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wordinistaMost of you may not know this about me, but I'm a bit of a football fan (American football, so there's no confusion). I've grown disillusioned with the NFL, because its ego has inflated to such a state that I'm surprised there's a stadium that'll accomodate two teams, much less just one. I also got seriously pissed off at the Tampa Bay Buccaneers for trading John Lynch and Warren Sapp. Their record reflects just how much of a boneheaded idea that was, and it became apparent to me that they had -- in the immortal words of my grandmother -- grown too big for their britches. I really have a hard time caring about the Bucs -- or any other NFL team, for that matter. My 8 year old cousin went to a training camp session for the New England Patriots -- there was time set aside afterward for photos/autographs, and my EIGHT YEAR OLD cousin, asked one of the players if he'd please take his jersey (his little 8 y.o. sized jersey) into the locker room for Tom Brady to sign. Rather than saying, "No, I'm sorry, I can't do that," the prick said, "Yeah, but I ain't gonna bring it back."
That jackass made my cousin cry. I don't even remember the fucktard's name -- but he made a little boy burst into tears. I seethe whenever I think about that story.
So, I've come to pay more and more attention to NCAA football. It's more exciting, and there's less ego, most of the time. My team of choice? The Miami Hurricanes. George's family have been 'Canes fans for-freaking-ever. They're originally FROM Miami. And if it's one thing they take seriously, it's foo-ball. ;)
Well. Last night, Miami was playing the University of Virginia (in Charlottesville). Miami had lost two games, and had dropped from #2 (I think) to #18 in the Bowl Championship Series (BCS) poll. This is bad (and they shouldn't have dropped SO far, but that's just my opinion). So this was kind of a big game, because if they lost this one, they wouldn't be able to play a Bowl Game at the end of the season, and if Virginia lost, they'd be in much the same boat (because they're in the same conference, so it was a conference game, which means: IMPORTANT).
I don't know how many of you know this, but I've got a little sore spot when it comes to UVA. I applied twice to their PhD program, and was twice rejected. And shed many, many, many tears over that fact. Whenever the camera would pan over shots of the UVA campus, I got weepy. Still -- after a year. George hates seeing me morose, and so he wanted Miami to beat UVA simply because UVA had broken my heart, not once, but twice.
The game was close, and Miami's defense was making me swear, loudly. The receivers were dropping perfectly good passes, and the Cavaliers simply. Were. Not. Getting. Called. For. HOLDING! Add to that the fact that one Miami player seemed to make a hobby of getting penalized for false starts, and you have two very unhappy 'Canes fans curled up in front of the TV.
At one point, George turned to me and said, "You can go do something else if you want. I think they're going to blow this." But I stayed, and, whoo, am I glad I did.
In the fourth quater, with about 1:40 left on the clock, the 'Canes were on 4th down. The score was 24-21, in favor of the Hurricanes, and if they nailed a field goal, then the Cavaliers would have to get a touchdown just to tie the score, sending it into overtime.
So Jon Peattie lined up for the field goal, and just as the play clock ticked down to "01," Coach Coker called a time-out. Peattie didn't hear the whistle blow until he was already in mid-kick, which caused a hesitation, which made the kick fall too short. The UVA crowd didn't hear the whistle either -- they just saw the missed FG, so they went WILD. Insane screaming was followed quickly by a "WTF?" moment, when the coach walked out onto the field (because he'd called a time out). You see, Miami had saved their time outs, so they had three of them to burn by this point.
Time out means commercial break, so we're glued to our seats, just WATCHING. When the game comes back, the time out is over, and rather than the kicking team returning onto the field, the offense trots out. It's 4th down and four, and they're going to go for it rather than play it safe with a field goal? OMFGWTF?
The QB, Brock Berlin (who, while not a popular QB as far as the city of Miami is concerned [they take their football very seriously down there], has had excellent numbers this season) drops back into the shotgun and throws a short pass to Roscoe Parrish, earning the four yards necessary for the 'Canes to keep the ball.
But Roscoe? Ran. And kept running. Until he was in the endzone.
I screamed -- nay, I SHRIEKED.
Peattie kicks for the extra point, and, ta-daaa! The 'Canes are UP BY TEN! BWAAH!! Up by ten with less than a minute left in the game!!
UVA did not score any more after that. :D
My god, I love this game.
That jackass made my cousin cry. I don't even remember the fucktard's name -- but he made a little boy burst into tears. I seethe whenever I think about that story.
So, I've come to pay more and more attention to NCAA football. It's more exciting, and there's less ego, most of the time. My team of choice? The Miami Hurricanes. George's family have been 'Canes fans for-freaking-ever. They're originally FROM Miami. And if it's one thing they take seriously, it's foo-ball. ;)
Well. Last night, Miami was playing the University of Virginia (in Charlottesville). Miami had lost two games, and had dropped from #2 (I think) to #18 in the Bowl Championship Series (BCS) poll. This is bad (and they shouldn't have dropped SO far, but that's just my opinion). So this was kind of a big game, because if they lost this one, they wouldn't be able to play a Bowl Game at the end of the season, and if Virginia lost, they'd be in much the same boat (because they're in the same conference, so it was a conference game, which means: IMPORTANT).
I don't know how many of you know this, but I've got a little sore spot when it comes to UVA. I applied twice to their PhD program, and was twice rejected. And shed many, many, many tears over that fact. Whenever the camera would pan over shots of the UVA campus, I got weepy. Still -- after a year. George hates seeing me morose, and so he wanted Miami to beat UVA simply because UVA had broken my heart, not once, but twice.
The game was close, and Miami's defense was making me swear, loudly. The receivers were dropping perfectly good passes, and the Cavaliers simply. Were. Not. Getting. Called. For. HOLDING! Add to that the fact that one Miami player seemed to make a hobby of getting penalized for false starts, and you have two very unhappy 'Canes fans curled up in front of the TV.
At one point, George turned to me and said, "You can go do something else if you want. I think they're going to blow this." But I stayed, and, whoo, am I glad I did.
In the fourth quater, with about 1:40 left on the clock, the 'Canes were on 4th down. The score was 24-21, in favor of the Hurricanes, and if they nailed a field goal, then the Cavaliers would have to get a touchdown just to tie the score, sending it into overtime.
So Jon Peattie lined up for the field goal, and just as the play clock ticked down to "01," Coach Coker called a time-out. Peattie didn't hear the whistle blow until he was already in mid-kick, which caused a hesitation, which made the kick fall too short. The UVA crowd didn't hear the whistle either -- they just saw the missed FG, so they went WILD. Insane screaming was followed quickly by a "WTF?" moment, when the coach walked out onto the field (because he'd called a time out). You see, Miami had saved their time outs, so they had three of them to burn by this point.
Time out means commercial break, so we're glued to our seats, just WATCHING. When the game comes back, the time out is over, and rather than the kicking team returning onto the field, the offense trots out. It's 4th down and four, and they're going to go for it rather than play it safe with a field goal? OMFGWTF?
The QB, Brock Berlin (who, while not a popular QB as far as the city of Miami is concerned [they take their football very seriously down there], has had excellent numbers this season) drops back into the shotgun and throws a short pass to Roscoe Parrish, earning the four yards necessary for the 'Canes to keep the ball.
But Roscoe? Ran. And kept running. Until he was in the endzone.
I screamed -- nay, I SHRIEKED.
Peattie kicks for the extra point, and, ta-daaa! The 'Canes are UP BY TEN! BWAAH!! Up by ten with less than a minute left in the game!!
UVA did not score any more after that. :D
My god, I love this game.
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Date: 2004-11-15 01:15 am (UTC)Why do organized sports do this to people?