The End of a Long Gameday

As yet another day comes to an end, the weariness of doing nothing really starts to set in. In one way or another, the entire day was spent pressing my eyes into glaring at some sort of glowing screen, and they are screaming bloody murder. To kick off the day was the Ol' Ball Coach hosting Clemson in what most were predicting to be a rout in favor of the visitor. Needless to say, I think I hear Matt Hiatt crying somewhere. About three quarters into that match I sojourned myself to the computer screen, mostly to escape the inane pandering of the sub-human intellectual zombies known as sportscasters. I understand that they had to get a degree in broadcasting, but why does it seem that the only things they can say competently is what is displayed upon the teleprompter. At least I can flip on the itunes and listen to good music on the computer (and still have almost real time updates of the scores and plays). After whittling a bit of my life and soul away on computer games (My cities shall be the beacon where Sims should flock if I ever get a lobotomy and buy that game... Maxis, please stick to spore and sim city). Then after a sparse meal (I swear the people who stock this pantry have no taste buds), I settled in to watch the Gator football game. Now some will call me a blasphemer (some, I think half of the globe does) for saying that I really didn't care if it was Tebow's last home game or not. Those that have hitched themselves to the Tebow bandwagon most fervently have forgotten that this sport is played by the team, and that it is the pride of the University that should be instilled in the fanbase, not of an athletic team, or an individual on said team. Now, countless announcers and other figures in the sports world will try and tell me how well Tebow has handled the spotlight. Hogwash. He still gave more than his fair share of interviews and let the media rampage that was the Tebow lovefest continue unabashed. A truly humble person would have put that to rest as soon as it reared its ugly head. I will be happy to see what Brantley can do, and see a offense that more resembles Spurrier's fun and gun. Moving on to the next point, I was ecstatic to see our University shred State's athletic team. Growing up in Gainesville, one would think that their are no FSU fans in the vicinity. In the 80's and 90's they would be sorely mistaken. I have seen Warrick Dunn tear UF's defense to pieces and the Choke @ Doak. Every victory against the former Women's college serves as vindication to those jerks who not only insisted that FSU was a better school athletically, but also academically. This doesn't even include the morons that insist a University's athletics is the sole barometer to which a school's success should be measured. After licking my chops after said vindication, had more Thanksgiving leftovers, turned back to the computer and followed Billyball from there. Was fairly confident in this game, as opposed to last night's upset of Michigan State (I still want to smack Mateen Cleaves in the face). So loaded up Blizzard's largest seller of the past 5 years and literally killed time there. There is now some sort of weird aura around my computer where the laws of Physics and most watches do not work. Now having seen that Stanford has beaten Notre Dame, and coupled with losses by Kansas and Maryland, its good to see that coaches whose Waistline exceed my height are 0-3 on the week. There just is a trepidation I feel when those coaches are yelling @ their freshman, they might actually eat them. (Little known fact, for each of these teams, one of the Gatorade coolers is filled with Worcestershire sauce.) Well that is about it for me tonight, nothing much creative going on between the ears tonight, gonna try and not have dreams that seem like they are taken out of my episodes of playing call of duty. Think a John Woo film without the doves. Hell, prolly might make hollywood some money instead of actually financing Ninja Assassin.


Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus


Dave