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!

***

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. 

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Bye Week for the Bears

...But it doesn't mean I'm not thinking about them anyway. I carved this yesterday morning. I hope some Packers fan kid doesn't smash it!


Another one bites the...MWA HA HA HA!

As like every other week in college football, a bunch of highly ranked teams ended up, well, buried, by unranked or lower-ranked teams. Upsets happen. C'est la vie, right? 

This time, to celebrate October 31st, Second and One was able to provide photographic evidence of these untimely deaths! Click each for spooky, in-yer-face Hi-Res.





Mwa ha ha ha ha ha!

Friday, October 29, 2010

Some Humor, c/o Facebook, Now with More Halloween Goodies!

Someone saw this posted on Facebook this morning and was nice enough to send it my way:

"Put this on your status if you know someone/are related to someone who suffers from being a Dallas Cowboys Fan. Being a Cowboys Fan is a real disorder and should be taken seriously. There is still no known cure for DCF and sympathy does not help. But we can raise awareness. 90% of Cowboys fans won't repost this because they don't know... how to copy and paste."

So I got to thinking about an interesting question, namely, "if every team in the NFL could collectively dress up as anything for Halloween, what would they go as?" The results of this amusing experiment (that is distracting me from my actual experiments) are posted below. Let's start with the NFC North:

Chicago Bears: A large, fuzzy teddy bear. Nothing to fear, right? The costume has to provide more defense than Cover-2, whatever it is.
Green Bay Packers: A zombie. They're walking dead but they're somehow still alive.
Minnesota Vikings: A pumpkin, because those tend to get carved up this time of year.
Detroit Lions: My boyfriend's car. Something's always broken somewhere.

New Orleans Saints: An obscure character from an obscure cartoon, whom everyone looks at with narrowed eyes and asks, "who are you supposed to be, again?"
Atlanta Falcons: An elevator. Always up and down.
Carolina Panthers: does anyone remember that scene in The Sixth Sense where we see that kid who turns out to have half his head missing?
Tampa Bay Buccaneers: A clown. 'Nuff said. 

Seattle Seahawks: A Rubik's Cube. Yeah, we can't figure them out either. 
San Francisco 49ers: A dead, rotting corpse.
Arizona Cardinals: A mouse. Squeaks and runs away scared. 
St. Louis Rams: A dog. Chases its tail, makes a lot of noise, and sleeps all weekend.

The famous, perplexing Seattle Seahawkcube. Alternatively, the whole NFC West can just dress as an outhouse. Or maybe cat vomit. Or a bag of ebola.

New York Giants: Frankenstein. Suddenly zapped to life.
Washington Redskins: A Jack-in-the-box. Surprise!!!
Philadelphia Eagles: Bride of Frankenstein. She also got tangled up with some not-so-nice guys.
Dallas Cowboys: A tiny rubber ball. Insignificant and poses a choking hazard.

Indianapolis Colts: Everyone the morning after the Halloween party who is too hung-over to get out of bed.
Tennessee Titans: Dexter Morgan. Or Freddy Krueger. You generally don't survive if you meet either of them on a bad day, either.
Houston Texans: A SCUD missile. Offensive, but inaccurate. Blows up.
Jacksonville Jaguars: Toilet paper. Do I even need to explain this one?

Baltimore Ravens: A hammer. Pounds people.
Pittsburgh Steelers: A sledgehammer. Pounds people harder. Those so inclined to pervert this into a Roethlisberger joke can do so at their own discretion.
Cleveland Browns: You know that disgusting feeling you get in your mouth when you wake up at 1PM and feel really nasty but you're just glad you actually woke up? That feeling.
Cincinnati Bengals: What's depicted in the picture below. 

Rawr!! When I grow up, I wanna be just like Carson Palmer and totally blow it against Cleveland! Source: the adorably-named babyanimalcostumes.com

New England Patriots: Casanova. Man, that guy scored a lot
New York Jets: My car. Frequently drives over people who are in the way and then makes the news.*
Miami Dolphins: A refrigerator. Always running. Plus, it keeps you cool in Miami.
Buffalo Bills: A bee. Flies around; gets whacked.

Kansas City Chiefs: A maniac with a chainsaw. Scary as hell. 
Oakland Raiders: a screwdriver. Well, they're always finding a way to screw someone, and it's a lot more PG than the other jokes I could come up with.
Denver Broncos: A hippie. High, but going absolutely nowhere. 
San Diego Chargers: A treadmill. Kind of cool in theory if someone could dress up as a treadmill, but they'd soon realize that they're still just for walking on. 

Did anyone hear the joke about Norv Turner dragging Philip Rivers into an electronics store? "Please" Norv pleaded. "I need a refund on this Charger. We can't get any power." Source: Indianapolis Examiner

Everyone, have a safe and happy Halloween weekend! More posts to come soon.

*Facetiousness here. I've never been a car accident.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Ten Questions for The Bears

What a lousy football weekend. Both the BCS and the NFL make no sense right now. My fantasy team is playing against someone who doesn't have a quarterback - and they are still struggling. My favorite college team got Belichicked*. I didn't even watch it, and instead, boyfriend and I ran through a corn maze and picked pumpkins. So I felt ok. 

And then I saw the Bears game. Trying to find out what's wrong with the Bears right now seems like it would require a team of therapists, a room full of couches, and a costly government grant to fund the whole thing, but I'll try and offer a surrogate. Let's pretend I'm in a press conference with Lovie Smith and Co., wearing my best power-suit and a press pass in my hat. Here are the questions in my note-pad. A lot of this may seem intuitive, but with the five collective brain cells in the Bears organization, I'm not even sure they understand intuition.

1. Why do your receivers continuously show poor field awareness and low football IQ? As much as I'd like to stop being a Jay Cutler apologist, I can't help but put stick some of the blame on his receivers. Yes, if a quarterback is a reckless gunslinger who chucks the football wherever he damn well pleases, the soup will hit the fan eventually just due to the law of averages. But if a receiver fails to run his route, hesitates in his route, or just isn't paying attention to who is covering him (and what said gentleman is doing), what can be done? 

2. Why did you go through all of this work to acquire a jumbo-sized tight end from San Diego if he can't catch a ball and has the blocking ability of a folding chair? I'm talking about you, Brandon Manumaleuna. Five yards receiving all season? I don't like it. 

3. Chester Taylor showed he can run today. Why, instead of sharing carries with Matt Forte, does Taylor stand on the sidelines and pick his nose the other 97% of the time? He had 6.7 yards per carry today. Why aren't the Bears getting their money's worth if they can block for him like this? Having two running backs trading carries (think Greene and Tomlinson, Mathews and Tolbert, or Wells and Hightower) is just good strategy as it confuses defenses and reduces the risk of injury. If Forte is still alive at the end of this season after being rammed into the line with the aplomb of one chopping up a stump, I won't be the only one surprised.

4. Why does Mike Martz hate Greg Olsen? Why does Olsen have one game where he's doing something every snap and then two games where he's held without a catch? I can partially answer this myself. Typically, tight ends in Martz's scheme get relegated to blocking roles. We get it. Olsen is not incredibly big and, suffice it to say, not a strong blocker. He does, however, have pretty good hands, especially in the red zone (or, historically, anyway). Still, when the Bears find themselves on their opponents' 20, where is Olsen, doing Sudoku on the bench? 

Dear Mr. Martz: Why are you breaking up this bromance? Source: don't remember, nice picture.

5. Why has Julius Peppers seemed thoroughly disinterested in the game since the Bears played in Carolina? Let me re-phrase the question. Assuming that Peppers isn't missing his days with the Cardiac Cats, why is it that the only defenders who consistently show up to play are Israel Idonije, Brian Urlacher, and D.J. Moore, whoever he is? 

6. If DeAngelo Hall had Jay Cutler's number (it's "six", by the way), why did Cutler even try to throw to receivers covered by said cornerback? One of the simplest rules of playing the QB position is knowing when to throw the ball and when to, well, not throw it. What does a quarterback gain by showing off his arm strength forcing a ball into coverage besides making people think he's a blithering idiot when the defense comes up with the pick? Run some multiple wideout formations to fake out zone coverage, and if nobody is open, either run or throw the rock away.

7. Why are you huddling when you're in two-minute-drill mentality? If you're down by any number of points and it's just before the half, what's the point of standing around and sucking wind (and sucking away your team's momentum) while the clock's-a-ticking?

Can you spot Jay Cutler's new #1 target? Hint: He's not wearing the number thirteen. Source: Scott Strazzante, Chicago Tribune

8. When the Bears are on the one-yard-line, why can't they score? How many times has this happened now, where the Bears have been in an incredibly short-yardage situation (where any other team would be all but guaranteed points), and they either commit a turnover or are forced to settle for three? Why aren't they trying everything? Try everything. Have the quarterback tuck the ball and run. Try a draw play. Run a four tight-end set. Have a lineman report as eligible. Try some play-action and scatter that secondary! Pump-fake. Wildcat. Fake field goal. With as many permutations as there are for offensive play sets, something has to work. Hell, let's hire Sherm Lewis and have him turn the offensive play-calling into a bingo game, while we're at it.

9. What, psychologically, happens to the Bears at halftime to make them unable to score in the third quarter? The Bears have not scored in the third quarter this entire season - and no other NFL team has been held scoreless an entire quarter! So why is this? Why not shoot out the scoreboard and pretend it's the first quarter? Light some aromatherapy candles, blow in some paper bags, and calm down. 

10. Do you really think you can fix this offensive line? No matter how many combinations the Bears run up front, nothing's ever changing. In the last three games he has played, Jay Cutler has been sacked nineteen times. This line is an undisciplined, lopsided, witless, amorphous pile of silly putty, and either people should start getting activated from the practice squad, or people should start getting fired.

More news later. I hope.

*Yeah. I used it as a verb. Sue me. A "Belichicking" is any game in which you lose by more than 45. 

Friday, October 22, 2010

Check out the Blogroll

The new sidebar to the right - "Teammates" - is the beginning of the Second and One Blogroll. Currently it's not much, but for now, I encourage people to check out The Sports J.A.R., just started by my friend (and fellow analyst/humorist) Judy. She's a fan of Cleveland everything and soccer. There are a few potty words (if anyone may be offended), but it's a pretty amusing commentary nonetheless.