Monday Musings: Sexy Rexy, The ‘Cuse and More

“At least someone still loves me despite my 27.5 passer rating…”

Pleasant Monday to all loyal Legend readers and new visitors. Before we get to the weekend wrap, a quick note that we received a quick shout-out from sports blog Godfather Will Leitch over at Deadspin on Friday. We’d like to extend a personal thank you to Isiah Thomas for occassionally making our job just too damn easy. With Thomas and Dolan both scheduled to take the stand this week, I’m eagerly anticipating the Post and Daily News back pages.

The highlights and lowlights from another glorious weekend of sports action.

Simply Gross: Even Lovie Smith has to have a breaking point. Doesn’t he? In another game where the spotlight shined brightly on Rex Grossman, he proved himself utterly inadequate. Lion in Oil officially denounced their loyalty this morning and many more windy fans are lined up right behind them.

San Diego…Not-so-Super Chargers: Now, I know the coach is not the root of all ills for the Chargers. HOW-ever (and you know how much we love linking to our own posts), Mr. A.J. Smith this CAN NOT surprise you. How many different ways do we need to say this? Norv Turner = born loser.

Dear Louisville: Never mention the words “national title” in the same sentence as “Louisville Cardinals.” In a loss that falls short only to UM/App. St., the high-powered Cardinals lost AT HOME to a pretty terrible Syracuse team. It also solidified the notion that you can never take this all-O, no-D team seriously when discussing the elite teams in the country. Sometimes capturing the sentiment of a fan base cannot be done any better than visiting a blog of a hard-core, educated fan of that team. In this case, the source of information is Card Chronicle. Read the post when you have half an hour to spare. If you don’t have that kind of time, let us pull some of the more memorable quotes:

“I’m sitting here a day later and I still have absolutely no idea what to write about what I witnessed Saturday afternoon…”

“I can’t imagine there being another reasonably eligible head coach on this planet who could have done a worse job thus far than Steve Kragthorpe.”

“I will never, ever boo a Louisville team or coach, but for the first time in my life I found myself feeling glad that other people were. “

Call me a Bandwagoner: But I’m pulling for Favre to lead the Packers back to the playoffs and go out on a high note. Maybe it’s those oh-so-genuine Wrangler jeans commercials, or the fact that he is now playing the way critics have been encouraging him to play the last three seasons, but there is something compelling about this whole thing. Old gunslinger…putting a young team on his back…finally trusting in his supporting cast…coming to a realization about how we can best lead them…good stuff all around.

Other good stuff…

‘Bama/Ga. on Saturday night was one of the better games I’ve caught this season.

We often forget that these big-time college ballplayers are…well, college kids. Therefore, it should not be surprising that WVa. quarterback Pat White is enamored with Erin Andrews. Listen Pat, when you grow up that infatuation will go awa…wow, she is hot isn’t she?

A solitary blogger tries to keep the hopes of a nation alive.

Oh yes, and the J-E-T-S got a W-I-N, while the Mets managed to give away another three-run cushion and provide their fans with a mild coronary before beating those pesky fish in 11. This will continue to be anything-but-easy.

And, finally, congrats to Erie’s Scribe and the rest of Wahoo nation on the Tribe officially clinching a spot in the postseason. If you haven’t noticed…and judging by the lack of media attention…you haven’t…the Indians are the hottest team in baseball.

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About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.

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