Category Archives: Sports

Schadenfreude

Yay.

Yes, I’ll admit it. I am happy because the St*****s didn’t make the playoffs. It’s like Dallas being sick of hearing about the “1996 curse” — I am sick of hearing about Pittsburgh winning. It’s time to let someone else. I wish it were the Browns and not the Ravens & Bengals, but…at least it’s not Them.

It’s all good, however. I’m sure the Pittsburgh players and coaches are great guys, and let’s face it, everyone wants to win. But it’s the Browns’ turn to do well. At least in my lifetime.

It snowed overnight. Very pretty outside. But no delay. Methinks my superintendent is having a bit of schadenfreude this day.

:-)

About last night

As I said over a year ago, which was the last time the Browns really did anything impressive: that was worth staying up for.

Big Ben got his chimes rung eight times by the Cleveland defense. That can’t have felt good on a night when the wind chills were way below zero.

Ouch

Oh no ya don't

And stay there!

Josh Cribbs finally got his win, and he wasn’t ashamed to say how much he relished it:

They’re going to hear that bus’s engine all the way back. That’s a lonely ride. I’ve ridden that ride for five years now. It’s time for them to hear that engine all the way home while they look at the stat sheet.”

I was like, “Oh yeah, I hear ya” until I read his next quote, referring to Cleveland’s many Pittsburgh fans:

I hope people go to work and kick those Steelers fans.”

Hmm. Not so good. Comments like that tend to draw the accidental elbow to the head, spear to the ribs, or the slightly over-enthusiastic body slam on a tackle next time.

No matter. I’ll take this win because it’s about time they beat Pittsburgh — even a Pittsburgh going through an extraordinarily (and uncharacteristically) rough season.

Yay for da good guys. OK, now I want to go back to bed.

Blarg.

Photo credit: clevelandbrowns.com

I must admit…

…I get a tiny little evil thrill when this happens. Not a big one, mind (I am ever watchful for Kaptain Karma’s Army), but it makes me just giggle quietly in the corner for a minute.

Posted yesterday by sportswriter Tim Povtak, the article’s title was “Shaq Simply Can’t Handle Howard,” to wit:

O’Neal’s belief — and insistence — that he won’t need any double-team help to manage [Dwight] Howard around the basket when his Cavs play the [Orlando] Magic on national television Wednesday, is a fantasy.”

Love it.

Of course, as we all know now, Shaquille O’Neal “handled” Howard pretty well last night — or at least well enough to get the guy in foul trouble in the first couple of minutes. But, oh yeah:

At age 23, Howard could play a double-header on the same day and still have more spring in his step and agility on the court than Shaq today. That’s not to minimize the great career of O’Neal, but it’s a fact of life.”

Right. Forgot about that.

The truth is — and I can’t believe it escaped Mr. Povtak so cleanly — that anything can happen in sports. Yes, basketball is a “young man’s game,” as he wrote. But sports journalism needs to be a smart man’s game. Apparently he missed the memo that said, “If you don’t want to look like an idiot tomorrow, don’t go all Joe Namath today.” Turns out, after reading the comments (some of which are quite amusing), the guy used to be a beat writer for the Magic. Well now…who knew?

I look at this as a life lesson about the dangers of chicken counting. Or maybe it’s that I’ve been a Cleveland sports fan for so long, I know better than to predict anything remotely resembling a walk-off win (or any kind of win, for that matter).

Speaking of the Cavs…my v-jazz ensemble is singing the national anthem at their game against the Suns on Wednesday, 2 December. I predict we will………have fun.

:-)

FO

RNF, Football Edition

Random Neuron Firings

My high school football team needs a win this Friday. A shot of morale always does a body good. The coach is a stand-up guy, and the kids work hard. Go Trojans!

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Eric Mangini is still monkeying around and not announcing his choice for quarterback for the opening game, much to the distraction of the players, and the eternal annoyance of the fans.

Ya know…I wonder. I read somewhere that his indecision makes it appear as if he doesn’t like either guy, which can’t do a whole lot for morale in the locker room or on the field or in the front office. What’s the holdup? Why can’t you pick one? Everyone with a brain knows Quinn has less streakiness and more athleticism; pick him, fuh cripesake. Quit foolin around. Everyone thinks you’re a chump who actually believes he’s fooling the Vikings.

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I hate the St****rs. I mean, I really do. I hate Ben Roehtheeslehbklejhgwlehtkbeener, and I don’t even know him. He could be the Lord come to town on a pony and I wouldn’t care. As long as he wears the absolute undisputed butt-ugliest uniform ever foisted upon a team in the history of pro sports, I hate him.

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Speaking of ugly uniforms — Oregon wins the Olympic gold medal.

Ooo, those duck feathers are scaaaaaaaary...Well, we had this extra fabric lying around, and...

Sorry guys, but the UniRoyal tire-tread look doesn't exactly scream "champion."

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Peyton Manning is a really good actor. Seriously.

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Peyton Manning’s brother is a really rich man. Seriously.

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PS – The Slap Chop really works. Seriously.

PPS – HAPPY BIRTHDAY (a day late) to RtB fiends Bando and Stein! I remember my twenties. Um, wait…no I don’t. (Love to you both!)

FO

Photo credits: Getty Images; Sports Illustrated

How I Spent My Saturday III

Until yesterday, I had never been inside a semi truck. You know, the kind with the 7-foot cab ceiling and the little walkspace and the bed in the back, and a refrigerator and TV & stuff.

Well, #1 Son had to get his truck ready to go. He leaves tonight for his first-ever solo haul, and Mama Fink is proud. He needed some prep work done on what will be his full-time office and part-time home from here on out, so he and I — along with Jake — went to the truck yard to get it all ready to fly.

Here is the beast

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That is one excited 2-year-old

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The bottom of those help-you-up bars were way above my head

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Jake, making sure everything works

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Bedroom reading light, check

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Our little hard worker - gone in sixty seconds

Then, there was some school work done. Then, this. You don’t say. :-)

Today, I’m having coffee with a friend from high school. Brad (the guy on the left) was my lab partner in chemistry class, and we were in other school functions together. He is now a managing director for the company named in the photo.

It’ll be great to catch up. And since he’s on my Facebook friend list, I can leave the 10-lb. Jake/Justin photo album at home. Always a good thing.

Happy Sunday, fiends. Your Fink hearts you.