12.18.2006

Monday Things I Know (And Why I'm Wrong)

I know... I can't seem to get terribly excited about this UK win over the 'Ville. It was an ugly game for the most part and one where the two Wildcat stars were freshman enigma Meeks and gangly seven-foot enigma Obrzut. The man known affectionately as "Woo" by the fanbase has proven that, although welcomed, this is a fluke of a game. Plus, it was painful to watch. After Randolph Morris got in foul trouble almost immediately the game ground to a halt and was about as exciting as my grandpa telling me a story about "back in the day." James Naismith could have stopped the game to get the ball out of a peach basket and I wouldn't have noticed. I mean it was slllloooowwww... okay I think I've made my point.

I'm wrong because... hell, any win over Louisville is great, especially now that they've got their chests puffed out over their football team. Plus, as the guys at KSR point out they won by 12 with the leading scorer (and only consistent big man) scoring only two points. One can only imagine what Pitino is thinking today. I think you could see his shoulders droop even under his Armani suit's shoulderpads.

I know... Purdue really had a chance to win against Butler, but just didn't seem to have that extra intangible to get them over the top. Gordon Watt has the size and nasty attitude to really be a good player, but David Teague is worthless. I also know that Butler doesn't have the horses at the end of the season but should make a nice tournament run for two reasons: they are the best free-throw shooting team in the nation and this kid Graves is a serious player. He's one of those pure shooters who doesn't miss an open three and makes you hate him as an opponent because some scrawny white kid is dropping 25 and 10 on you.

I'm wrong because... quite honestly, Purdue never had a chance to take control of the game. It took some nice runs to get back in the game and by that time they were out of gas. Plus, Carl Landry was in foul trouble. Hard to mount a comeback with your best player riding the pine. However, I'm still optimistic about this season. Fun team of underdogs to watch. Even Teague is fun when he gets hot and starts beating his chest all Tarzan-y.

I know... that Trout is writing a post declaring that the Colts will win just to get under my skin. Well it worked. Happy? It's a big game where the Bengals have a chance to solidify their place in the Wild Card race. If this game is half as fun to watch as last year's shootout it will be the most entertaining game of the MNF season of snoozefests, and we all win (as long as the Bengals win too).


I'm wrong because... Trout does occasionally have a thought that is not formed solely for the purpose of contradicting me, he just keeps those to himself. Well check out this post homie, because I'm beating you to the punch. Go back to working on your thesis "101 Reasons Gage is a Moron".

I know... what it takes for me to have a MNF gathering tonight: booze and food. The quantities of each depend on your friends. With my friends, we're generally talking booze: lots, food: fuck yeah. Oh and the bigscreen HDTV doesn't hurt either (six years of debt, totally worth it until I saw John Madden in HD, yikes). Getting all liquored up and then not having to find a ride home, also nice.

I'm wrong because... it's becoming increasingly evident that my friends are becoming old men. Sure, we've got a few who work odd hours and can drink all night on a Monday, but most of us have these "real jobs" which tend to completely stifle weeknight drinking (practically a crime) and make people go to bed early. You know what though, I'm coming to work tomorrow hungover just out of principle. That's how much I care.

3 comments:

Notorious B.O.B. said...

That is the gayest picture ever. Those aren't even Bengal tigers, they're White tigers. You know who had white tigers, Zigfried and Roy...and apparently now Carson Palmer. Hopefully one doesn't rip out his jugular. We'll leave that to Kimo von Oelhoffen.

Planet Killer said...

I get the feeling Rick Pitino could give a crap anymore about basketball. It seems like he's lost that all-consuming rage to beat the hell out of people. I picture him know showing up late to practice now because he's spending so much time with his horsies.

I think Pitino is one of those guys who really want to be a pro coach, but he now realizes he sucks balls as an NBA coach, so he takes a college job in Kentucky, that while prestigious and with pressure doesn't have the all-consuming pressure of UK.

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