dug out steps, stone faced and high fives and pounds the air as his teammates pretend not to watch.

The Tigers of Clemson enter “Death Valley by running down “The Hill,” touching “Howard’s Rock as they pass. (Get this! The rock was presented to head coach Frank Howard in the early 1960’s. A friend brought it to him from Death Valley, CA. Howard, who must have been a real gem, used it as a doorstop in his office. A few years later, as he was cleaning out his office he found the rock and ordered a Clemson executive to get rid of it. That man was Gene Willomon and he decided to place the rock on a pedestal and mount it at the base of the famous hill. After a 40-35 victory over Virginia, Howard decided to use his former doorstop as motivation. “Give me 110% or keep your filthy hands off my rock.”)  (Wow, long side note. Back to traditions)

The Temple Owl mascot flaps his wings continuously for the entirety of every basketball game. He doesn’t stop. It’s not allowed.

The Yankees, from Mantle to Jeter, wear pin stripes.

The Crazies jump up and down and cheer on the Dukies at Cameron Indoor.

The Fighting Irish tap the “Play like a champion today!” sign on their way onto the field.

Ah, the Irish! Now we’re talking tradition. One of the most storied college football teams in our great nation.  Knute Rockne. “The Four Horsemen. Rudy Ruettiger for god’s sakes!

There’s just something about turning on CBS early on a Saturday afternoon, hearing Brent Musburgur’s voice and seeing the bright South Bend sun shine on classic striped end zones and shiny gold helmets.

Wait, what?

Yesterday Notre Dame rolled one time rival, Miami. They are in the top ten for the first time since 2002 and are doing it in classic Notre Dame style. So why on earth did they get caught up in the ridiculousness that is college football uniforms.

The Irish traded in their traditional gold helmets for some outrageous, hologram like garbage, with the large leprechaun on one side. It looked they were wearing the hottest “Upper Deck” graphic that was cool when it was on a Ken Griffey Jr.  card in 1997.

Get real Irish! Rudy didn’t tirelessly polish these seizure inducing head shells. In fact, I think that next time the Notre Dame higher ups try to pull something like this each player should walk into Chip Kelly’s office one by one and slam down their helmet on his desk, and refuse to wear it.

Oh, and screw you Oregon.

Get busy!

Sargey

Lock City: College Football Week 6 Picks

Ok so last weekend we went 5-1 in college!  Only to give it all back on Sunday. Damn you NFL!

20 – 17 – 2

Southern Cal Trojans (3-1) at Utah Utes (2-2)

The Trojans won away their away games last year by 21, 14, 25 and 3 points. The fact that Arizona blew the doors off the Utes also has me concerned for Utah.  Although a home dog here I’m laying the points as I see USC still believing they have something to prove.

Miggles Pick – USC – 13

Arkansas Razorbacks (1-4) at Auburn Tigers (1-3)

Arkansas is 0-7 against the spread in their last seven road games and 0-4 against the spread in their last four games overall.  I’m not a big trend guy, but they kind of stink and playing in Auburn I just don’t see them covering one more time.

Miggles Pick Auburn – 9.5

Virginia Tech Hokies (3-2) at North Carolina Tar Heels (3-2)

North Carolina has dominated at home and lost two very close games on the road.  I don’t see a Virginia Tech team that has not even come close to living up to the hype pulling this one out either.

Miggles Pick – UNC -1.5

Arizona Wildcats (3-2) at Stanford Cardinal (3-1)

Stanford has been touch and go this season.  Started off slow with a squeaker vs San Jose State, then crushed Duke, took down USC and got upset by Washington.  I think they rise to the occasion here to a much inferior team who couldn’t put a point up against Oregon and I honestly think Stanford has a better D than Oregon.

Miggles Pick – Stanford – 12

Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets (2-3) at Clemson Tigers (4-1)

Clemson has been high flying as of late and Georgia Tech’s defense is putrid.  This is definitely a bad match up for the Yellow Jackets and I see them getting spanked here in Death Valley.  Clemson by 3 TD’s or more and the over is the play here.

Miggles Pick – Clemson – 10 and OVER 73

Mark Cuban Drunk Dancing to Gangnam Style

Guess that sixty five year old physique of Cubans cant handle the booze like it used to.. Nothing quite says high powered billionaire like getting fucked up off bud light platinums and horse riding to Korean music with 22 year old girls..

Who else thought he was going down at the 10 second mark?

Vick Has Blown Through $30 Million Since His Release

Ever wonder how in the hell anyone of these athletes can be broke??  Many of  us go through our daily lives paying our bills, scraping to get by and somehow we manage.  Then we see these high profile athletes claiming bankruptcy and we’re like how in the hell?!?  Well Mike Vick is a prime example of how it happens.  Lets take the $30 mill he’s made and gone through since his release.

– $10.9 went to taxes

– $9.2 mil went to creditors

– $2.7 went to lawyers and accountants

– The rest is for various things, including child support and living expenses.

This leaves him about $1.5 Million to live off of until his pay day comes in next year.  ($35 mill guaranteed) Now don’t get me wrong, the guy is far from broke, especially for a guy who’s supposedly “bankrupt” …gotta love America.  So I guess what I’m trying to say here is, this is a lesson here to all the rookies on the come up.  1.  Stay out of JAIL!  2.  Wrap up.  3.  Ditch the posse.  4.  Live your life like this isnt gonna last forever (especially football players).  And finally you only need one Bentley.  Take some advice from Shaq, he didn’t spend one penny of his NBA paychecks.  Yep that’s right he banked it all and lived off his endorsements.  Now I’m sure his endorsements were pretty good compared to the rest, but at least he had a plan.  He’s done and gone from the NBA and still living very large (pun).

WM

Medinah Mudslide

How sorry do these assholes look in the picture above? Dufner looks like a 65 year old woman. I dont know whats bigger the collapse of the USA or that double chin… Hey tough loss guys better luck next time. Way to let down your entire country.. The main reason i’m so bitter is because I had to put up with that “Ole Ole Ole” chant. Fuck that euro trash victory song… Hey Europe learn from a real man, there is only one victory chant: