Bloggin’ on Empty…Sports Stuff from the Weekend
By Cecilio's Scribe on Nov 15, 2009 with Comments 1
My tank runneth empty…or something. Way back in the ’07, this sports blogging thing was a whole lot easier. Now, I’ve got one of those wife things, an apartment, buddies having kids, mortgage, and, like, uhhh, responsibilities, or, something. Point being, my brain seems to have been zapped of any creative powers. Now, if that doesn’t make you want to keep reading, I don’t know what will. So, on to the sporting observations…
BIG RED. My mighty alma mater is known for its hockey and lacrosse. Big-time D1 major sports is not what gets done up in I-Town. That said, our little roundball team has managed to recruit some players and win a few Ivy titles in a row. Seeing them go to the tournament (and, albeit, get blasted) has been fun. Yesterday, they opened up the season with a win in Tuscaloosa against Alabama. See, I don’t normally get to write sentences like that – ever. Anyway, kudos to the squad for manning up with the rest of their out-of-conference schedule, one that includes Bama, Cuse, Kansas, Vermont, Davidson, Seton Hall, St. Joe’s and Davidson.
Same Old Jets. Won’t belabor the point on this one. Over at Jets blog, folks are packing up their stuff and leaving the green-and-white for good. Seriously, take 10-15 minutes and read through the comments on this post. It speaks volumes about being a Jets fan. Bottom line: this is what most fans expected, and the future doesn’t look as bleak as it often has in recent years. The 3-0 start and Rex’s ramblings, coupled with a few brutal losses, have just made it tougher to take. At this point, I’m looking for continued improvement from Sanchez as well as the coaching staff. That said, it’s depressing to kiss another season goodbye.
Holy Hometown Homers. This is a bit random, but spent most of the day in car on way back from D.C. Seeing as I don’t listen to radio a whole lot anymore (being carless and all), it was weird scrolling through Sirius/XM and catching Jets game over the airwaves (just as torturous, if not moreso). Moreover, I took in a few other games including Dallas/Green Bay and Philly/SD and got to listen to other teams’ commentating teams. All I can say is wow. Maybe the Jets guys are just trying harder to be objective, or perhaps my ears don’t hear the homerism. What I do know is that listening to the Cowboys and Chargers radio network guys respectively was hilarious. It was like me, as a diehard fan, calling the game…and cheering/yelling/critiquing as if I was on my own couch. Very funny stuff. My favorite line? At the end of the Chargers game, one of the guys for the Bolts booth team busted out: “Hey, Denver Broncos, objects in your rearview mirror may be closer than they appear!” He exclaimed this with great enthusias. You could tell he’d been keeping that one saved up all night.
No Patsies. If there was any doubt the Pats were back, I think those doubts have since been dispelled. The scary part is instead of the current 31-14 score, NE should have 50 on the board. This team looks like it’s been well-oiled, a few parts have been replaced (with newer, younger models) and Brady has all his weapons finely sharpened again. Although it would make me violently ill, it’s hard to debate the relative allure of a potential Vikes/Pats showdown.
In other news…I find myself rooting for Pitt and was mildly surprised Wannstedt and crew didn’t slip up against the Irish…breaking news: Peyton Manning’s still good, too…Charlie Weis knows his time is done…the Knicks are still awful…Brandon Jennings 55?…that is all.
UPDATE (11:40 P.M. EST): Please disregard the “No Patsies” bullet penned approximately 15 minutes ago. They’re still really, really good. But, ummm, wow.
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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.


Know how you feel trying to blog with a job, wife, friends with kids, and mortgages and whatnot. Sometimes you're sports tank truly is empty.