Hey, I’m now writing a weekly column for SI. If you have a few seconds, you can click the above link and find yourself in a magical world of wonder.
I’m not sure if this is terrifying or awesome-looking, but I’ve been watching blob videos for a good 30 minutes, with no end in sight.
On a brighter basketball note, I need more Dwight Howard in my life. I know to clinch things, though, Esa needs a Mutombo impersonation.
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Let’s simplify things. If great 18 year old basketball players can be All-Americans, lead teams to near-greatness, or be good enough to play significant minutes in the NBA, shouldn’t good ones be able to win a few games in a mediocre conference?
There are only so many times you can try to talk yourself into the team by saying things like “There are eight freshmen on this team,” and “Give this team some time.”
What’s the score of Thursday’s game if the coaches were coaching each other’s teams all season?
If you liked this performance on Saturday, you’re most likely lying.
You know you’ve come across a good site when you get both hungry and revolted looking at the same picture.
This site may be why the terrorists hate us.
SI.com now has my videos in their new flash video player. So if you had trouble before watching my videos, it seems as if you may be in luck. It took awhile, but I must say, it looks pretty great.
Tool
I feel like one right now. I’m sitting in Starbucks because I’m waiting for my car to be fixed near m parents’ house, which doesn’t currently have electricity.
I have emails to write and forgot to charge my iPhone last night, so I’m amongst the caffeinated as we speak.
I’ve never spent this much time in a coffee shop and I assumed that it was all yuppy douches that hung out here, but it’s mostly kids and white trash (for California anyway).
My street cred has suffered a pretty substantial hit.
The best there was.
Not My Finest Week
Over the course of the last week, I have become (hopefully temporarily) a person that I’m not completely proud of.
• I became emotionally invested in the recruitment of a teenage football player. I didn’t mean to get sucked into the Tajh Boyd saga, but with not all that much to do with actual football over, I shifted my focus to following whether or not a quarterback (with a torn ACL) would choose to come to Eugene for the next 4-5 years to play in an offense that was completely ideal for his talents.
Anyway, I ended up on message boards and chat rooms for a few days leading up to the announcement date (Tuesday), only to have Mr. Boyd choose Clemson (?) over both Oregon and Ohio State.
Supposedly (according to top-secret, super-insider) sources, he had committed to Oregon the previous Saturday and reaffirmed it during the days leading up to the announcement, but chose Clemson because they’re bad enough offensively that he’s good enough to play once his shredded knee supposedly heals. Also, his mom told him Oregon was too far.
Really, it was when I started getting upset at his mom that I realized that I needed to step away from the keyboard (which I did).
I took a nap, slept off the horror that had become my attachment to recruitment, and just went ahead living my life.
• I’ve also become borderline-obsessed with getting better at NCAA ‘09 and seem to only get worse with every game. I’ve been playing online, I believe I’m something like 3-17 right now. Like recruiting, I’ve let Playstation 3 online gameplay dictate my moods. Really, it’s pathetic, but I need my redemption.
