Saturday, November 20, 2010

My turn

The Big Ten - A Poem

They beat each other, beat themselves
The Big Ten (Eleven? Is it twelve?)
Sorting out their situation
Needs poetic ministrations

Minnesota gets no liking
Playing lousy like the Vikings
The Gophers showed no rhyme or reason
And Brewster got the boot midseason

The Illini started in a rut
But halfway through, they just went nuts
The BCS now has a glitch
Buckeyes, Hawkeyes, which one's which?

Purdue embodies monstrous fail
By choking on an epic scale
Injuries have stopped them cold
Just like the Colts in black and gold

They could have made a bowl run, too!
But blew their lead to MSU
With one loss only - there to stay
Is Sparty going all the way?

IU just could not remember
That football started in September
Or August, but that doesn't matter
Crimson, creamed; they're stomped and scattered

The Wolverines are made to thrill
They score enough to claim some kills
Yet if out-gunned, it all turns hairy
What happened to their secondary?

Northwestern, Penn State, both together
Futile, fickle, like the weather
One worries about Wrigley's fences
The other, 'bout their coach's senses

Wisconsin only has one mission
Humiliate the whole division
A bowl berth they will surely clinch
By scoring eighty on Bill Lynch

Blowouts, beatdowns, might, and moxie, 
A carousel of loss-by-proxy
Though all these teams will get served lunch
Soon as Nebraska joins this bunch!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

The Amusing Announcing Compendium!

Ok.

I'll admit it.

I am a delinquent blogger. For anyone who still reads this thing: I'm sorry. Things are so busy at work that there's not much else that I can pay attention to. Alas, it is November, and I realize that without a comprehensive update in weeks now, there is a lot of paper sitting around. I've essentially taken to writing down notes on everything during games. My note-pad normally used for chemistry ideas is full of scribbles; backs of envelopes, bill-pay stubs, receipts - nothing has been left unsullied. I also notice that most of it is of the amusing announcing variety. Ergo, I present Second and One's First Annual Amusing Announcing Compendium! (And a Bunch of Other Stuff).

During the Eagles-Redskins Game (the first, not the absolute blood-sport that was this past Monday's game), Eagles fullback Owen Schmitt made some kind of big play. I don't remember what this was because my notes are illegible. Maybe he scored. Maybe he sprung Michael Vick. Maybe he took off his pants and danced around the goalpost. Regardless, whatever he did made an announcer exclaim "Holy Schmitt!"How awesome is it to have a name that doubles as a minced oath (think Meet the Fockers)? Ok, maybe it's terrible.

Truly Special Special Teams: Ok, I've seen a lot of just lousy special teams play this season. Jeff Reed can't kick in his own stadium. The Giants can't punt without getting booed. Covering Devin Hester is harder than covering up government corruption. But we finally have a winner, and it's none other than...the Detroit Lions. Yes, the Lions! They ended a game by throwing a two-point conversion out the back of the end zone thus getting 0-8 Buffalo off the schnide - and this isn't even their biggest gaffe. During week 8, they had a chance to take down the Jets. They came to a point in the third quarter where the Big Losing Cats had just scored and taken back all of the momentum. The Jets had knocked kicker Jason Hanson from the game, and, instead of bringing in, I don't know, the punter or someone who can actually kick to put up the extra point, the Lions instead turned to...300-lb rookie defensive lineman Ndamukong Suh, who doinked the rock off the upright. If there is a worse use for a defensive lineman than this, I'd like to know about it. Short of entering him in a bikini contest, I'm out of ideas.



After Titans cornerback Alterraun Verner speedily returned an interception against the Cowboys, Chris "Boomer" Berman referred to him as "Alterraun After-Verner." Genius!

Graduates of the Bill Belichick School of Opponent Demoralization, Early Valedictorian Candidate: The University of Wisconsin Badgers, content on making a statement that the BCS had ranked them too low, defeated the IU Hoosiers by a jaw-droppingly absurd score of 83-20, setting the Big 10 et al's record for highest score. 83 points. 83 points. Let's do a comparison. The Bears have scored 174 points the entire year! Apparently, IU couldn't stand the right way up and UW thought it was basketball season.

Pseudo-Scientific Analysis: Here is a statistic I crunched. In four of the six Bears victories, Greg Olsen has caught a touchdown. He has not scored in any of the Bears' three losses. Analysts have pointed this fact out as well: seems like when Olsen's in the end zone, the Bears are winning, if we throw out the one game where the Bears were without Jay Cutler. As a scientist, though, I have to caution that we don't know if this is causation ("Olsen causes the Bears to win"), an unrelated correlation ("when the Bears are winning, they utilize Olsen more"), or something different altogether ("When Mike Martz accidentally puts his underwear on backwards, he runs more tight end routes.") Regardless, I have an experiment: keep throwing to him, see what happens. 

During the messy Colts-Bengals contest, the Colts, with their positively staggering (heh) injury report, were described as "a hospital dressed in blue and white" by CBS announcers. I didn't realize just how darn funny this was (the comment, not the Colts' injury report)* until, when I was driving later and I saw the universal road sign for "hospital."

Does this color scheme look familiar?

When Buffalo WR Roscoe Parrish scored against the Bears in week 9, Fox announcers described him as "quick as a hiccup." Needless to say, the hiccup came before the Bills vomited all over themselves by throwing a backbreaking interception at the end of the game.

Northwestern/Penn State. ABC announcers described a receiver's (gosh, I wish I could remember which team's receiver) seemingly effortless route and subsequent six points as "a little dipsy-doodle in the middle." 

Obligatory Fighting Nucleophiles Update: So I lost the Chemical Bowl. It was one of those days where everything fell on its face; c'est la vie. Want to know what was really funny? I won this past week and still don't know how. I did everything wrong. I left Beanie Wells in the lineup and he was inactive. I benched Tom Brady (four touchdowns) in favor of Donovan McNabb, who laid a positively enormous egg at home the day after signing his whopping new contract. I started the wrong everything. My defense (Arizona) had zero points. I had my lineup all bass-ackwards at wide receiver. I won because Dwayne Bowe caught everything thrown to him and because Wes Welker is finally starting to look like Wes Welker again.** I might try this contrarian approach more often!


*Trust me. It's not funny at all. The fantasy football gods, in Week 5 or 6 or whenever it was, decided that they hadn't made enough of a mockery of me at the tight end position last year, and promptly knocked Dallas Clark out for the season. 
**I've been sorely, desperately deprived of the Shrieking Welkergasm for way too long. I have since acquired this Rob Gronkowski character, and look forward to starting my Patriots Trifecta against the Colts, because you know this is going to be a bigger shootout than the end of The Matrix.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Best Poem of the Year

So, as preamble, the Steelers fired notoriously inconsistent (and eccentric) kicker Jeff Reed  - whose field goal percentage had been less than 50% at Heinz Field - and signed former Redskin Shaun Suisham in his place. 

In Sports Illustrated today, Steve Rushin penned this exquisite Ode to Kickers. Repeat: this is not mine. I wish it were: 

They're common men with names uncommon.
(Where have you gone, Uwe von Schamann?)
They're just plain Folks, they're Happy Fellers,
These Robbie Goulds, these Roy Gerelas.

A poet desperate for a segue
Is grateful for Raul Allegre.
And Vinatieri shilled for Snickers,
But no one else loves field-goal kickers.

Their teammates, each, are huge and freakish,
But they're more . . . Ali Haji-Sheikh-ish.
They're K-Marts in a world of Gucci.
(Where did you go, Dean Biasucci?)

*****

I'm sure the four Zendejas brothers
Were each beloved by their mother.
Otherwise -- brotherwise -- Canton plaques
Will never be cast for Gogolaks.

And Chester Marcol of the Packers,
Olindo Mare and Neil Rackers,
Have suffered fortune's slings and arrows,
With sundry Skips and Chips and Garos.

*****

Anderson, Andersen: Which one's which?
It's Pete, not Peja, Stoyanovich?
Del Greco, Daluiso: Which is which?
There's Toni Linhart and Toni Fritsch?

That Ace Ventura: Pet Detective
Was anti-kicker-filled invective.
The villain was a sicko kicker
Who dressed himself in ladies' knickers.

The movie Gus was even sicker:
It cast a jackass as a kicker.
A football horse, half-mule, half-man?
'Twas Bengal kicker Horst Muhlmann.

*****

Two Bahrs once meant field-goal perfection;
Two bars now mean poor phone reception.
Two Bahrs incarnate -- bros Chris and Matt -- 
Wore one-bar facemasks across each hat.

Dramatic Arts -- Ars Dramatica -- 
As performed by Bill Gramatica
Meant leaping, dancing, great emoting -- 
(An ACL torn while showboating).

*****

They don't deserve your scorn or laughter
This band of men who kick points-after.
Kickers and goalposts both, I've found,
Are just built up to get torn down.

Seldom is heard on ESPN
That glorious surname: "Septien."
A Vikings fan, I'm purple-hazy --
My dreams are still Fuad Reveiz-y.

The tank that's named for General Pershing
Is not as strong as leg of Wersching.
In Oslo this man's fans are legion:
Jan Stenerud kicked in Norwegian.

*****

Alone among his fellow kickers
Mike Vanderjagt misspoke while "liquored".
Or so his quarterback insisted.
Before the kicker got C-listed.

And so my eyes got somewhat misty
When gazing on the Bills' Steve Christie.
The Raiders' kicker sure likes his food.
That Cowboy Buehler's a righteous dude.

Has any avis been more rara
Than Dallas great Efren Herrera?
The Dow, the Nasdaq and the Nikkei
Have fewer points than Igwebuike.

******

You couch-bound slobs, ruled by inertia:
Bow down and worship Rolf Benirschke!
The Toe (Lou Groza)! The Foot (Fred Cox)!
And barefoot freaks wearing single socks!

The opposite of bland was Blanda,
Kicked black-and-white, like Kung Fu Panda;
And nerves? Jay Feely could not feel 'em,
And nor can colleague Jason Elam.

They're shunned and roughed and waiver-wired;
One day they're iced, the next they're fired.
John Carney still has not expired.
Joe Nedney has not yet perspired.

******

The chicks might dig a perfect spiral;
Favre's every utterance goes viral.
Americans though still revile
All things described as "soccer-style."

But when these fans go meet their makers,
If heaven's run by David Akers,
He'll cast aside those heathen sinners
Who shunned him when he missed game-winners.

He'll call the roll in Kicker Heaven:
"Bironas, Rob!" and "Butler, Kevin!"
Dempsey's a Saint, Norwood's a martyr.
The Holy Grail's an 80-yarder.


Read more: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2010/writers/steve_rushin/11/17/kickers/index.html#ixzz15bNbAdN6

Reposted from: Here.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The Polamolecule!

It's not very often that my two favorite things (chemistry and football) overlap, but when the stars happen to align and they actually do, hilarity usually ensues. You get things like the following Head and Shoulders ad, featuring a compound - the Polamolecule - made of element No. 43. Genius!

Via Hilobrow, submitted by reader Michael.

FYI, actual element #43 is Technetium, which is radioactive and dangerous, so they're not that far off the mark. Don't forget your, um, safety goggles.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Monday Fallout

The news breaks today that, after a positively nightmarish 1-7 start, Dallas Cowboys coach Wade Phillips has been given the boot. (ESPN Dallas). Offensive Coordinator Jason Garrett has been named in his interim. The change comes less than 12 hours after the Cowboys were murdered on national TV by Green Bay in a 45-7 contest. I'm not sure firing Phillips was the right choice, but someone had to get canned for this fiasco because the last time such naughty and scandalous things happened to Cowboys, Brokeback Mountain won Oscars for it.

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And now, here's an amazing bloop play that someone sent me earlier, c/o Driscoll Middle School. What is this, a fake timeout? an uncalled false start? The best trick play of the year has just been executed by...twelve year olds. See for yourself! 


To come later: a children's treasury of Truly Special Special Teams.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Chemical Bowl

Boyfriend and I are playing each other in fantasy football this week. The 'Nukes take on the Adamantane Assault in the Chemical Bowl* in about 40 minutes. Leading the charge on my end are the always-present Tom Brady and Wes Welker, along with Dwayne Bowe and Steve Breaston (bye week replacement). At running back, we have Beanie "I'm Not Sick But I'm Not" Wells and San Diego fullback Mike Tolbert, who appears to be the new valedictorian in the Joseph Addai School of Goal-Line Powerbacking. I'm starting Tony Moeaki at tight end this week. Readers will recall my love-hate affair with this position last year. It's very firmly "hate" this year, as my team seems to have collapsed like a house of cards the minute Dallas Clark was placed on IR. And I have Robbie Gould at kicker and the Saints' defense. Against Carolina. 

What we hope the Chemical Bowl will be like! Danger! Chemical Weapons Testing! Source: original unknown.

Official Boyfriend of Second and One is starting Carson Palmer, Pierre Garcon, Dez Bryant, Marques Colston, Ahmad Bradshaw, Willis McGahee, Jeremy Shockey, Neil Rackers, and the Jets' D. It's predicted to be a big shootout, but knowing the way our predicting algorithm works this season (read as: not very well), neither of us will get off the ground.

Probably a more realistic depiction of the Chemical Bowl. Source: shutterstock.com.

*Boyfriend is also an organic chemist. "Adamantane" is a funny-shaped, oddly greasy molecule and has nothing to do with him "adamantly" insisting that he's going to win this game.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Good Heavens

Today's completely rideekulous college football score: Michigan survives Illinois in triple overtime in the highest-scoring game of the season. 67-65. 132 points. Six turnovers. 1,237 total yards of offense. Good gravy, these guys are more offensive than the way my trash currently smells. Someone told me earlier this season "Michigan has no defense." Whoever said this: I believe you know. 

Oh. And a few more interesting facts about this game. This also the most points ever scored in a Big 10 et al. conference game. And the last time Michigan played Illinois in basketball, the score was only 51-44. Out-freakin'-rageous. 

Thursday, November 4, 2010

The Plot Thickens!

So it appears the Tennessee Titans have capitalized on the waiver wire and claimed Randy Moss. Hopefully they're trying to rebuild a receiving corps that plays inconsistently (and historically, secondarily to the Titans' ground game). They're often injured (now Kenny Britt is hurt on top of it) and have the general offensive cohesiveness of a bunch of guys that Jeff Fisher found playing catch in an abandoned lot in Nashville.

With this move, Moss joins a completely loco cast of characters who filled the headlines all summer long with their drama, legal woes, and (apparent) propensity for punching people.* Like any soap opera relationships, I give it about a year.  

In even more hilarious news, some people are speculating that the reason the Vikings released Moss was not due to on-field production, team chemistry, or the way he reacted to the media, but rather because of...catering. (USA Today) Reportedly, Moss did not like the food served at a Vikings post-practice buffet last Friday. So, my readers, suppose you play for the Vikings and get served something nasty, like dog food or maybe Sidney Rice's gimpy hip joint. What do you do?

(a) Don't eat it. Simple.
(b) Force yourself to eat a few bites to look like a good citizen. Image is everything, right?
(c) Launch into a profanity-filled diatribe at the catering company and completely mortify your teammates.

Guess which one Randy Moss did? A member of the Vikings staff allegedly told the head of the catering company that Moss threw similar tantrums "every time [the Vikings] had food." 

Note to self: do not invite Randy Moss to dinner. Mouth-watering picture courtesy of Nadia's Kitchen Online.

Other things of note from the Vikings dinner: Brett Favre rigorously avoided the weiners, Jared Allen tackled the waiter, and someone handed Adrian Peterson the gravy. Which he dropped. Everyone groaned.

More to come later.

*If you go to a party and someone on the Titans asks "did you try the punch?" make sure to duck.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Oh, the Drama!

Breaking News (c/o ESPN and NFL Network): Today, on All My Vikings, uber-disgruntled wideout Randy Moss has been waived by the Norsemen of the Apocalypse. The Vikings are reportedly frustrated with Moss' treatment of the media (refusing to speak to them despite being fined, general disrespect and snark) and have thus severed ties with them. Will Favre, and his smashed-up chin and gimpy ankle, be heartbroken? Will Randy be at last re-united with the love of his life, Tom Brady, or cut loose into the devastating wasteland of free agency? Stay tuned to find out!

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This morning, boyfriend and I were driving to work, and he asked if November First was "All Saints' Day." Well, owing that their defense got me a lot of points in fantasy (even though I lost my game) and those folks in the black and gold pads (a) are still crazy fun to watch and (b) somehow turned Halloween in New Orleans into the biggest freak show this side of the Barnum and Bailey Circus, yes. I will answer that I do believe it is All Saints' Day.