Tuesday, January 29, 2008
America's infatuation with Tom The Bomb's terrifickly-dimpled chin and Aquafresh smile is so profound that, sometimes (actually ... "all the time"), the important questions remain unasked.
Face facts, America: Roughly 92 percent of the media representatives we saw out there today would elbow their girlfriends/boyfriends in the forehead to cut to the front of the line for the once-in-a-lifetime thrill of running their tongue along that chin-crater and those Aquafresh-pearlie whites.
But, lest we get too carried away w/ the meat-market atmosphere of today's event, it's necessary not to overlook the most-important role that Tom The Bomb plays in the real world -- as part-time daddy to a bastard child born out of wedlock named Johnny Moynahan.
Little Johnny is only 5 mos. old, so he cannot fully comprehend the magnitude of this momentous occasion. In that respect, that's how Little Johnny is like most of the media personnel.
His brain is very small right now ... but, unlike a sportswriter or some TV network stiff, Johnny's mind will develop with the expansion of his cranium as he ages ... and, barring the blunt-force trauma which has impacted America's skull, Johnny's brain will never completely lose function until he's well into his 80s or 90s ...
However, today represented the perfect opportunity for someone /anyone to ask Tom Terrific the questions which will help Little Johnny establish a better understanding of his absentee father (for when Little Johnny is watching the Super Bowl XLII Media Day DVD with his step-daddy 10 or 11 years from now).
It's all about knowing what to ask, rather than regurgitating the same ol' drivel. Seriously, when Tom answered "U2" when asked his favorite band, it made ya wanna follow up with, "How PC ... how popular ... how mainstream ... " -- when everybody knows that the truth behind the answer is, "My favorite band is whichever band Movado and Stetson tell me is my favorite."
In that vein, we need to have Tom The Bomb address what REALLY matters in the real world.
Topics such as:
1) "How soon 'til Gisele has a bumper sticker on her car which reads: 'Proud Step-Mom of a Fairview Middle School Honor Roll Student'?"
2) "Will you be offended if, 10 years from now, Johnny is wearing his #9 Carson Palmer Patriots jersey to school?"
3) "When, seven years from now, Johnny eats an entire bag of Gummi bears half an hour before dinnertime, is it Bridget's job or Johnny's step-dad's job to dole out the punishment?"
4) "If, seven years from now, Johnny eats an entire bag of Gummi bears 15 minutes before dinnertime, should you expect an angry phone call from Bridget as she curses you up n' down because Johnny said, 'Gisele doesn't care if I eat Gummi bears before dinner.'?"
5) "Which was a greater thrill -- playing in three Super Bowls or performing the ceremonial coin toss at Super Bowl XL and stealing not only the thunder of not only America's Team, but also Jerome Bettis' as he returned to his hometown?"
6) "Didja know that Larry Foote is from Detroit, too?"
7) "Speaking of the Steelers, when you walked up to Anthony Smith after that first TD pass two months ago, were you being neighborly and offering some of your favorite wok recipes -- or were you, as your body language suggested, momentarily shedding your St. Thomas facade and pelting that guy with 15 or 20 F-bombs which you often preceded with the prefix 'mother-'?"
8) "What will be your reaction if, 10 years from now, instead of a #9 Carson Palmer Patriots jersey, Little Johnny chooses to wear a #10 Brady Quinn Dolphins jersey to school?"
9) "At what age is it appropriate for Little Johnny to wear a Movado wristwatch and Stetson cologne to school?"
10) "After you won your first Super Bowl, you made an important documentary which was filmed in black n' white (actually, it was part of SNL's "TV Funhouse") ... and, in it, you played a important role in educating Male Office-Worker America about the do's n' don'ts of sexual harassment in the workplace by grabbing Amy Poehler's left tittie before you stuffed Tina Fey's phone number into your white cotton briefs, which you were wearing around the office with no slacks to cover them ... the summary of the filmstrip was that, to avoid a sexaul-harrassment lawsuit, the guys needed to remember three things: 1) Be handsome 2) Be attractive 3) Don't be unattractive ... do you think that's the proper message for America's youth, particularly for a bastard child born out of wedlock?"
11) "If you were to push in front of a freight train (notice how we didn't say, 'Throw under the bus') any Bellarmine Bell who violated you during those wacky, West Catholic Athletic League days of the early-'90s, who would it be?"
12) "Are you saying that living well is the best revenge?"
13) "If you win this fourth Super Bowl ring, will you give it to your bastard son or to that bastard son's potential future step-mom?"
14) "Do you find it bizarre that less than 24 hours after you, the Patriot quarterback, showed up in New York City last Monday, Heath Ledger, the actor who starred in that movie 'The Patriot', was dead?"
15) "Was that your friendly way of saying that New York ain't big enough for TWO Patriots?"
16) "Whaddya gonna buy for Johnny's fifth birthday in 2012 ... a dirt bike or an X-Box?"
17) "Do you believe that you're the football version of 'The Jeter Effect' ... by that, we mean that guys in their 20s whose girlfriends wear Jeter #2 Yankee gear fantasize about the dreamboat, can-do-no-wrong athlete in the buff as much as their girlfriends do?"
18) "Didn't ya find the Patriots so much more lovable when the logo on the side of the helmet was that friendly Minuteman prepared to hike the football?"
19) "Why is it that in the TV ads for Gillette Fusion, the athletes chosen were Tiger, Federer and somebody named Thierry Henry? You're the most-famous footballer on the planet ... you play in GILLETTE Stadium ... and a footballer named Thierry Henry was chosen to round out the Big Three? 'Zup wiff dat?"
20) "Didja know that former Patriot QB Hugh Millen was born on Nov. 22, 1963 ... the day that JFK was assassinated? Coincidence?"
21) "What was a bigger thrill for you -- sitting in the gallery for one of President Bush's state of the union speeches, shaking hands with Pope John Paul II or performing the ceremonial coin toss for a Jerome Bettis Super Bowl?"
22) "Did it dawn on you that one half of America thought such appearances were pretentious and artificial while the other half of America smiled and sighed, 'Tom Brady is more powerful than any President since Teddy Roosevelt and more beloved than Pope Pius X'?"
23) "How would you take down al-Qaeda?"
24) "How many poopy diapers have you changed this month?"
25) "How many poopy diapers has al-Qaeda changed this month?"
26) "As a celebrity power couple, do you and Gisele outrank Joltin' Joe and Marilyn? What about Bob Waterfield and Jane Russell? What about when Jeter was with Mariah?"
27) "Do you think that Little Johnny will be happier that Tara Reid is not his step-mom or more thankful that Tara Reid is not his natural mother?"
28) "In that movie, 'I, Robot,' Will Smith was not wearing a shirt in a few scenes. Was it a bad career move by the mother of your bastard child to NOT volunteer to do some of her scenes while topless?"
29) "Is it possible that hot chicks are drawn merely to the tag 'NFL QB' rather than what you bring to the table, lookswise and personality, given that creepy-lookin' NFL QBs with marginal talent such as Jeff Garcia and Tim Hasselbeck pulled in wool comparable to Gisele when they bagged and then wed Carmela and Elisabeth?"
30) "Do you realize that if Kyle Boller played for the Patriots, he'd be The New Messiah?"
+ + + + GOOD GRAVY ... this could go on all night ... and on and on and on into the weekend ...
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Exactly ... "Touchdown Jesus Wants Dana Jacobson Fired."
For those of us Americans who don't -- but know fellow Americans who do -- have some religious affiliation to speak of, we're conflicted about what that no-talent chick from the Disneyland Sports Network said the other night at the Mike & Mike roast which triggered such dismay and outrage.
From what the intra-web sez, America is taking sides re: Jake's crime of gettin' wasted and blurting out something about how we should all "fuck Touchdown Jesus" and "fuck Notre Dame."
For those of us Americans who are open-minded enough to see both sides of every argument, the pros and cons of this matter are gnawing at our insides.
On one hand, it's not as though Drunk Chick called Jesus a homo ... or said He was a nappy-headed ho ... or accused the Prince of Peace of having a swastika tattoo.
Such epithets are taboo.
What America is learning as this controversy unfolds is that Dana Jacobson might actually be a victim (yes ... a "victim").
That's to say, a victim of bad timing and a lack of talent.
As per the "bad timing" aspect ... this controversy was upsetting to the 16.3 percent of America which was gettin' completely amped for the opening ceremonies of Winter X Games 12.
On top of that, when some of us Americans were clicking the TV-remote clicker a few moments ago, we heard Pat O'Brien of "The Insider" boldly proclaim this as "The Death of Heath Ledger: Day 3."
Day 3 of somebody's death?
Punch line: "On what day are the closing ceremonies?" (laugh track)
Notwithstanding the death of an American icon of the cinema, we're coming to realize that Dana Jacobson -- with her horse teeth and that Cleopatra hairdo -- is too simple-minded to be witty (and sober) during a celebrity roast.
Instead of gettin' all vulgar and profane (while gettin' wasted), Jake coulda kept it clean by callin' the university "Notre Dumb" and by referring to that 3-8 football team as the "Farting Irish."
As we've come to learn, the appropriate way to drop the F Bomb is to wear one of those popular t-shirts with the message "Muck Fichigan" or "Duck Fuke."
However, in Jake's case -- one of those Jewish chicks (we presume) who attended the college which some people have referred to as "the Jew-niversity of Michigan" -- we reserve the right to request she wear a wet "Muck Fichigan" t-shirt (as long as she has a bag over those horse chompers and the Cleopatra 'do).
Those who are pro-She-Jake will offer a defense that F-bombs and Jesus appearing in the same sentence isn't a major crime.
In fact, there are a lot of us Americans who are guilty of hitting a bases-loaded pop-up during a softball game (or, ummmm ... we Americans who have read about someone hitting a bases-loaded pop-up during a softball game) and, while slamming the bat to the ground, growled, "Jesus F-ing Christ!" in anger.
On top of that, how many of us Americans haven't seen/heard a chick with horse-sized chompers and a Cleopatra hairdo gettin' wasted and talkin' all sorts of smack?
Five or six of 'em lived down the hall from us in our co-ed college dorm.
Nobody's sayin' that Dana Jacobson should be gang-raped or sodomized in a back alley somewhere ("oooops! Ummmm ... "lynched in a back alley somewhere" ... ) because, once America considers the source and grasps the context of the spoken word, we can all offer a big grin.
That is, once we remember that the crazy thing about crazy chicks is that a lot of crazy things come out of their crazy mouths (i.e. emotional rhetoric, pointless rants ...) when they aren't putting crazy things into their crazy mouths (i.e. booze, smokes, genitalia ...).
Perhaps the most-ironic twist to Jacobson v. Jesus is that the Disneyland Empire TV show she co-hosts airs during the daytime hours -- a time when the Espy Network hits America mighty hard with commercials pushin' that Christian-anthem CD "Open The Eyes Of My Heart" ("and, if you order right now, you can also get 'Days of Elijah'!"). //// Meanwhile, at the same time on another network (ABC) under the Disneyland umbrella, the gals are spewin' anti-Bush rhetoric and chattin' 'bout their vuh-jay-jays (or is it "vajingoes"?).
As it stands, only 13 people in America watch Juck Facobson's revamped "Weak Piss" sh, errrrrr ... "Cold Pizza" show -- far smaller than the viewership which the Disneyland Empire gave her on the first day of 2008, allowing her and ESPN, hair-gel, no-talent Jay Crawford host the Tournament of Roses Parade on ABC (the only reason we know this is because the Outback Bowl and Cotton Bowl were kinda boring, so we took a spin around the TV-remote clicker and, it was odd that ABC had chosen Jake n' Jay -- clowns from the Disneyland Sports Sector -- rather than choosing big stars from ABC's hit shows, such as Judith Light from "Who's The Boss?" and maybe Peter Jennings from the news division).
In the aftermath of these recent developments, it's amusing to see how America has chosen up sides as to whether we would've wanted to see Jake nude on a Rose Parade float ... or if we wanted to see her run over by a Rose Parade float.
It's obvious that if Jake was a sober guy droppin' N-bombs, she'd probably get a permanent vacation from the Espy Network's studio wherein she sits next to Skip Bayless (who may or may not be a pedophile and who may or may not be a bedwetter -- we simply don't know -- but who we're sure is a full-time dickhead).
Disneyland and its World's Strongest Man honchos will, no doubt, gloss over the matter by having a casual sit-down with America and explain that A) Juck Facobson was actually remarking that we should "forget" (not fuck) the MURAL on the side of the library -- the artist rendering which has been nicknamed "Touchdown Jesus" due to its proximity to Notre Dame's football stadium -- and B) America was never supposed to see/hear Jake since the roast was scheduled for a time when America was supposed to be sucking on another re-run of poker.
It was Disneyland's hope that cameras and microphones would never capture Juck Facobson in action -- and then dispense it on the intra-web.
Alas, the shit hit the fan like the Mel Gibson arrest report and the Paris Hilton sex tape, proving once again that America oftentimes sees/hears things it's not supposed to.
Lucky for Juck Facobson, America has no jurisdiction to "fire" her -- because, if we did that, Americans would have to fire all of its rap stars and its stand-up comedians for naughty language, not to mention issuing pink slips for all of the members of the clergy who drop trow and engage in bad touching with minors.
America is a wonderful, caring land of forgiveness, thank fucking God ...
The words "fuck" and "Jesus" in the same sentence ... why, they're as natural as together as "step-dad" and "13-year-old step-daughter" in the same bed together.
While many of us can't condone the aformentioned pairings, Disneyland sez, "Hey, shit happens ... whaddyagonna do, y'know?".
The reality is that Disneyland shouldn't fire Juck Facobson because of recent controversial remarks.
In truth, she should be fired because she's not very talented and she about as appealing to look at as Tony Kornhusker's comb-over, scraggly facial growth and super-crooked teeth.
For some of us, the only way that justice will be served is if Disneyland, rather than fire her, forced Jake to sit in a room for a week and watch some footage of fun-filled beheadings of women in other countries whose crimes are far less-serious than saying, "Fuck Allah."
Y'see, certain countries which aren't as enlightened as Disneyland Nation are infamous for decapitating women for failure to veil their buck teeth and their Cleopatra 'doo.
Another option might be to have Juck Facobson watch that "60 Minutes" episode from a few weeks ago wherein Anderson Cooper (on a netwoork which isn't Disneyland) reported on the documentation of females (ranging in age from 6 to 75) in Africa's Republic of the Congo who are routinely raped and/or sodomized for no reason at all.
Instead of hosting "Cold Pizza" or getting a guest spot on the "Fuck Jesus Celebrity Showcase," those females will oftentimes have a hand or arm macheteed off after they've been violated.
Sadly, none of this will hit home for Juck Facobson because, godfuckingdammit, she lives in a nation where freedom of speech is a right ... and, gee whiz, that's a tough break for those girls and women who paid the ultimate price in the truest definition of the word "fuck."
Dana will back at work (if ya wanna call that "a job") soon enough, keeping America abreast (he just typed "a breast," hee hee) of all the non-stories related to Super Bowl Week.
The Americans who didn't tune her out long ago will do so now -- but one person who will watch with rapt attention is someone we call "The Next Atta."
He's taking notes and drawing up a game plan for when he'll take his hijacked jumbo jet full of Jew-loving Americans, as he sees it, and crash it into whichever landmark he pleases.
When (not "if") The Next Atta so desires, he can make the ultimate expression of "Fuck Touchdown Jesus" by "connecting" with 85,000 Americans during a home game at Notre Dame Stadium.
And, there goes the mural!
Well, even if this remains a nation divided about Jesus, Disneyland and no-talent chicks, there's one thing we can all agree on.
U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
And, when that happens, the subsequent whoopin' is usually fierce and painful.
It all began a few hours before tonight's tussle in the Superdome when one of those recently-aired "This Is SportsCenter" promos hit the airwaves.
In this one, Richard Simmons was leading the inner-office aerobics and Brutus Buckeye collapsed from exhaustion during the workout.
Then, only minutes before kickoff, Tom Rinaldi (we think it was) offered a pointless anecdote about Ohio State opting to wear the crimson jerseys tonight.
Somebody else echoed the "crimson" sentiment -- but, by then, it was too late.
Brutus Buckeye was still lying on the office floor ... unable to get to a text message to America that Ohio State's official version of red is actually SCARLET, not crimson.
Once the school colors get mixed up, the dominoes will fall -- just like Brutus.
So, under the same roof whereupon the LSU Tigers won a national championship four years ago when they throttled the crimson-clad Oklahoma Sooners, they outclassed their scarlet-shirted opponent and Coach Sweatervest.
This was a semi-watchable ballgame (except for the part wherein Ali Highsmith frickin' decapitated Todd Boeckman in much the same manner in which, six days earlier, the Georgia Bulldogs -- in the same building, no less -- continually body-slammed Hawaii QB Colt Brennan amid our chuckles of watching Colt's skull gettin' righteously bounced on the Superdome turf >>>> "Hey, right tackle ... stop practicing your Haka Dance and try using yer dance-step moves to put yer 380-lb. frame in the way of that dude with the 'G' on his red helmet who is sprinting past you! ... Never mind! ... Too late!").
There's not much to talk about from that game which ended approx. 45 minutes ago -- that is, unless somebody wants to make mention Warning Sign #3 which Ohio State ignored.
That one states: In the past 20 years, only two QBs who wore #17 have won a national championship -- and both of them were black QBs (Charlie Ward, Florida State, 1993 ... Tee Martin, Tennessee, 1997).
Boeckman is not black -- he's a white boy QB wearin' #17 -- and, so far, the college football gods haven't allowed white-boy #17s into the Kingdom to join the bounty of the harvest.
So, yeah ... just as we wrote last year when Heisman Trophy-winner Troy Smith (wearin' Art Schilchter's #10) wasn't nearly good enough to beat Florida, Sgt. Sweatervest needs to find either A) The next molecular-genetics-major QB (a la Craig Krenzel) or B) Somebody like that cardboard-cutout Keanu Reeves, who was ex-Ohio State QB Johnny Utah in "Point Break" and who was ex-Ohio State QB Shane Falco in "The Replacements" (Cornelius Greene and Joe Germaine -- a coupla clutch Buckeye QBs who wore #7 -- scoff at Hollywoodland for portraying Reeves as a throws-like-a-girl ... a left-handed girl ... Buckeye QB >>>>> although Herb Kirkstreit and Steve Bellisari ask, "What's the big deal?" since neither of them had the arm-strength of either Utah or Falco ... )
Back on the white-boy scene, here's a big "hats off" to LSU TE Richard Dickson catching two TD passes ... thus, becoming the first white-boy TE to catch two TDs in a national championship game IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE.
Funny thing is, on that first TD, America likely received a 45-minute diatribe from FOX analyst Charles Davis before the GameDay dorks took their 30-minute whack at breaking down the play, but, here's the juice America:
That's called "a pop pass" ... teams were runnin' that in the '70s and '80s, particularly San Jose State QB Steve Clarkson to TE Tracy Franz back in the day (and it is simply adorable how TV-talkin' doofuses spend a lot of time analyzing and re-analyzing formations and tendencies and formation-related tendencies and blah blah blah ... it's a TD borne out of street ball ... four guys split to the right, OSU can't figure out who's guardin' who ... Flynn told Dickson he'd hit him at the fire hydrant or by the Davidson's Country Squier station wagon ... bingo! ... NOT a big mystery ... )
Since Fowler, Corso and Herb Kirkstreit only know three facets of college football -- A) Team speed B) The life story of every college head coach and C) Team speed -- America never learned what happened to LSU safety Craig Steltz after he suffered that stinger in the second quarter and had to leave the ballgame.
It's not as though the kid was named to most All-America teams.
In the ESPN warp, it's "hey, let's talk about the brilliant head coach and how that genius will utilize his team's speed to offset his opponent's team speed."
Again ... ESPN needs a Post-It note stuck on the GameDay fridge:
"College football is played by college football players."
The Winter X Games Network gives us more insight into the 4 DAYS of athletes in the Winter X Games than it does for 4 MONTHS of college football.
(By the way, in case anyone sez, "Lou Holtz has forgotten more about college football than you'll ever know" the most-sufficient comeback is, "His forgetfulness definitely shows.")
Gotta love that lisping, mushmouthed waste of space, waste of time ...
Well, now that LSU coach Less Smiles is fashioning a big, wide grin -- while Sgt. Sweatervest re-imagines what to do with those 50-day layoffs before the biggest game of the season -- America can now return to what really matters.
Such as non-stop Roger Clemens updates for the next 48 weeks.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Satisfied: Khori Ivy.
Displeased: Corey Ivy.
And who is the "anti-prophet"?
Geritol Corso, of course ... that is, after he unabasahedly proclaimed that OU would win by three touchdowns, a testament to the fact that he not only believed that the Mountaineers were pussies, but that they were inbred, bed-wetting, NAMBLA-literature-reading pussies.
That was the implication. anyway.
It's true ... we don't actually have to phone up the satisfied Khori Ivy or the displeased Corey Ivy to gauge their levels of satisfaction and/or displeasure because most of us coll. FB diehards ("which doesn't include you, coll. FB anti-Christ, Herb Kirkstreit!") remember when KHORI IVY was a senior WR on WVU's '00 Music City Bowl champions -- only a few years after COREY IVY (the current Baltimore Raven CB) was spendin' his senior season on the Sooners' '98 team (a squad which sucked pretty bad, ultimately leading to the firing of John Blake and the hiring of a Florida Gator assistant named Bob Stoops).
Indeed ... rare is the night when America can delight in a football classic between Khori Ivy's alma mater and Corey Ivy's alma mater (although some of us knew that it was merely a matter of time for the football gods to deliver a WVU-OU showdown as compensation for what happened exactly 10 years ago when we were denied Tar Heel center Jeff Saturday squaring off against Farting Irish linebacker Jimmy Friday ... "Holy smokes! Saturday just knocked Friday into next week! Saturday just beat the crap outta Friday!").
It's just a hunch (and we're too tired to look it up right now), but the Mortty Ivy who was wearin' #42 and startin' at LB for the 'Neers tonight is probably related to Khori Ivy (little bro? nephew? cousin?).
However, the '97 Sooners of exactly 10 years had TWO guys named "Corey Ivy" standing on their sideline ... the previously-mentioned Corey Terrell Ivy and a "Corey L. Ivy" (and we're pretty sure that Corey T. Ivy and Corey L. Ivy were, at the very least, NOT brothers because no parent -- other than George Foreman and his six or seven sons named "George" and Mrs. Laettner and her sons Christian and Christopher -- would ever name one son Corey T. and the other son Corey L., right?).
Nobody knows what happened to Corey L. Ivy during this difficult time of strife between Khori Ivy's team and Corey T. Ivy's team.
All we can go by is what we see on the field -- and while we mentioned that Corey Ivy's last game at OU was the Sooners' final game before Stoops took over, it is fascinating that Khory Ivy's final game at WVU was the final one, too, for legendary coach Don Nehlen (a victory over Ole Miss in which Khori had a pair of TD receptions as the 'Neers built a 49-9 lead over Ole Miss before sophomore QB Elisha Manning pulled the Rebs to within 49-38 ... which is amusing in the sense that, in the previous season, Elisha was a freshman on the Ole Miss team which rallied for an Independence Bowl win over the Sooners and rookie head coach Stoops in THE FINAL FOOTBALL GAME OF THE 20th CENTURY ... Les Binkley's field goal winning it for the Rebs approx. 20 minutes into the new millennium ... if you stayed up for that one -- as some of us diehards not named Herb Kirkstreit did -- it was very memorable) ...
For those of us who care about the pecking order of the coll. FB universe, the dawn of the 21st Century in Morgantown, WV served as a farewell to Don Nehlen and the hunt for a coach who could take the 'Neers to "the next level" as "that kid" Stoops had done in Norman, OK (Bobby guided the Sooners to the national championship a week after Nehlen's farewell game).
Right about now, though, Corey Ivy and Corey Ivy might be wondering how the guy got the name "Big Game Bob" instead of "Broken Heart Bobby."
That hit list includes:
** The K-State Massacre in '03 followed by the LSU heartbreak in the Sugar Bowl ...
** The 55-19 mess against 'SC to end the '04 season (which woulda been 77-19 if the Trojans hadn't mailed in the final 20 minutes) ...
** The 0-12 season of '05 ...
** The hook n' lateral on 4th down ...
** The halfback-option, TD pass on 4th down ...
** The walk-off, Statue of Liberty magic ...
(Go ahead and toss in that game from six or seven weeks ago when the Sooner D got brutalized during the first half of that prime-time beatdown in Lubbock) ...
So sad to see Ryan Reynolds (the Sooner LB Ryan Reynolds, not the actor Ryan Reynolds who was everybody's favorite Ryan Reynolds in "Smokin' Aces") so egregiously befouling the cream-n'-crimson #8 jersey which Nate Hybl (the golf-star transfer from Georgia) wore with such dignity and decorum while winning MVP honors in the 2003 Rose Bowl Game Presented By Citi.
Number 8 ... that's the number that Khori Ivy wore for the Mountaineers when he was carving out a college career that was slightly more-recognition-worthy than what Corey Ivy and Corey Ivy achieved at OU.
Number 8 ... that jersey number is now worn by WVU DB Quinton Andrews, the player who came up with that drive-killing INT tonight against the rookie Sam Bradford.
Quinton Andrews, however, is not to be confused with OU's "Q-factor" -- considering that we saw Quentin Chaney have a breakout game with a few clutch receptions ... which happened before the FOX Sports cameras showed America a glimpse of Sooner Quinton Carter nibbling his nails as he stood on the sideline.
What stuck in the craw of those on the Schooner was that Carter was seen wearing #20, which, when ya get right down to it, seems like a bit of sacrilege, given that #20 is what Billy Sims wore with such distinction and honor while winning the Heisman in '78 ... the same #20 which Rocky Calmus wore so proudly while winning the Butkus Award in '01.
Look ... it's not Quinton Carter's fault that he'll never be our fave #20.
Or that he'll always rank behind Quintin Griffin (OU's Cotton Bowl MVP six seasons ago) and Quentin Chaney as the Sooners who can get away with wearing a "Q" pendant on a 24K gold chain.
Notwithstanding that unavoidable sidebar, what we know about Bob Stoops is this:
He's a master re-builder.
Each year, the Sooners win 10 or 11 games -- and then Bob consults with the FEMA handbook after his bowl-game opponent huffs and puffs and blows his house down.
Nobody can say that they anticipated what unfolded tonight for Stoops' Troops against the school which many of us have playfully referred to as "Worst Virginia" ... or "West Vagina" ... or "the Meltdowneers."
Seriously, there's no a soul amongst us who did not chuckle when, during the WVU-Rutgers game on ESPN last season, we saw that fan in the stands with the sweatshirt with the big, block letters:
WEST FUCKING VIRGINIA.
It was America's intent to giggle as WVU returned to the Land of the Laughingstock after the 13-9 loss at home to Pitt which prompted Coach Fraudriguez to bolt for Michigan.
The last straw for the 'Neers had to be what happened on New Year's morning when Corso ate that entire tube of Fixodent and informed this nation that Oklahoma would win by three touchdowns.
Because, as he implied (and we inferred), Worst Vagina is a bunch of pussies.
So, rather than donning their banana-yellow pants and banana-yellow shirts (which is what they wore vs. Pitt), the WVU players opted for blue pants and white jerseys as the appropriate apparel for openin' up a can of whoop-ass on OU.
Tomorrow, none of us with no affiliation to Morgantown will remember the name of that crusty curmudgeon coach named "Bill" who was acting as interim head honcho.
Meanwhile, Herbie, Corso and America's third-favorite, all-time host of "Scholastic Sports America" (behind Sharlene Hawkes and Dan Debenham) will try to convince you that it was WVU's team speed, team speed, team, team speed, team speed and team speed -- in addition to OU's inability to counter WVU's team speed -- which was the difference in the game (alas ... "team speed, in this context, might be a cop-out of a euphemism for failure to identify the team which was either smarter or more-competent).
Case in point: WVU had all of this team speed against Pitt, however ... we all saw how that turned out.
Does Herbie expect team-speed-focused America to believe that a team-speed-deficient 5-7 Pitt team, for one night, possessed enough team speed to take down the team-speed-oriented team whose primary strength is team speed?
Well, here's the dee-lee-ohh:
When everybody's favorite mohawk-wearin' psycho, Owen Schmitt, was busting loose for 50 yards for the game's first TD, it wasn't entirely a team-speed issue.
Similarly, when Schmitt later sprinted into the pass pattern and safety D.J. Wolfe took the bait and went four steps toward the line of scrimmage instead of "staying home," uh-oh, Spaghetti-o's ...
Pat White had one of the easiest TD throws of his life.
For all we know, D.J. Wolfe was hustling over to ask Schmitt for tips re; hair care (if you saw Owen earlier this season, you remember him with the messy mohawk and the beard when he was walking along his sideline, smashing his forehead with his own helmet ... and if you saw Wolfe seated on the OU bench earlier this season, you remember all of those goofy-ass symbols he'd etched into his scalp ...).
Apparently, Schmitt remarked that tonight's mohawk -- neat n' tidy by mohawk standards (no beard, either) -- was tightened up with a "business cut."
Not to burst the bubble of Herbie and the Old Fart, but, maybe -- just maybe -- sometimes the game isn't about team, speed, team speed, team speed, team speed, team speed, team, speed and team speed.
Sometimes, it's about tightening up the business cut and gettin' down to bidniss.
And playing assignment football.
On every play ...
(Another hot tip for the laziest dicks -- Herbie and Corso -- on your TV screen: Sometimes, it's not about the college football coach and his college-football coaching coaching-ness, but -- get this -- it's about the players. This may provide inner-conflict for Herbie, who is in the middle of another love poem to Pete Carroll ... as soon as he seals with a kiss his poem to Rich Rodriguez ... )
Another dose of reality is this: Lovable though he may be, Schmitty will probably never surpass in popularity the 280-lb. FB legend who was Khori Ivy's teammate ... the one and only Wes Ours!
He was one of us.
He was one of ours ...
OK, OU ... granted, Bob & His Visor probably could've used Reggie Smith and Lendy Holmes in the secondary tonight, although, in fairness to scrubs Darien Williams and Dominque Franks, it might not've mattered.
After all, Marcus Walker had air-tight coverage on Tito Gonzales -- only Pat White made the best throw of his career ... and the result was one of the 'Neers' lengthy TDs.
Again ... two players makin' a play.
Quality throw ... solid catch ...
"At the end of the day," the final score tonight was a mild surprise, albeit not a total shock to those of us who actually watched the first half of OU's 17-7 win at Iowa State (it was on another network, Herbstreit ... when you were jetting across this nation and downloading porn on your laptop instead of rehearsing new material rather than the tired, ol' cliches of "they need to run to set up the play-action pass" and "if they have success with a vertical passing game, that'll set up the ground game" ...).
The Sooners's halftime deficit at Ames was 7-0 during an exhibition in which the massive left side of the OU line -- Phil Loadholt and Duke Robinson -- couldn't seem to get their 350-lb. frames outta the quicksand which seemed to be following only them.
What a "Soooooner Snooooozer."
Generally, the rule of thumb is that teams which are capable of falling behind, 7-0, to signficantly inferior opponents (or blowing a 24-7 third-quarter lead in Boulder) possess certain characteristics which allow such developments to occur.
In other words, they didn't blow a 24-7 lead to a mediocre Colorado team "by accident."
OU accomplished that task by yielding to mediocrity.
In such instances, it might be that the players are sleepy ... or disinterested ... or maybe they wanna go grab some snacks at the Exxon Tiger Mart and watch some TV or play some X-Box.
While Stoops wowed us by turning around the 0-12 team of '05, he took a(nother) hit tonight -- but maybe all he needs is Corso to deliver one of those "Oklahoma is a bunch of pussies" punchlines.
TWICE tonight OU received 30 yards worth of penalties on a single snap of the football (late hit + unsportsmanlike conduct on one play in the second quarter ... later: P.I. + personal foul) ... and, on top of that, WVU didn't have pre-season Heisman contender Steve Slaton for more than a token first-quarter appearance.
For a team which beat Misouri twice this year, OU didn't show a helluva lot tonight.
Sam Bradford and his 36 freshman TD passes kept battlin', but to no avail.
It's still hard to believe that LB Curtis Lofton was the Big XII Defensive Player of the Year.
Must be all that team speed which everyone talks about.
Some of us, though, will use all of the team speed which God gave us, and sprint to the backyard in order to burn this #20 Kejuan Jones SOONERS jersey in the trash-can fire.
The scene is different in Morgantown.
They're tossin' another sofa cushion onto the bonfire.
The shot at the national championship went into the crapper with the loss to Pitt, but the opportunity to gulp some moonshine and to sing silly songs about Corso pantsless in the barn ... as the couchfire's flames grow higher and higher, yeah ... it's a great way to ring in '08.
Back in Norman, they're gettin' ready for a HUGE b-ball season from Longar Longar -- which'll, no doubt, lead to another prompt exit from the Big Dance (which'll have the folks 'round town wonderin' how soon it is 'til Stoops has the boys out for spring ball in anticipation of a 10-2 season gettin' urinated on by another coll. FB upstart).
Next season, it's Florida Atlantic's turn to tip over the Sooner Schooner.
That'll leave Corey Ivy displeased ...
And Corey Ivy dismayed ...
The happy ending?
Corey Ivy's problems are not Khori Ivy's problems ...