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11 January 2010
What a weekend. Three things happened on Saturday, in this order:
1. The Bengals pooped the bed against the Jets, continuing a 20 year tradition of crushing my spirit.
2. My old man called me for the 15th straight rendition of his "I don't think I'm going to renew my Bengals tickets" speech. This speech has become as much a tradition as the Bengals futility. At this point it wouldn't feel like the off-season without it
3. I started hearing this song in my head, on a loop:
Far be it for me to attempt to make any actual football analysis--I mean I'm no Dennis Miller--but it didn't take a genius to see this one coming. A combination of injuries, tragedies and an offense that hadn't really shown up for most of the season led to the giant steamer you saw out there on Saturday. Honestly, I'm too tired of thinking about it to give any more energy. I do know I'm about to stop following Ochocinco on twitter. Perhaps some more practice and less youstream next season, Ocho. I'm also considering spinning off a new blog titled "Overthrown by Carson Palmer." There will be no shortage of material.
Other things that happened between Friday and Monday:
- Purdue lost to Wisconsin up in Madison, making everything I said in my first post look completely idiotic. Thanks guys.
- Tennessee beat Kansas, ensuring that Grubby spent most of his Sunday night collecting traffic cones for home decoration.
- Landon Donovan had a kick ass debut for Everton (that's soccer, kiddos), was probably their best player, notched an assist and helped them to a 2-2 draw with Arsenal. These are all good things.
