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Tuesday, July 28th, 2009 | Author: Mimglow

Ottawa Sports Guy will return in early August, batteries recharged and ready to commentate (oh yeah, new word!) on all things sports.

See you then!

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The Rosin Bag: Quiet All the Doubters

Sunday, October 22nd, 2006 | Author: Mimglow

You know, I’m pretty sick of hearing about how bad the National League is when compared with the American League. Although I don’t care much for the St. Louis Cardinals, and although the Tigers are a better feel-good story, I hope the Cardinals prove all the doubters wrong and win the World Series – emphatically at that.

I’ve only recently noticed how polarized people are when it comes to the two baseball leagues – seems like you’re either an Amercian League or National League Guy. It’s like everything else these days; either you’re a Democrat or a Republican, a Harper supporter or a Leftist Commie. No chance for anyone out there to be balanced – you don’t want to be caught believing in a strong defence but not support the war in Afghanistan, because you’ll be painted as a hawkish dove!!

Anyway, that’s way off topic. What I mean to say is, why does everyone think it’s going to be such a cakewalk for the Tigers? Neate Sager over at Out of Left Field made the case this week that you don’t have to win 100 games to win the World Series. Why can’t the Cards be this year’s ’87 Twins?

Perhaps I’ve simply got a chronic need to support the underdog, but this week’s National League bashing got a little out of hand in my view.

Note from Sunday morning: Oh look, it’s already swung all the way to the other extreme:

This is big and bold and blunt, but so was what happened Saturday night at Comerica Park. There it was, so here it is: Detroit cannot beat this St. Louis team.

Where’s the credibility?

The Pimple: Stop Me Now

Saturday, October 21st, 2006 | Author: Mimglow

I’m talking myself into believing the Dolphins are going to beat the Packers tomorrow. I’m even thinking of laying money down and giving the Packer 5.5. It’s time for a reader intervention, and fast. This is a cry for help.

Alright well since you asked, here’s what I’m thinking:

  • the Packers are scrambling to find receivers. Since Koren Robinson got suspended last week, the Packers have been desperately searching for someone to replace him. After having no success on the free agent market (was Jerry Rice busy?), they promoted some dude off their practice roster.
  • Ahman Green is still hurt and may not play, while the old standby is a guy even the Houston Texans were eager to offload.
  • There’s only so much you can do with Bubba Franks.
  • “The Joey”, as my buddy and sometimes Lions fan Serge the Psycho calls him, has been pretty decent for Miami in his two starts.
  • As hard as I’ve been on my team, they’ve run into some bad luck this season. They’re probably better than their 1-5 record indicates (see, this is where the “talking myself into it” part factors in).

The Pimple, Week 6

Tuesday, October 17th, 2006 | Author: Mimglow

Yes, I went to bed. After having resisted the urge to turn to my XBox 360 at halftime (20-0 Cardinals), and finally giving in to the Sandman after Rex Grossman’s 4th pick late in the 4th quarter (23-10 Cardinals), I went to bed. I wake up this morning and go about my usual routine, turning on my XM radio as I leave my apartment and head to the bus stop. I tune in to XM Sports Nation 143, and hear this:

“Did you go to bed last night? Did you figure the Bears were done? That the undefeated season was toast? If you did, let me be the one to set you straight: Without scoring one offensive touchdown, the Bears rallied from 20-0 down at halftime to beat the hapless Arizona Cardinals 24-23.”

And my jaw dropped.

For 3 and a half quarters, the Bears looked nowhere near able to win this game. Matt Leinart was handling himself like the winner he is, and Rex Grossman looked like Neil O’Donnell. Just brutal. Turns out they should have just trotted the defence out on the field every time they had the ball. The Bears became the first team in the 80+ year history of the NFL to come back from a 20 point deficit without scoring an offensive touchdown. That will teach me to stay up and watch the damn game!

A few things from the game did stand out for me. First and foremost, the game story was Matt Leinart. While he needs to work at being effective for four quarters, he is showing every sign of a wonderful career in the NFL. In fact, I can’t recall a QB getting off to such a great start. I’m too young to remember Marino’s first games, and Peyton Manning was shackled by a terrible team. The closest comparison I can think of without digging into stats and such is Tom Brady. There is a poise there that only the best possess, and Leinart definitely has it. I’m looking forward to watching this story progress. Now if only the Cards had a running game…

I love having players miked during sporting events, even if in most cases we never get any kind of insight. It’s usually a collection of whoops and grunts, and some “Way to go guys, keep it up, this is our house” stuff. On top of that I’m always a little skeptical regarding the earnestness of such an exercise, since the player knows he’s miked up, we’re hearing is what he wants us to hear. What I really yearn for is a time in the future where there is a special “R” rated channel for certain sporting events, where microphones pick the real banter between players, coaches, referees and hecklers – quality family viewing that would be. Anyway, all this to say that I saw and heard something last night that made me re-think the low amount of respect I have for Kurt Warner. My former disdain for Kurt stemmed in large part from his crazy “Cruella De Vil” wife, and his attributing all his success to his Faith. I can’t stand athletes who Jesus this and Jesus that.

Last night though, I saw Kurt Warner through the prism of ESPN’s “Miked Up”. What I saw was a benched Kurt Warner revelling in every Matt Leinart success, a benched Kurt Warner who was doing everything possible to help Matt Leinart be the best he could be. He seemed almost intoxicated by the moment, as if he was reliving his own early successes. When I contrast that to a certain #4 in Green Bay who flat-out refused to take Aaron Rodgers under his wing and show him the ropes, it gives pause for reflection. My view of Favre was dented by that petulant move just as much as I admired Warner for being so self-effacing.

For most of the second quarter last night, we had a 4-man booth. Charles Barkley was this week’s celebrity guest on MNF, and he was the best so far. I love Chuck even though I can’t stand basketball. However, is a 4-man booth really necessary? Bruce Mr. Turk disagrees vehemently with me on this, but I don’t even like the 3-man booth. In fact, my favourite commentary is for soccer when there is only one man in the booth. Television never adapted when sports went from radio to TV. In radio, the play-by-play man had to describe everything that was happening, for obvious reasons. In radio, dead air is poison. In television, do we really need to fill up every moment with someone yacking? Does the play-by-play man really need to be telling me what I can see for myself? Just shut up already: when you have something insightful to say, then be my guest. And here I go with my desire for that “R” rated channel with only the sounds of the game to keep enlightened.

One positive improvement on the broadcasting side that I’ve noticed the past couple of weeks: it seems the networks have figured out how to use make-up in the HD era. Either they’ve figured it out or they’ve decided that because of the picture quality they don’t need any makeup. I wish someone knew the answer to this. It was quite evident last night that Tirico, Theismann and Kornheiser had little or no makeup. Hurray for that. And is it just me or does TSN’s Jennifer Hedger look better in HD? Too bad HD doesn’t fix her voice.

One of the greatest things, no, THE greatest thing happening in sports right now is the Saints in New Orleans. What we are witnessing is sports at its best. From Drew Brees‘ decision to sign with the team, to opening night at the Superdome, to the last-minute FG in what will go down as the game of the year this past week: this is why we watch. Peter King describes the scenes in New Orleans much better than I ever could.

Depending on your point of view, there were some other feel-good stories in the NFL this weekend. People are rejoicing in Tennessee, Tampa and Detroit as their teams are now on a level playing field with Miami (sometimes you have to look REAL hard for the silver lining). For me, it means I lose in Dr Z. survivor pool, where you had to pick the last team to either be undefeated or winless (I had chosen the Titans). The Raiders, Colts and Bears are the only remaining options, and I won’t embarrass myself by selecting one. Let’s just leave it at that. Along the same lines, I’m hesitating to get on the Saints bandwagon, for fear of jinxing them – I’ll just admire from a safe distance.

As undeserving of praise as Steve McNair was going into last weekend’s game, it’s not fair to pine for Kyle Boller following his exit due to injury. Boller had three seasons in which to stake his claim to the starting job in Raven-land, and he failed to do it. This whole situation speaks to sports fans’ fickle attention-span, misplaced loyalties and failed collective memories. It’s not just sports fans, either. Change for change’s sake appears to be this generation’s opium, as can be witnessed by the eagerness to go with the backup in every aspect of our society; from the Liberal leadership race to the Senators’ goaltending situation to “new and improved” products, people always seem to be in a hurry to try the alternative. How else do you explain the current party in power in Ottawa? Get better, Steve McNair, and let’s keep the clipboard firmly in Kyle Boller’s hands.

From one current QB controversy to one from the past: Isn’t it nice to see both Drew Brees and Phillip Rivers excel? Here are two guys that handled their head-to-head battle in stride, with class, and both are reaping the rewards. On the flip side of that, it wounds my soul when T.O. has success such as he did Sunday. Watching him celebrate, arms outstretched and looking to the heavens, as if he is some sort of apparition, some sort of saviour, turns my stomach.

Things to look for this week:

  • Rae Carruth signing with the Bengals, to “Get His” against the Panthers
  • Chuckie eating some bird
  • LJ vs. LDT
  • The former Cleveland Browns defence vs. the current Cleveland Browns offence
  • Leinart continuing his ascent to superstardom in the Black Hole (of Raider Wins)
  • Clinton Portis

Enjoy!

Soccer Pimp: Bout of Concussion???

Tuesday, October 17th, 2006 | Author: Mimglow

I read this gem tonight on the Soccernet front page:


“Carlo Cudicini has targeted a return to action against Portsmouth in the Premiership on Saturday. The Chelsea keeper is recovering well from the bout of concussion he suffered in the closing stages of the 1-0 win over Reading on Saturday. Cudicini had replaced Petr Cech in the opening minute after he had suffered a head injury.”

A bout of concussion? They make it sound like he had the flu! I guess the Brits haven’t progressed as well as we have concerning the severity of head injuries.

Heatley: “Hey coach, why is Alfie insisting he’s from Iqualuit?”

Coach Murray: “Oh, don’t worry Dany, he’s just fighting a bout of concussion. He’ll be good to go in no time. Right Alfie?”

Alfie: “I like butterflies.”

The Pimple, Week 5

Sunday, October 15th, 2006 | Author: Mimglow

This will be a quick zip through my sporting thoughts of the week, considering I haven’t found the time to find a dark corner and write.

Baseball Playoffs:


- Is it normal for me to dislike an athlete as much as I dislike Alex Rodriguez? Is there something wrong with me for wishing him such distress? I may need to seek help, because when I emerged from the woods on Monday and discovered that the Yankees had been bounced by the Tigers, and that A-Rod had been relegated to 8th in the batting order due to his playoff ineptitude, I felt a surge of unbridled joy that is unnatural. Anyone know a shrink I can speak to?

- It seemed as though everyone just rolled over their opponents in the Division Series. The only result I lamented was the Dodgers losing to the Mets.

- Anyone catch that one game in Minnesota where both teams were wearing their 3rd jerseys? For anyone who isn’t yet aware, I’m something of a traditionalist when it comes to sports uniforms. I thought having both teams wear their 3rd jerseys looked
awful. Something was definitely “off”, especially considering Oakland and Minnesota have some of the nicer jerseys out there. Forest green with grey bottoms, coupled with navy blue and white bottoms – yikes. Contrast those unis to the ones worn by the Tigers and Yankees on Saturday, and you’ll know exactly where I’m coming from.

- In a way, I’m sad the Yankees kept the faith with Joe Torre. In which way is that? It would have made George Steinbrenner and the Evil Empire even more loathable. By keeping Torre, the man who has led his team to the playoffs for the past 10 seasons, George seems almost (egads!) sane.

- Some of those Tigers throw hard. 103 mph? Goodness. Even if the gun is generous by a few mph, that’s still insanity.

NHL:

- Can’t say I’m surprised at the Sens slow start, but it’s the fashion in which they are doing it that disheartens. There seems to be zero emotion out on the ice (except for flashes during last night’s game in Montréal).

- Martin Havlat and Marian Hossa have 11 goals between them. Dany Heatley and Jason Spezza have two. Yes, it’s a cheap shot. No, I will not relent.

- Am I the only one who gets a really good feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I see Guy Carbonneau behind the Habs bench? It just LOOKS right.

- 3 natural hat-tricks in one night. That’s the great thing about sports – you never know when you’ll see something that’s never been done.

NFL:

- Here’s the problem when I don’t blog regularly: people beat me to the punch. A few weeks ago, I scribbled down “everybody so eager to annoint McNair King of Baltimore…not so fast”. What does McNair do next? Two weeks of near futility, and now everyone is on the “bash McNair” bandwagon. That’ll teach me to be consistent.

- I was pondering the continued mediocrity of the Houston Texans, and couldn’t help comparing them to the Senators early years. The Senators had 4 terrible seasons to begin their franchise history, while finding a glimmer of hope in season 5 (31 wins, made playoffs). The Texans have had a similarly time in their first 4 seasons. Although I don’t see them matching Ottawa’s 5th season playoffs appearence, I do see that glimmer of hope for them. The major factor in the Sens turnaround was bringing in a competent Head Coach for the first time, Jacques Martin. This mirrors the Texans acquisition of Gary Kubiak to replace Dom Capers. We’ve immediately witnessed a turnaround if not in their record, then in the play of perennial underachiever David Carr. I predict this season to be a springboard for the Texans which will lead them to be the dominant team in Texas in the next few years.

– Speaking of Texas football, how ’bout dem Cowboys!? You know, the T.O. Fiasco is exactly what any team deserves for signing him. It is only made sweeter by the fact that it’s happening to Jerry Jones and his ego. The sports landscape is filled with these characters who have been so successful in every endeavour that they believe they can do anything, including bringing miscreants to heel. We are witnessing the third and probably final installment of the T.O. Homewreckin’ Show. Savour it while you can.

- Admittedly, A-Rod and T.O. are not the same type of characters. Strangely, though, their failures bring about the same type of joy within me. Again, I need to see someone about this.

- With Paul Maguire’s departure from the NFL commentator’s booth, we have a new King of “I’m gonna tell you what…” His name: Steve Tasker. He is virtually unable to begin a sentence without telling me he’s gonna tell me what. Steve, it’s not a real sentence, and although I don’t expect Nobel Laureates to analyze football games for me, I do expect a certain command of the English language. “I’m gonna tell you what…” grates on me like no other verbal crutch.

- Bruce Mr. Turk brought up an interesting point while watching one of the games a few weeks ago. The colour commentator (I forget which one) kept telling us something to the effect that “teams who come into this stadium will try and simulate crowd noise in practice all week”. Bruce Mr. Turk’s response? “We know already! Jeez, can’t they talk to us like we’ve watched a few NFL games in our lifetime?”. Bruce Mr. Turk was, as usual, bang on with is observation. I’m sick of being spoken to as if I was the lowest common denominator, as if I was flipping over to football during a commercial break for Desperate Housewives. These guys are supposed to be NFL experts, yet they talk to us like we’re either 12 years old or have never watched a game before.

- My Dolphins have replaced Daunte with some guy who used to play for the Detroit Lions. He must have been good, because the Lions are 0-5 without him.

Soccer:

- I am slowly getting very excited with the addition of Toronto FC to Major League Soccer. They have now signed their first player in franchise history, Canadian National Team member and Toronto native
Jim Brennan. The National Soccer Stadium (recently renamed BMO Field) is quickly making its imprint on the Toronto cityscape, and the rumour out there is that by 2010 we might have 3 MLS teams in Canada (Montreal and Vancouver are apparently working overtime to get this done). Could we be on the verge of a new soccer revival in Canada? One can only hope.

- Manchester United are atop the league in England, against all odds considering what Chelsea FC is paying in player salary. What’s wrong with the “Special One”? Also, Everton are looking good so far this season. I might have to get up next Saturday and watch some matches!

- Beckham to MLS? This is a constant wive’s tale that surfaces every once in a while concerning Mr. Posh. Grant Wahl, however, makes a logical case that the timing is perfect for Beckham to make the jump right now. I’m on the fence concerning the arrival of Beckham to North America. On the one hand it would be great PR for the league. On the other hand, the league has been steadily growing at an organic rate since its inception. Introducing this foreign species to the MLS ecosystem might signal its extinction, à la NASL.

The Joshua Tree

Sunday, October 15th, 2006 | Author: Mimglow

Way back on my old blog, I offered a review of one of the best music albums ever made, U2′s “The Joshua Tree”. Since I haven’t blogged all week, I thought I’d post it here. New posts coming soon!

 

Has there ever been a better three song combo to kick off an album? Led Zeppelin IV certainly rivals The Joshua Tree in such a venture and I’m sure one of the band’s advocates could make a strong case, but I’ll stick to my guns and nominate U2’s Grammy-winning offering.

The Joshua Tree is held in the highest esteem by most U2 fans and for me only Achtung Baby reaches loftier heights. I was 10 years old when U2 released The Joshua Tree, and it remains an integral part of my childhood. U2 were cool even though they weren’t trying to be. In fact, take a look at the videos from the album’s singles and try to picture them in the same vein as Bon Jovi, Motley Crue and Poison at the height of their hair band successes – the barometer of what was “cool” at the time. It’s practically impossible to do, because U2 always marched to the beat of Larry Mullen’s drum. In fact, the videos would probably fit in to the current video landscape without raising an eyebrow.

The album pierced through all the make up and hair of the 80’s to become one of the best-selling albums of the decade. Song-by-song I will take you into The Joshua Tree, beginning of course with the three aforementioned gems, timeless pieces that will be remembered fondly even after U2 decide they’re through with conquering the musical spectrum.

Where the Streets Have No Name

It comes at you as if you’ve awakened at dawn, rays of sunshine racing towards you across the horizon, a fresh slate empowering you to tackle the day however you see fit. These are the images ingrained into my head when I hear the dreamy opening to Where the Streets Have No Name (and this before a single guitar chord is struck).

When The Edge gradually strolls in with that unforgettable delay riff, your spirits are lifted and your batteries are immediately recharged. Many interpretations can be spun from the song’s lyrics, but for me it’s always been a song of hope and a prayer to what can be. At the same time it is also an invitation to your closest love, an invitation to follow you wherever you are going, no matter what:

Where the Streets Have No Name

We’re still building then burning down love

And when I go there, I go there with you…

Some say Bono meant the title as a metaphor for Heaven, but for me it’s an allusion to a destination that hasn’t been plotted.

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For

A gospel song that took the world by storm upon its release, the subtleness of the ballad was key to its success. Had Bono decided to sing “I’ve yet to find God, but I’ll keep looking”, it wouldn’t have gone over so well. Making it accessible to the masses and allowing it to be interpreted by each individual: therein lies its appeal.

I remember thinking how freakishly long Bono’s finger looked in the video, when he shakes it at the camera. The Las Vegas setting is a reminder that although they may have struck it rich, that’s not what they’re after.

With or Without You

U2 don’t really write love songs. They choose to be honest about the difficulties of love, relaying their experience and digging deep into the issues facing couples. When they do write a song that glorifies love, they seem to always add a caveat. In the case of With or Without You, the message is: “If I’ve won your love, there’s nothing left worth winning. If I lose you, I’ve lost everything.” When Bono utters “With or without you I can’t live”, he’s alluding to that very conundrum where you’ve met someone that should you win, or lose, there is no reason to go on because he/she is everything. Love song indeed.

Someone may correct me on this, but I believe the Edge’s use of a magnet over his guitar – which produces the wail you hear in this song – was a pioneering move. It was certainly the first time I heard it. That wail is such a mood-setter. Along with Adam Clayton’s fantastic baseline and Larry Mullen’s deceptively difficult drum beat, the song arduously plows through the conflicted thoughts of a man enslaved by his feelings for his lover.

A true-to-life characterization of the problems of blissful love – exactly the kind of insight into the human condition we expect from the biggest band in the world.

Bullet the Blue Sky

This song, recorded almost 20 years ago, has continued to feature in U2’s live show even though it was never released as a single. Its staying power can be credited to the song’s powerful anti-American foreign policy message, which keeps gaining relevance with every illegal American incursion and Empire-building move.

The song is rife with military and religious imagery – from Jacob’s story of redemption to the aching description of bombs striking fear into innocent women and children – this song brings us the story of the victims, the aggressor and their relative detachment from one another.

Again, subtlety is the lyrical key. For example, take this quote from the song’s spoken-word verse:

This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he’s peeling off those dollar bills
Slappin’ ‘em down
One hundred, two hundred

The message? Money is to be made from the deaths of civilians, and Capitalists are bound to line up. American society is detached from the horrors of its foreign policy, absolving itself of blame and convincing itself that people will run into its arms, as the final verse portrays:

Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
pounding on the women and children
who run…
Into the arms…of America

Perhaps that’s what Bono was alluding to when he brought up Jacob’s story of Redemption (Genesis 31:11). Jacob has performed sinful deeds, but he is made Prince of Israel by God. Jacob wrestled the Angel and the Angel was overcome.

Musically, I am drawn to Adam’s two-note bass line. This is most likely the simplest bass performance of any U2 song, but its simplicity mirrors the plodding determination of the people in these victimized countries to resist being overcome – militarily, if Larry’s drumbeat is any indication.

Running to Stand Still

Dublin’s teenage population was ravaged in the early 1980’s by rampant heroin addiction. Seeing first-hand what the drug was doing to the city’s youth, Bono was moved to write a few songs of hope dedicated to this tragedy. Bad from The Unforgettable Fire is the first one, and Running to Stand Still is the second.

An understated song, it is the beautiful story of a young girl looking to break free from this terrible addiction. She realizes that her generation is being eaten alive by this plague, and vows to cleanse herself:

And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was
Lying still
Said I gotta do something
About where we’re going

The album version, although powerful in itself, does not do justice to the live performance of the song. Do yourself a favor and find a version of U2’s rendition of this song in Sydney during the Zoo TV tour. I get chills just thinking about it.

Red Hill Mining Town

Thacherism spread like a plague across the British landscape during the 80’s. There wasn’t a worker’s union or a third world country that couldn’t be brought to its knees in the Iron Maiden’s view. Red Hill Mining Town is a capsule of the despair Thatcher brought to small industrial towns during her reign.

The nationwide strikes tore families and communities apart. Men were forced to make a moral stand at the expense of their families having bread on the table. It lead to many people to cross picket lines and be labeled scabs and traitors.

A very painful period in modern British times, this song is a testament to the hardships regular blue-collar people suffered through in order to fight the government’s corporate pandering.

In God’s Country

“Desert sky, dream beneath the desert sky”

This song is plastered with vivid imagery contrasting Ireland with America. The New World has sung like a siren to the people Ireland for hundreds of years, and this song chronicles the inherent desire to move towards the greener grass. But as experience can attest, the grass is rarely if ever greener, thus:

Sad eyes, crooked crosses
In God’s country

Trip Through Your Wires

To me, this is the weakest song of the album…which is saying something. A bluesy offering about surrendering yourself to your woman in order for her to lick your wounds. I could be wrong, mind you, since I haven’t spent much time analyzing this one. It has never captured my imagination.

One Tree Hill

This dreamy little tune is loaded with meaning for the band. On the one hand it speaks of corrupt government in Chile, and on the other it is dedicated to a friend to the band who was murdered by a drunk driver. Towards the end of the song, you can feel Bono’s emotion spilling over and coloring the song with heartfelt wails. The Edge’s uses an interesting effect on his guitar, making it sound sandpaperish…

Exit

I really love this song. It is dark and brooding, and rightfully so since Bono inhabits the twisted mind of a serial killer for its duration. I’m a sucker for songs with slow buildups culminating in powerful crescendos, and Exit delivers with aplomb. I especially like when Edge’s guitar erupts into a solo, Larry’s cymbals thundering in the background. Best listened to with the lights out, when dark thoughts haunt you.

Mothers of the Disappeared

Chile under Augusto Pinochet was an evil place. People were kidnapped and killed for voicing their displeasure at the dictators authoritarian regime. This song is a tribute to the mothers of these political victims. A hauntingly beautiful song to finish one of the best albums of all time…

Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

In the wind, we hear their laughter
In the rain, we see their tears
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

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The Pimple, Week 4

Friday, October 06th, 2006 | Author: Mimglow

The Pimple will be a little shorter this week since I’ve misplaced my notes on what I wanted to talk about. I’ll make up for it with an expanded edition next week.

This has been the best start to a football season I can remember, and it’s all because of our new routine. Every Sunday morning, Bruce Mr. Turk drives over from his condo, Sports Chickie and I pile into his car, and we head off to breakfast at The Thirsty Toad. After a hearty breakfast, we head back to my place and watch ESPN Gameday, followed by a day of football. We usually settle on one main match we want to watch (usually Dolphins or Niners), and flip over to secondary games during commercials. It usually turns into a day of bad food (Sports Chickie spoils us with her baking), foul language (we’re Dolphins and Niners fans) and sore bodies (my couch is comfy, but recliners would be bliss). I dare say getting into this routine has been our best idea in years.

This past Sunday, however, Sports Chickie was off doing the Run for the Cure (she met her target woohoo!), so it was just Da Boyz (minus Serge the Psycho). We settled in and watched my Dolphins get beat by Mario Williams and the Houston Texans, as well as the Niners get destroyed 41-0 at Arrowhead (somewhere, David DeRosa is dancing). At around 3:27, I turned to Bruce Mr. Turk and said: “This just in: Our teams are not very good”. And so this past Sunday marked the realization that in terms of our favourite teams, this season is a wash. Time to identify the positives, trim the fat and look to next year – and time we’ve got, 12 weeks worth. That’s good news for those of you who read this little corner of cyperspace; less Daunte Culpepper and Frank Gore, more Brian Urlacher and Ed Reed.

I’ll take up Dr. Z’s challenge this week (you’ll find in in the Raiders’ box) and attempt to pick a winner in his survivor pool. The remaining undefeated teams’ schedules look like this:

 

  • Baltimore faces Denver (2-1) at Mile-High
  • Chicago hosts the Bills (2-2)
  • Indianapolis rolls out the red carpet for Tennessee (0-4), so this one is a double-whammy for Z’s pool

The winless teams try to reverse their fortunes like so:

  • Oakland travels to San Francisco (1-3)
  • Tampa are the New Superdome’s 2nd visitors (Saints are 3-1)
  • Detroit is in Minnesota (2-2)

Of all these teams, which one will keep a “0″ in their record the longest? Undefeated teams are harder to predict, in my opinion, than winless teams. Oakland were able to put up a fight against the Browns, and I think the Browns are better than the Niners so that rules out the Silver and Black. Detroit have been close in a couple of their games against decent teams, so theyr’e out. Tampa are not as bad as their record shows. Tennessee, however, are just plain bad.

As for the undefeated teams I’m obviously leaning toward Indy, in Week 5 at least. Baltimore faces a tough test in Denver, as do the Bears facing the Bills.

Therefore, my pick for the team that will maintain a ZERO in their record the longest is Tennessee. Vince Young faces a long, hard season – he’ll be hard-pressed to find a win anywhere. What do you think? Give me your picks in the comment section and we’ll glorify the winners when the results are official.

Things to look for this week:

  • prescription bottles falling from the sky in Philadelphia
  • J.P. Losman’s happy feet
  • Vegas not taking bets on Indy-Tennessee
  • David Garrard sightings
  • Paris in the desert?
  • Field Goals in the Bay
  • Barking at Mile-High

Enjoy the games.

P.S. Congrats to Kimya and Jason, welcoming Baby Eleyna into the world this week. Yes, Jason is now the father of a baby girl. Serge the Psycho, start briefing your boys.

Frozen Vulcan: Sens Fail to Show Up

Friday, October 06th, 2006 | Author: Mimglow

Yikes, that was oogly. Last night’s 6-0 debacle to Toronto confirmed my fears of opening night: the Senators are not psyched about this season. By my count only
three players showed any kind of spark last night; Chris Neil, Patrick Eaves and Mike Fisher. The rest of the squad looked like the Men’s National soccer team playing in the 2nd half of a match at Azteca Stadium – any fan of fùtbol can tell you that’s not good.

So what’s the problem? Conditioning? 9 preseason games in eleven days? Lack of motivation after repeated regular season success followed by dismal playoff performances? Hopefully it’s not option C. Fans can afford to have a letdown after such experiences – the players are professionals and have to keep on plugging away or they’ll end up just like the Leafs and out of the playoffs.

Am I panicking? Not at all. I refuse to be swept up in the emotion of the regular season’s highs and lows anymore. Get to the playoffs, get on a roll, and show me something new (as in: get to the Stanley Cup Final). Everything else is just details.

Ok I don’t really buy into the last paragraph I wrote, because I was pretty pissed after the loss last night. But rather than dwell on it, let’s look forward to the new-look Sabres Saturday night.

Frozen Vulcan: NHL Cities – Population

Thursday, October 05th, 2006 | Author: Mimglow

A discussion with Bruce Mr. Turk over the viability of Hamilton as an NHL market made me think to come up with this little table.

1. New York Metro(3 teams): 18.7 million (6.2 million per team)
2. Chicago Metro: 9.4 million
3. Washington DC/Baltimore: 8 million
4. Boston Metro: 5.8 million
5. Dallas: 5.8 million
5. Philadelphia Metro: 5.8 million
7. Toronto Metro: 5.4 million
7. Miami Metro: 5.4 million
9. Atlanta Metro: 4.9 million
10. Detroit Metro: 4.5 million
11. Los Angeles/Anaheim (2 teams): 4.2 million (2.1 million per team)
12. Phoenix: 3.8 million
13. Montréal: 3.6 million
14. Minneapolis/Saint-Paul: 3.5 million
15. St. Louis: 2.8 million
16. Pittsburgh Metro: 2.4 million
16. Tampa Bay Area: 2.4 million
18. Denver Metro: 2.3 million
19. Vancouver Metro: 2.2 million
20. San Jose/San Francisco/Oakland: 2 million
21. Columbus Metro: 1.7 million
22. Raleigh-Durham: 1.5 million
23. Nashville: 1.4 million
24. Ottawa: 1.1 million
25. Edmonton Metro: 1 million
25. Calgary Metro: 1 million
26. Buffalo: 282,864

Possible NHL Locations (by population):

1. Seattle Metro: 3.8 million
2. Portland: 2,127,881
3. Québec: 717,600
4. Hamilton: 714,900 (although all of southern Ontario is a potential market)
5. Winnipeg: 706,900

All figures courtesy wikipedia.org

Obviously, a lot more goes into the equation for a viable hockey market than population. However, it’s interesting to note that Portland, who has been rumoured in the past to be interested in an NHL team, lords over the Canadian markets in terms of population. Nonetheless, the future home of the Pittsburgh Penguins (should they move), will have more to do with Mr. Balsillie’s personal factors than a city’s size.

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