Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Thanks for your visits and comments. It’s really an honor that so many folks stop by here to see if I’ve managed to throw down some idle thoughts or some such. Please stop by and check out Down and Distant. If it sucks, your retinas will only be sore for a while.
We’ll be working on the graphics and format as we go, but we needed to get something up because, as you know, you can’t hold back comedy like this.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
I have just a couple of seconds to check in today. We’ve got an actual snow and ice day here in Dallas, so I am working from home. I’m actually working this time. I know, shocking. So no sportsy stuff today. I know what you are saying, 'Hey PK, when the hell do you do any sportsy stuff in the first place.' Yeah, yeah, yeah....eat it. Anyway, more later. Keep warm.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Buckeye Savant, the floor is yours….
The underrated role of the underdog
Unlike Sweet Polly (or Sweet Pauly - if you roll that way), most of us tend to disregard the advantages associated with being an underdog. Monday night's BCS National Championship Game (or, as Buckeye Nation now refers to it, "The Disaster in The Desert") was the most recent - and maybe most glaring - example of this. Although it can be argued that there were a hundred reasons the Bucks rolled over and took it like Ned Beatty, I'd like you, oh humble PK habitué, to consider the main reason for the loss was the motivation Florida took from being named a seven point (under) dog. As strange as it seems to draw so much motivation from an external source, like the dreaded media, the perceived lack of respect is a very strong incentive for 18-22 year olds. Head Gator Urban Meyer said as much in his post-game press conference when he thanked the media for making his pre-game speech easy. On the other side, Cheaty McSweatervest had no such powerful message for his boys and it showed. Florida's players hit harder, ran faster, and wanted it way more than their Ohio State
Savant: "Fourteen points? That's all we got was fourteen goddamn points?"
PK: "Hey - you can't GD in your first blog entry!"
Savant: "Suck it!"
Friday, January 12, 2007
Two of the highlights of the weekend were the Buckeye Bash Pep Rally at Chase Field on Sunday, and that other event at the Univ. of Phx Silver Spaceship on Monday. Prior to the Pep Rally there was, if you can imagine the thought, a chance to drink at a stadium-side bar. Before that though, we had to park. This is the ONLY point during the weekend we had a chance against from someone from the south. Please meet Alejandro. He was fair in his pricing and provided a tremendously sweet parking space. (and the car was still there upon departure.)
As mentioned we had an opportunity to quench our parched throats at a lovely establishment next door to the event. You couldn’t swing a dead skunk-bear without hitting 25 Buckeye revelers (literally over 1000 at this one place.) Among the Buckeyes in attendance was one Pete Johnson, the reason Archie has two Trophies and also the reason Bill Gates is considering buying Taco Bell. I don't know who the two Douchie MacDouchingtons are pictured with Pete.Inside this place at the bar a couple of dudes brought their own ash tray/spittoon/gum holder with them. I couldn’t help wondering why they were making a big deal over scUM at this particular time, but I did enjoy the spirit of the whole idea.
Reports from the Buckeye Bash were that Ohio State SHOWED UP. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 37,000 fans were in the ballpark. It was truly a beautiful site. So much so, that a traveling buddy of mine who prior to this event an impartial observer became a full on Buckeye Kool-Aid drinker after witnessing it. He even took part in the booing of Karen A-Hole Brook.Things get a little fuzzy from this point on Sunday evening. I know we went to an Indian Casino with money and left with no money. We did however make them take some of the money for Fire Water. Fire Water make Penalty Kill gamble like dumbass. Anyone else? Then later that night I found myself involved in a luggage cart race that would have made Dale Earnhardt nervous (too soon?)
Then on Monday, the only thing to talk about is that we had great parking with a ton of Ohio State tailgaters and we had decent seats. The seats we bought were supposed to be in the very last row in the corner of the end zone. Imagine our surprise when we found our seats. Great seats to see the complete dismantling of a season. 15 seconds of joy, then a lot of shit eating.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
But I do have feelings. Gut feelings. And my gut is in a freaking mess about this game in the desert on Monday. I mean I am a wreck. I don't think this is going to end well. Remember that one time when Ohio State was in the National Championship against Miami? That one time when tOSU was a prohibitive underdog? And the Buckeyes SHOCKED the world? It seems the entire world thinks the Buckeyes are in the same position as MiHammy was then. I swear on the rock hard soul of Johnny Cash that I am scared to death of the Florida Gaytors. (funny spelling, I know. I’m a comic genius)
Here are some facts. (and by facts I mean stuff I'm either making up or I think I heard one time)
They're from the freakin SEC. How's the Buckeye's bowl game record against the SEC. 3 words SHHHHIIIIIITTTTTTY!
Has any team ever won after more than 50 days off. I don't think so. Check it out stat-boy. Answer no.
Of the last 5 Heisman winners who have played for the NC, only 1 has won. Matt "knock a baby up in a hot basketball playah" Leinart
Conclusive evidence that Ohio State is going to get a damn Gator enima? Am I overly nervous and freaked out by being in another National Championship in this decade? Am I looking for something to mitigate the ridiculously over-confident Buckeye-fandom I keep hearing? YES. YES. And YES.
I'm truly freaked. Even the beautiful and talented Mrs. PK thinks the Buckeyes are going to get rolled. She goes on guts too. Damn it. Of course we both hope we are wrong.
We leave today to party in Arizona. If you are going out to the game, look for the wife and me. We'll be the ones in Scarlet and Gray cheering our asses off.
Until next time, from the desert.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Facts are that I’m not really putting my heart and soul into this blog, but rather trying to perfect my newest invention, The Automatic Cheerleader Upskirt Television Recorder TIVO Device Thingie. It’s a working title for my newest creation that will once and for all prevent missing beauties like the USC Song Girl Megan’s fancy little twirl.
I’m way behind posting this but that’s the point of my new genius invention. Whether I’m home or not this little devil will be scouring the airwaves for the fruits of the perv cameraman everywhere. It might also make it so you can look for “Lee Corso is a penis” signs and other such greatness.
Our little trip to the desert is nigh upon us. We are outta here on Saturday for some serious pregame revelry. I’ll stop by tomorrow to throw down some really haphazard and shoddy analysis and prognostication.