Archive for December, 2010

Through Rain or Snow, the Winter Classic will Go On. Hopefully.

So far, so icy.

The Washington Post today had possibly the most amusing opening paragraph for a hockey article ever:

“With the NHL’s Winter Classic just a day away and weather forecasts continuing to predict rain on Jan. 1 along the banks of the three rivers here, league officials contend that there is no reason to believe the outdoor showcase between the Washington Capitals and Pittsburgh Penguins won’t be played as scheduled at Heinz Field. “

With game day in Pittsburgh expected to bring temperatures in the mid-50s F. and rain anywhere from zero inches to enough to render the ice too dangerous to skate, it may as well have been written like this:

“The NHL states that on the day they plan to play a hockey game in an outdoor football field It’s going to be pissing rain and as warm as May and the hockey rink will be a pond but they are covering their ears to all weather forecasts and going LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU LA LA LA”.

You can’t blame them, I suppose.

The Winter Classic has become a surprising cash cow for the NHL. From their first year, when they didn’t know if they could even sell any tickets to the game (they did – 70,000 some-odd tickets sold in minutes) the Classic scores the biggest rankings of any NHL televised regular season event all year long.  In fact, ratings for previous Winter Classics were the highest of any regular season event in 12 years. The hype is massive (for the NHL). This year, playing up on the Crosby vs Ovechkin rivalry combined with the collective hangovers of most of North America on New Years Day, it’s expected to be the biggest event yet.  It even spawned an HBO reality TV series, with a bunch of cameras following the Penguins and the Capitals around in areas where they wouldn’t normally allow cameras, giving the players more varied chances to deliver their same stale canned quotes about how they “obviously need to score more goals and obviously just need to work hard out there and take the puck to the net, obviously.”

They even booked entertainment. A random 10-year-old and Steven Page will be singing the national anthems. (Steven Page. You know, that guy who got fired from the Barenaked Ladies.)  Other bands are playing too, nobody you’ve heard of, though.

A lot of planning. A lot of expectations. And a lot of hopes of finally figuring out a way to expand in the US market.

So, on with the game, NHL. It wouldn’t be the first time these guys have played on a watery pond. Course, they shut down Maple Leaf Gardens a while back, so.  But just in case? On the NHL website for the game, the Ticket Refund policy is prominently displayed. You know. Just in case.

Draft Day Suit will be ably represented at the Winter Classic by Sarah and Laurie (in Caps gear) and Kim, (who will hold it down for her hometown Pens.) Follow us on Twitter @draftdaysuit for game day updates, which may or may not be sent from underneath a tarp.

The Kansas City Chiefs Win The AFC West

Yes, I know I am about five days late on this. But I am the only writer on the Draft Day Suit staff that gives a shit about Kansas City sports, so you will listen when I have the microphone dammit!

Ahem.

Anyway, thanks to my fine friends in Cincinnati (specifically Carson Palmer for ripping San Diego’s defense a new asshole), my beloved Chiefs have locked down the AFC West division title. And man, does it feel good! Not only have we made the playoffs for the first time since the 2006 season, but we actually get to host a playoff game at the new Arrowhead Stadium. Double bonus!

When this season began, I wouldn’t have even dreamed that we would be playoff bound let alone division champs. Hell, I was shooting for an 8-8 record and just a bit of progress in the playoff direction. To say I am surprised and thrilled would be an understatement. But with all this excitement comes a tad bit of worry. And what worries me the most? Indianapolis is still in the playoff picture.

If you aren’t familiar with Chiefs’ most recent playoff history, lemme pull you up to speed. Three of the last four playoff games the Chiefs found themselves in just happened to be against the Indianapolis Colts. How many of the three did the Chiefs win, you ask? ZERO. It’s basically the same old story each time. The Chiefs show up, Peyton Manning confuses them with shiny things, and we lose. Period. Point. Blank.

So, with the Colts needing a win this weekend, all I can do is one thing and one thing only. Well, actually two things. First? Drink beer. That always helps any situation. Second? Cheer on the Tennessee Titans, of course. So, here’s to you, Tennessee. Please, please do me a solid and kick some Colt ass this weekend. The entire Kansas City area will forever be your friend.

Stanford Women Beat UConn, Hell Briefly Freezes Over

I admit it, when UConn set the NCAA record for games won with an 89th straight win over Florida State last week, I wondered if they’d ever lose.

But then again, I’m prone to extreme, magical thinking. I wondered if Geno Auriemma could just keep stacking his roster with awesome, unstoppable players who could beat anyone on any NCAA women’s team. I wondered why any superstar high school basketball player would consider another school. Also I wondered if there was a conspiracy, but that’s another story.

None of that was true. After winning their 90th straight game at Pacific last week, the Huskies lost to the Stanford Cardinal tonight, and not by a basket or a few. The last team to beat them — in the playoffs on April 6, 2008 — did it again, 71-59, in their 52nd straight home win.

“I’m just happy for our team,” said Stanford coach Tara VanDerveer. “The streak is something that they did. We’re about Stanford and what we want to do.”

Stanford is a big team and UConn star Maya Moore was held pointless until almost 17 minutes into the game. Stanford senior guard Jeanette Pohlen scored a career-high 31 points, while Moore eked out 15. The Huskies never led, which is amazing, really, considering that, well, they’ve won 90 games, which assumes they’ve lead at least once in all of them, if I understand numbers correctly.

Auriemma took a lot of heat between wins 88 and 89 for calling out the media and fans for underestimating women’s basketball.

“Because we’re breaking a men’s record, we’ve got a lot of people paying attention,” Auriemma said. “If we were breaking a women’s record, everybody would go, ‘Aren’t those girls nice, let’s give them two paragraphs in USA Today, you know, give them one line on the bottom of ESPN and then let’s send them back where they belong, in the kitchen.’”

Stanford coach Tara VanDerveer

Tonight he seemed shocked by the loss, which I guess is pretty normal if you haven’t lost at something for two-and-a-half years and then all of a sudden you do. I guess you’d feel like you pretty much had the winning thing down by then.

“At some point reality had to set in, and today reality set in. I’m not destroyed about it…Winning that many games in a row, it’s unheard of. I thought we let it get away from us. I think the atmosphere and what was going on and when Maya couldn’t get going early. I think it affected the rest of our guys. We just didn’t play like ourselves. Give credit to Stanford. I think they played an unbelievably good game.”

Yes, they did. Congratulations to Stanford for a big win, and to UConn for a record-setting streak that had to end — as they do — sometime.

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Go Ducks Just Doesn’t Sound Very Cool

When N.W.A. wore Raiders gear it seemed pretty awesome.

This is pretty cool too.

 

I like it when musicians support their teams – not including that freakshow Vikings nonsense that Prince did last year.

That was unforgivable and the Minnesota franchise was punished thusly for it this season.

You know what else is wiener? The Miami Dolphins song.

Dammit! Now I’ll have that in my head all day and it wasn’t even what I wanted to talk about.

No. I want to discuss musicians supporting their college teams in song.

This Alabama one isn’t bad.

Of course “Roll Tide” sounds way cooler than “Go Ducks”.

First C3 raps, then he sings, then, well, it is all down hill after the rapping.

No sir, I don’t like it. This is football, not prom. Stop singing.

I’m all for supporting your college team, but I think in order to do it right we should all take a lesson from Ice Cube and make it cool and mean. If it sounds like you want to hold my purse it probably won’t inspire anyone to run 95 yards through a group of very strong young men who want to knock them down.

Now, what rhymes with Golden Knights?

MayoPie Wins Fantasy Championship: Vikings Beat Eagles, Too

What a night! It was a back and forth battle, but in the end, MayoPie prevailed over the dreaded Jon’s Team. Mike Vick’s 10 yard touchdown run sealed the victory for the resilient Mayopie (who finished the season 10-1 to claim the elusive… e-mail from that one guy who said, “Good game”).

I should probably also mention that there was an actual football game on with some real implications, first and foremost being Philadelphia’s playoff standing. They’re now the 3rd seed and that’s a done deal, so let’s talk about Joe Webb, Mike Vick then we’ll do a happy ending on Brett Favre’s penis.

Joe Webb is the only thing this offense ever needed, which is a fairly mobile quarterback who could get out of trouble and make the occasional important throw. Other than that, dish the ball to some freakish stars like Harvin, Peterson and Rice and watch the magic happen. There’s no mystery here and this is exactly what Childress envisioned when he got all starry eyed about Tarvaris Jackson. As it turns out, Webb is faster than Jackson, more accurate and has a better pocket awareness. All this from a guy who had played a few snaps before last night.

What I saw in the Vikes was a playoff team that no one would want to meet, and had the trigger been pulled sooner, the Minnesota Vikings might now be a scary prospect. What I also saw last night is that Mike Vick isn’t going to last long in the NFL. Teams are learning that when it comes to Vick, you pick your poison and the better poison seems to be, “Send the house every time and take your chances.”

We’ve now seen two teams in consecutive weeks contain Mike Vick for seven of eight quarters, and they’ve done it by blitzing like crazy. Forget the hits he takes while he’s running, last night it was about the hits he was taking in the pocket. More interestingly, no one on Philadelphia seemed to care.

Mike Vick is the most dangerous man in the NFL, as such, it stands to reason that his NFL lifespan won’t be that of a Manning, Brady, or any pure pocket passer. In fact, Michael Vick might be the only quarterback, is the only quarterback, who has to deal with being blitzed on almost every single play. And if you haven’t noticed, he’s not 6’5″, 250 lbs, nor is he 25 years old. If we continue to see what we saw last night, Vick will not last long in the NFL.

Now to Brett’s penis.  It was probably pretty upset when it watched a rookie managing the Vikings offense better than Favre had managed it all year, knowing that another penis was now going to be getting all of the attention. Probably a much larger penis, and believe me, no penis likes being replaced by a younger, larger penis. As far as being a penis, it’s pretty much the worst thing that can happen to you, aside from being removed and thrown from a car window.

Brett’s penis knows that things aren’t going to be as easy from here on out, and he’s coming to the realization that his host body is going to have to work a little harder to find him a new playground. He might now be reduced to looking for love in all the wrong places, relying on ladies of the night and being forced to wear that damn latex suit he hates so much, because it’s just the policy for those kind of places.  After all, it’s tough when you all of the sudden become a poster boy for creepy, and that’s what he has become: another cheap, naked penis floating around on the internet tubes.

Brett’s penis fondly recalls the days when the mere image of himself would drive the cheerleaders wild, luring them in gaggles to his hotel room door, but he now finds himself contemplating his own mortality… strung out on little blue pills, internet porn and Swedish massagers with promises of “three more inches.” Three more inches. If only it were that simple. I think it says it all about life, don’t you?

The NFL will be announcing Brett Favre’s punishment in the next 48 hours and I, for one, am dripping with anticipation on the mighty NFL’s eleventh hour, meaningless gesture designed to do no actual damage, but perhaps limit further liability or litigation. Brett might lose a whole paycheck. He might get suspended for a game he would have watched from the sidelines, and maybe a couple more he wouldn’t have played, anyway. He might get an ugly fine and now that he will never play again, a stern condemnation from the NFL. Too little, too late, in my opinion. The NFL has lost its ability to punish Brett Favre, but it will be an entertaining show.

Brett Favre’s real punishment was brought on by Brett Favre.  His storied career has gone down in flames, his legacy tarnished forever, and because of  his actions, what we will remember most about Brett is that he stayed one year too long, is a creepily persistent stalker, and his wiener seems kind of small for how big a man he is.

If you think about it, that’s a pretty crappy tombstone.

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