Rome Take from Monday, Nov. 26:
The greatest teams always find a way. And so do the worst. And just when it looked like the Chargers were finally going to beat a team not named the Chiefs, they dug deep, found another gear, and once again, went right into the tank. Baltimore needed to convert a 4th and 29 to stay alive. And it was at that very moment, that the Chargers made a statement. And sent a message to the rest of the league: nobody comes into our house. And loses to us!
Roll Ray Rice. 11 guys with bolts on their buckets and about 8 of them just assumed someone else would make the tackle. And no one did. And Charger fan save your nonsense about the refs gifting Rice that spot. So they gave him the last half yard: your defense gave him the first 28 and a half, so save it... You're a punch line now.
Shoot, Rice was even dropping rhymes about you. Nursery rhymes that is: "Check down. Hey diddle didle, Ray Rice up the middle." Right. And the cow jumped over the moon. And the dish ran away with the spoon. And the head coach will get whacked real soon.
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Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Steeler Fan, Its Time To Panic
Rome Take from Monday, Nov. 26
Steeler Fan: it's time. Go ahead and panic. And start praying for Ben Roethlisberger's aorta. Because if his ribs don't get right soon, Pittsburgh is going to get run right into the offseason. And I'll give you 9 reasons why.
Reason #1: you just lost to Cleveland. Reasons 2 through 9: the eight turnovers they (puked) onto that field. Steeler Fan, remember your rap? That you'd be just fine without Big Ben, because you have four backs that can tote the rock? Well… all four of them fumbled yesterday.
And so much for the thought that Charlie Batch's experience would keep that train on the tracks. You're confusing experienced with old as dirt. Didn't dude used to back up Terry Bradshaw? Batch isn't holding down the fort, he's lighting it on fire. Look… you can turn it over 7 times and still beat the Browns. But not 8. And if you do it against Baltimore this week, you'll lose by 8 touchdowns.
When I entered Eastern Michigan University, Batch was just starting his NFL career! Not to mention, I believe Batch received TWO extra years. SIX years of college football. Yes, he's old as dirt!
Steeler Fan: it's time. Go ahead and panic. And start praying for Ben Roethlisberger's aorta. Because if his ribs don't get right soon, Pittsburgh is going to get run right into the offseason. And I'll give you 9 reasons why.
Reason #1: you just lost to Cleveland. Reasons 2 through 9: the eight turnovers they (puked) onto that field. Steeler Fan, remember your rap? That you'd be just fine without Big Ben, because you have four backs that can tote the rock? Well… all four of them fumbled yesterday.
And so much for the thought that Charlie Batch's experience would keep that train on the tracks. You're confusing experienced with old as dirt. Didn't dude used to back up Terry Bradshaw? Batch isn't holding down the fort, he's lighting it on fire. Look… you can turn it over 7 times and still beat the Browns. But not 8. And if you do it against Baltimore this week, you'll lose by 8 touchdowns.
When I entered Eastern Michigan University, Batch was just starting his NFL career! Not to mention, I believe Batch received TWO extra years. SIX years of college football. Yes, he's old as dirt!
Thursday, February 16, 2012
In The Jungle
You know you're big time if you're in "The Jungle" and Draymond Green "visited" yesterday on the Jim Rome Show. He's definately the difference in MSU's season. What an impact he makes now that he's 40 lbs lighter than other years.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Rome Takes
I meant to post this 3 months ago just haven't had time. Either way, still excellent Rome takes. Sorry they are so long, but those were funny at the time. September 30, 2011
Worst 3 Minutes In Red Sox History
As for the Red Sox, where do I even start? Give me some space; this is going to take sometime. While that may have been an epic night for the sport, it has to be the worst three minutes in Red Sox history. And given that they were the ones that sold Babe Ruth to the Yankees and have suffered some of the sport’s most monumental collapses ever, that’s really saying something. And I couldn’t be more proud of you fellas. I mean, I did call it right here yesterday, but I didn’t say it would go down like that. No one could have seen that coming. I know I didn’t. Because the Red Sox I saw for most of last night’s game were not the same guys who had gripped their way through September, choking away a 9 game lead in less than a month. No, these cats were different. They were composed, confident and on the verge of getting over. And just when it looked like they were going to choke, meltdown…, and win…, they dug deep, clutched up and found a way to implode. In the most spectacular chowd fashion. It would have been so easy just to give in, fold their tents and win that game. But they refused to let the dream die and I couldn’t be more proud of the way they manned up. And cowboy downed.
But again, I had my doubts: especially in the 9th when Jonathan Papelbon hit the bump. Terry Francona had gone to him time and time again, and he had to be hanging. But you’d never know it seeing him gas the first two batters he faced. The dude’s a horse, he was peaking on adrenaline, and the Orioles were seriously overmatched. They couldn’t catch up to his filth. Dude looked like he wanted to fight the entire City of Baltimore: he was just giving off this vibe of: this all ends right now: we’re not choking. Not on my watch. Get on my back losers; I’ll finish this thing myself. But then, instead of going to the rosin bag, he reached for his gas can instead, dousing the infield…and fired off one of his blue tips. And that blaze sparked dramatically and spread tragically.
Chris Davis doubles to right on the very first pitch. Tying run in scoring position and the Sox are no longer smirking in the dugout, they’re gripping. Hard. Up steps Nolan Reimold, .167 lifetime against Papelbon. But not this Papelbon. They had gone to him so many times: the adrenaline had to be draining, yet he just kept pumping fastball after fastball. He gets two strikes on Reimold and looks to reach back one last time. One strike away from choking and winning, Papelbon digs deep and keeps the dream alive by grooving one to Reimold, who whacks it into right field. Tie game! Now all hell is breaking loose: it’s really going to happen! The Sox are about to pull off the most catastrophic tank job ever in sports. Robert Andino then shoots a liner to left. And there’s Carl Crawford, Boston’s $142 million dollar bust and that ball is sinking quickly with the winning run on the move. He can’t come up with it, which isn’t going to make the Red Sox fans like him any more than they already don’t. The winning run scores and the choke is complete! Absolutely incredible! One strike away from at least forcing a playoff today in Tampa, the Sox are D.O.A. It was sudden and it was spectacular. Shell-shocked, they walk numb into the clubhouse, to get on their knees and hope the Yankees, who hate them, and have nothing to play for pick them up against the Rays in extra innings.
And no sooner do they arrive in the clubhouse; they see their worst nightmare unfolding. Evan Longoria digging in against Scott Proctor in the bottom of the 12th. Again, the Yankees had nothing on the line, the Rays everything, and they had already battled back from a 7-0, 7th inning deficit. And Longoria was the one who brought them back with a 3 runner. And now he was facing Proctor, the Yankees 11th pitcher of the night! And a dude who missed most of 2009 and 2010, had an ERA north of 7 and…well….is Scott Proctor. A huge mismatch that played out pretty much the way you’d think it would, given the situation: Uh-oh! Pandemonia: guarantee all the Red Sox hadn’t even settled into their barcaloungers to see Longoria cross home plate to wrap the worst three minutes in Red Sox history. And I couldn’t be more proud of them for it: as I always say, and have been hammering for the last two weeks: give me an A or give me an F. Staggering into the playoffs only to be murdered in the first round would have been worthless and utterly forgettable. But blowing a 9 game September lead and getting within one strike on the last day of the season of at least forcing a playoff and then having it all rip apart?! That’s epic. And legendary and will never be forgotten. Way to cowboy down, men. I knew you fellas had it in you, but you just surpassed even my wildest expectations. I couldn’t be more proud of you as if you were my own sons.
Man Down Boston
Although they looked terrified and did their absolute best to implode against Baltimore last night, the Red Sox somehow hung on and lived to fight one more day. Which is tremendous, because now it gives them the opportunity to pull off one of the most catastrophic tank jobs ever by choking out on day number 162. It couldn’t set up any better: Boston and Tampa Bay are in a dead - tie for the Wild Card. If they both win or both lose tonight, they play it off, sudden death tomorrow, in Tampa. But I don’t think the Sox are going to get it to tomorrow. I’ve said it before and obviously, I need to say it again right now, because the Sox are still actually trying. Blowing a 9 game September lead and staggering into the postseason like a battered fighter who’s out on his feet, only to eat one last haymaker in the postseason and go to sleep forever…, gets you nothing. There’s nothing memorable in that. But, blowing that huge lead, choking out on the last day of the season and missing the playoffs altogether: now, that’s legendary. That’s something Red Sox fans will take with them to their graves. Stop thinking you just need to get in, any way possible, hit the reboot button, and start over from scratch. That ain’t happening. There’s no force quit on this tank job: you can’t reboot off this meltdown: you’re too beat up mentally and physically. There is no new season for you once the playoffs start. So man down…and finish it right now. And it says here, they will.
Because from where I’m sitting there’s not a whole lot to like about Boston tonight. They’re running Jon Lester out there, who is coming off his worst start of the season and is taking the ball on three day’s rest. And they’re battling a Baltimore team that is looking to make their season by wrecking Boston’s. The O’s are battling Boston like it’s the World Series. The O’s are in last place. This is their World Series. Buck Showalter probably has the champagne on ice and the lockers covered in plastic for when the O’s rip the Sox hearts’ out tonight. The Rays, meanwhile, are sending their ace David Price to the bump against a Yankees team that has nothing to play for. They’ve already wrapped up the home field throughout, and they’re not doing anything to jeopardize their chances in the playoffs. And you know they’re not looking to pick the Red Sox up in any way. The Rays are playing with house money while the Red Sox are playing with their hands around their throats. Hard to imagine this ending any other way but horribly for the Red Sox.
Worst 3 Minutes In Red Sox History
As for the Red Sox, where do I even start? Give me some space; this is going to take sometime. While that may have been an epic night for the sport, it has to be the worst three minutes in Red Sox history. And given that they were the ones that sold Babe Ruth to the Yankees and have suffered some of the sport’s most monumental collapses ever, that’s really saying something. And I couldn’t be more proud of you fellas. I mean, I did call it right here yesterday, but I didn’t say it would go down like that. No one could have seen that coming. I know I didn’t. Because the Red Sox I saw for most of last night’s game were not the same guys who had gripped their way through September, choking away a 9 game lead in less than a month. No, these cats were different. They were composed, confident and on the verge of getting over. And just when it looked like they were going to choke, meltdown…, and win…, they dug deep, clutched up and found a way to implode. In the most spectacular chowd fashion. It would have been so easy just to give in, fold their tents and win that game. But they refused to let the dream die and I couldn’t be more proud of the way they manned up. And cowboy downed.
But again, I had my doubts: especially in the 9th when Jonathan Papelbon hit the bump. Terry Francona had gone to him time and time again, and he had to be hanging. But you’d never know it seeing him gas the first two batters he faced. The dude’s a horse, he was peaking on adrenaline, and the Orioles were seriously overmatched. They couldn’t catch up to his filth. Dude looked like he wanted to fight the entire City of Baltimore: he was just giving off this vibe of: this all ends right now: we’re not choking. Not on my watch. Get on my back losers; I’ll finish this thing myself. But then, instead of going to the rosin bag, he reached for his gas can instead, dousing the infield…and fired off one of his blue tips. And that blaze sparked dramatically and spread tragically.
Chris Davis doubles to right on the very first pitch. Tying run in scoring position and the Sox are no longer smirking in the dugout, they’re gripping. Hard. Up steps Nolan Reimold, .167 lifetime against Papelbon. But not this Papelbon. They had gone to him so many times: the adrenaline had to be draining, yet he just kept pumping fastball after fastball. He gets two strikes on Reimold and looks to reach back one last time. One strike away from choking and winning, Papelbon digs deep and keeps the dream alive by grooving one to Reimold, who whacks it into right field. Tie game! Now all hell is breaking loose: it’s really going to happen! The Sox are about to pull off the most catastrophic tank job ever in sports. Robert Andino then shoots a liner to left. And there’s Carl Crawford, Boston’s $142 million dollar bust and that ball is sinking quickly with the winning run on the move. He can’t come up with it, which isn’t going to make the Red Sox fans like him any more than they already don’t. The winning run scores and the choke is complete! Absolutely incredible! One strike away from at least forcing a playoff today in Tampa, the Sox are D.O.A. It was sudden and it was spectacular. Shell-shocked, they walk numb into the clubhouse, to get on their knees and hope the Yankees, who hate them, and have nothing to play for pick them up against the Rays in extra innings.
And no sooner do they arrive in the clubhouse; they see their worst nightmare unfolding. Evan Longoria digging in against Scott Proctor in the bottom of the 12th. Again, the Yankees had nothing on the line, the Rays everything, and they had already battled back from a 7-0, 7th inning deficit. And Longoria was the one who brought them back with a 3 runner. And now he was facing Proctor, the Yankees 11th pitcher of the night! And a dude who missed most of 2009 and 2010, had an ERA north of 7 and…well….is Scott Proctor. A huge mismatch that played out pretty much the way you’d think it would, given the situation: Uh-oh! Pandemonia: guarantee all the Red Sox hadn’t even settled into their barcaloungers to see Longoria cross home plate to wrap the worst three minutes in Red Sox history. And I couldn’t be more proud of them for it: as I always say, and have been hammering for the last two weeks: give me an A or give me an F. Staggering into the playoffs only to be murdered in the first round would have been worthless and utterly forgettable. But blowing a 9 game September lead and getting within one strike on the last day of the season of at least forcing a playoff and then having it all rip apart?! That’s epic. And legendary and will never be forgotten. Way to cowboy down, men. I knew you fellas had it in you, but you just surpassed even my wildest expectations. I couldn’t be more proud of you as if you were my own sons.
Man Down Boston
Although they looked terrified and did their absolute best to implode against Baltimore last night, the Red Sox somehow hung on and lived to fight one more day. Which is tremendous, because now it gives them the opportunity to pull off one of the most catastrophic tank jobs ever by choking out on day number 162. It couldn’t set up any better: Boston and Tampa Bay are in a dead - tie for the Wild Card. If they both win or both lose tonight, they play it off, sudden death tomorrow, in Tampa. But I don’t think the Sox are going to get it to tomorrow. I’ve said it before and obviously, I need to say it again right now, because the Sox are still actually trying. Blowing a 9 game September lead and staggering into the postseason like a battered fighter who’s out on his feet, only to eat one last haymaker in the postseason and go to sleep forever…, gets you nothing. There’s nothing memorable in that. But, blowing that huge lead, choking out on the last day of the season and missing the playoffs altogether: now, that’s legendary. That’s something Red Sox fans will take with them to their graves. Stop thinking you just need to get in, any way possible, hit the reboot button, and start over from scratch. That ain’t happening. There’s no force quit on this tank job: you can’t reboot off this meltdown: you’re too beat up mentally and physically. There is no new season for you once the playoffs start. So man down…and finish it right now. And it says here, they will.
Because from where I’m sitting there’s not a whole lot to like about Boston tonight. They’re running Jon Lester out there, who is coming off his worst start of the season and is taking the ball on three day’s rest. And they’re battling a Baltimore team that is looking to make their season by wrecking Boston’s. The O’s are battling Boston like it’s the World Series. The O’s are in last place. This is their World Series. Buck Showalter probably has the champagne on ice and the lockers covered in plastic for when the O’s rip the Sox hearts’ out tonight. The Rays, meanwhile, are sending their ace David Price to the bump against a Yankees team that has nothing to play for. They’ve already wrapped up the home field throughout, and they’re not doing anything to jeopardize their chances in the playoffs. And you know they’re not looking to pick the Red Sox up in any way. The Rays are playing with house money while the Red Sox are playing with their hands around their throats. Hard to imagine this ending any other way but horribly for the Red Sox.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Drunk Again
I was going to write something about Miguel Cabrera's latest alcohol problems and lament that he didn't take breath test and so rob us of the opportunity to compare his batting average to his blood alcohol level, but I think Rome has already covered it pretty well. An excerpt:
Maybe Miguel Cabrera hasn’t cleaned up, dried out and isn’t flying straight after all. Not if he’s getting picked up for DUI, and throwing the ‘do you know who I am card while taking a swig from a bottle of scotch right in front of a deputy on the side of the road, he hasn’t. And not just any scotch but James Buchanan. That’s supermarket scotch. If you’re going down like that, may as well take a big swing and throw back the Macallan 25. And how about that mug shot: my man, that’s not for your baseball card. You’re getting your picture taken by the cops. Not Topps.
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Rome Take 11-30-10
Another Memorable Cardinal Presser
No, it wasn’t Denny Green good as some of you seem to think, but Cardinals Q.B. Derek Anderson snapping after last night’s loss during questioning from the media was pretty epic. Look, I know plenty of you are insulted that this guy would display any emotion other than rage at the end of another humiliating blowout. And that laughing at the end of a game like that speaks to his utter lack of desire and competitiveness….blah blah blah. You know what, probably not. I don’t know what Deuce Lutui hit him with on the sideline. Maybe it was something like, “Hey D,; how funny is it that we’re the Monday nighter? How bent do you think ESPN and the rest of America are? That’s funny. Maybe he was just picking his guy up with some gallows humor. Unfortunately that’s the issue: we don’t know, because Anderson wouldn’t tell us. Although Philip Rivers and Tom Brady wouldn’t do it, I don’t have a huge problem with Derek Anderson cracking a smile on the bench. He’s Derek Anderson. My problem is with how he reacted to being questioned about it. He put on a clinic on how not to handle that situation.
It was like a step by step guide on exactly what not to do at the podium. Step one, laughing at the end of a blowout loss during a disastrous year, does look pretty bad; when asked about it, throw the ‘It’s none of your business card. Then, if that doesn’t deter the questioner, start lying. Say you weren’t even laughing. Then, when caught in your lie, aggressively starting pounding away with, “That’s fine. That’s fine”. And be sure to say it no less than a dozen times. Then when it’s clear you’re wrong, and backed into a corner, try to fight your way off the ropes. Come out swinging. Switch from defense to offense. Attempt to intimidate and back down the questioner; mix in some profanity. Whine about how hard you work. And then if all that doesn’t work, take a knee and just bust out of there. What a perfect fail by Anderson. Every read he made at the presser was the wrong one and every pass he threw was picked and housed. Only after falling behind by 9 T.D.’s did he finally throw one into the stands, pull the rip chord and just eject from the whole proceeding. Just remember, D.A. the cover-up is always worse than the crime.
No, it wasn’t Denny Green good as some of you seem to think, but Cardinals Q.B. Derek Anderson snapping after last night’s loss during questioning from the media was pretty epic. Look, I know plenty of you are insulted that this guy would display any emotion other than rage at the end of another humiliating blowout. And that laughing at the end of a game like that speaks to his utter lack of desire and competitiveness….blah blah blah. You know what, probably not. I don’t know what Deuce Lutui hit him with on the sideline. Maybe it was something like, “Hey D,; how funny is it that we’re the Monday nighter? How bent do you think ESPN and the rest of America are? That’s funny. Maybe he was just picking his guy up with some gallows humor. Unfortunately that’s the issue: we don’t know, because Anderson wouldn’t tell us. Although Philip Rivers and Tom Brady wouldn’t do it, I don’t have a huge problem with Derek Anderson cracking a smile on the bench. He’s Derek Anderson. My problem is with how he reacted to being questioned about it. He put on a clinic on how not to handle that situation.
It was like a step by step guide on exactly what not to do at the podium. Step one, laughing at the end of a blowout loss during a disastrous year, does look pretty bad; when asked about it, throw the ‘It’s none of your business card. Then, if that doesn’t deter the questioner, start lying. Say you weren’t even laughing. Then, when caught in your lie, aggressively starting pounding away with, “That’s fine. That’s fine”. And be sure to say it no less than a dozen times. Then when it’s clear you’re wrong, and backed into a corner, try to fight your way off the ropes. Come out swinging. Switch from defense to offense. Attempt to intimidate and back down the questioner; mix in some profanity. Whine about how hard you work. And then if all that doesn’t work, take a knee and just bust out of there. What a perfect fail by Anderson. Every read he made at the presser was the wrong one and every pass he threw was picked and housed. Only after falling behind by 9 T.D.’s did he finally throw one into the stands, pull the rip chord and just eject from the whole proceeding. Just remember, D.A. the cover-up is always worse than the crime.
Monday, November 08, 2010
Two Piles On McNabb
Rome Take: 11-3-10
With all the fire Donovan McNabb has been taking lately, you knew it was just a matter of time before his old pal Terrell Owens piled on. And he just did. On his reality show; “Well, I don’t really want to start anything, but I did play in the Super Bowl and there were rumors where he couldn’t get our two minute offense going at the end of the game. I’m just saying.” Vintage, Two. Anytime anyone says ‘I don’t really want to start anything’, they’re there to do just one thing. Start something. And if they cap it with, ‘I’m just saying’ what they really mean is, “Yeah, I said it.” You got a problem with it? You wanna go? The problem I have…is not that he said it, but rather, what he said; that there were rumors that he couldn’t get the two minute offense going at the end of the game? You mean the rumors you yourself started, when you laid the guy out for getting sick in the huddle during the Super Bowl? Those rumors?
C’mon, man; you’re a talk show host now, Two; you don’t couch things with ‘there were rumors, or people will say:’…. Let it rip; just say it. The man couldn’t run the two minute drill when I was with him in Philly, and obviously he can’t run it now, which is why Mike Shanahan jerked him out of there. Shoot straight, don’t pull any punches. You know, like your co-host Ochocinco, who let it rip by simply saying, “If anyone out there feels that Rex Grossman gives the Washington Redskins a better chance than Donovan McNabb to win a game with two minutes left on the clock-they need to slap they selves.” Word, Chad. And Mike Shanahan really needs to stop jerking his Q.B.’s around, because John Elway ain’t coming through that door.
But JaMarcus Russell did. And apparently bent the scale at 286 on arrival. Is this for real? Shanahan has concerns about McNabb’s cardiovascular endurance but brought in a guy who ate his way out of the league and showed up weighing 286? Hey Mike, are you looking to motivate McNabb or fight him? Because, calling into question a guy’s work ethic and then bringing in JaMarcus Russell for a look is a reason to go. And JaMarcus, you do know you were interviewing for McNabb’s gig and not Albert Haynesworth’s right? Because unless you’re looking to put a hand in the ground, you’ve got no business showing up weighing 286. You had a better chance of locking down that gig by skipping that interview altogether than showing up a few double-doubles south of 3 bills. My man, what’s it going to be. Are you going to accept the label of biggest bust ever, or is your pride going to kick in at some point and are you going to do what you have to do to salvage what’s left of your good name. I mean, what have you been doing in the nearly six months since you were released? Because it’s pretty clear what you haven’t been doing; getting within 500 feet of a treadmill. If that reported weight is accurate, then nothing has changed and you haven’t learned anything. And if that’s the case, why bother at all? Just tell teams, I got paid, I’m going to keep on rocking the Ja-Walrus Ruffles handle and I’m good. Or get in the gym and re-write your legacy.
With all the fire Donovan McNabb has been taking lately, you knew it was just a matter of time before his old pal Terrell Owens piled on. And he just did. On his reality show; “Well, I don’t really want to start anything, but I did play in the Super Bowl and there were rumors where he couldn’t get our two minute offense going at the end of the game. I’m just saying.” Vintage, Two. Anytime anyone says ‘I don’t really want to start anything’, they’re there to do just one thing. Start something. And if they cap it with, ‘I’m just saying’ what they really mean is, “Yeah, I said it.” You got a problem with it? You wanna go? The problem I have…is not that he said it, but rather, what he said; that there were rumors that he couldn’t get the two minute offense going at the end of the game? You mean the rumors you yourself started, when you laid the guy out for getting sick in the huddle during the Super Bowl? Those rumors?
C’mon, man; you’re a talk show host now, Two; you don’t couch things with ‘there were rumors, or people will say:’…. Let it rip; just say it. The man couldn’t run the two minute drill when I was with him in Philly, and obviously he can’t run it now, which is why Mike Shanahan jerked him out of there. Shoot straight, don’t pull any punches. You know, like your co-host Ochocinco, who let it rip by simply saying, “If anyone out there feels that Rex Grossman gives the Washington Redskins a better chance than Donovan McNabb to win a game with two minutes left on the clock-they need to slap they selves.” Word, Chad. And Mike Shanahan really needs to stop jerking his Q.B.’s around, because John Elway ain’t coming through that door.
But JaMarcus Russell did. And apparently bent the scale at 286 on arrival. Is this for real? Shanahan has concerns about McNabb’s cardiovascular endurance but brought in a guy who ate his way out of the league and showed up weighing 286? Hey Mike, are you looking to motivate McNabb or fight him? Because, calling into question a guy’s work ethic and then bringing in JaMarcus Russell for a look is a reason to go. And JaMarcus, you do know you were interviewing for McNabb’s gig and not Albert Haynesworth’s right? Because unless you’re looking to put a hand in the ground, you’ve got no business showing up weighing 286. You had a better chance of locking down that gig by skipping that interview altogether than showing up a few double-doubles south of 3 bills. My man, what’s it going to be. Are you going to accept the label of biggest bust ever, or is your pride going to kick in at some point and are you going to do what you have to do to salvage what’s left of your good name. I mean, what have you been doing in the nearly six months since you were released? Because it’s pretty clear what you haven’t been doing; getting within 500 feet of a treadmill. If that reported weight is accurate, then nothing has changed and you haven’t learned anything. And if that’s the case, why bother at all? Just tell teams, I got paid, I’m going to keep on rocking the Ja-Walrus Ruffles handle and I’m good. Or get in the gym and re-write your legacy.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Rome Take - 10/18/10
Cowboys Self Destruct Again
The Cowboys not only lost a must win game, but completely self-destructed again, proving they are the most undisciplined, overrated, underachieving team in the NFL. Their deal is pretty clear by now; overwhelm the opponent with yards. Then, double them up with penalties…the types of penalties that take points of the board and kill drives. A flag that took away a 68 yard T.D. for Miles Austin and a 34 yard punt return for Dez Bryant.
Those types of penalties…and while you’re at it, go ahead and allow another kickoff return for a T.D. because you’re good enough to overcome that…and send another kickoff out of bounds. That’s a 1-4 football team that looks like a 4-12 football team, but with 12-4 talent. But don’t tell that to receiver Roy Williams. Uh-oh. Although everyone else in the world says you are what your record says you are, Roy says the Cowboys aren’t; “Are we a 1-4 football team? Not but yes. We’re undefeated in these losses. Cowboys are 4-0 because we beat ourselves. We beat ourselves in all of these losses.” Awesome. Even for you, Roy. That’s funny; I thought you were in last place. When you’re really in first place. My bad. I thought you choked away another one to Minnesota Sunday, when you really laid a beat down on them. When the postseason starts, Roy will be at the stadium, in his gear, ready to go. And security will be like, uh, Mr. Williams, can I help you? Yeah, you can help me; by getting the hell out of my way, so I can get on the field; I have a game to play. Uhh, Mr. Williams, you’re not playing today; y’all finished 4-12. No we didn’t fool, we finished 14-2; we were 10-0 in those games we lost, because we beat ourselves; now, get the hell out of my way, before someone gets hurt. They’re not only the most undisciplined and overrated team in the NFL, they’re the most deluded and myopic. And it all starts with the head coach. And of course, Jerry Jones reminded everyone that he has never fired a coach in the middle of a season and is not going to right now. Whatever. It’s not like there’s anyone on his staff who could do any better than Phillips anyway. But you know Jerry’s working his list, looking for Philips replacement. Time to look in the mirror once again Jerry: do you want to win, or do you want to absolute authority; because the two are not mutually exclusive. If you want to hire a puppet that you can manipulate and roll over, go find another doughy son of a coach who is better suited to coordinate a defense than lead men. But if you want to win, and get the most out of the talent you’ve acquired, you better take a big swing and hire a legitimate leader and head coach. A guy who will motivate, instill discipline and hold guys accountable. Again, do you want to win, or do you want a guy who will yes you and who you can control. It’s one or the other; make up your mind what’s more important. Better to get a little less credit on a winning team, than to get all of the credit on a loser.
The Cowboys not only lost a must win game, but completely self-destructed again, proving they are the most undisciplined, overrated, underachieving team in the NFL. Their deal is pretty clear by now; overwhelm the opponent with yards. Then, double them up with penalties…the types of penalties that take points of the board and kill drives. A flag that took away a 68 yard T.D. for Miles Austin and a 34 yard punt return for Dez Bryant.
Those types of penalties…and while you’re at it, go ahead and allow another kickoff return for a T.D. because you’re good enough to overcome that…and send another kickoff out of bounds. That’s a 1-4 football team that looks like a 4-12 football team, but with 12-4 talent. But don’t tell that to receiver Roy Williams. Uh-oh. Although everyone else in the world says you are what your record says you are, Roy says the Cowboys aren’t; “Are we a 1-4 football team? Not but yes. We’re undefeated in these losses. Cowboys are 4-0 because we beat ourselves. We beat ourselves in all of these losses.” Awesome. Even for you, Roy. That’s funny; I thought you were in last place. When you’re really in first place. My bad. I thought you choked away another one to Minnesota Sunday, when you really laid a beat down on them. When the postseason starts, Roy will be at the stadium, in his gear, ready to go. And security will be like, uh, Mr. Williams, can I help you? Yeah, you can help me; by getting the hell out of my way, so I can get on the field; I have a game to play. Uhh, Mr. Williams, you’re not playing today; y’all finished 4-12. No we didn’t fool, we finished 14-2; we were 10-0 in those games we lost, because we beat ourselves; now, get the hell out of my way, before someone gets hurt. They’re not only the most undisciplined and overrated team in the NFL, they’re the most deluded and myopic. And it all starts with the head coach. And of course, Jerry Jones reminded everyone that he has never fired a coach in the middle of a season and is not going to right now. Whatever. It’s not like there’s anyone on his staff who could do any better than Phillips anyway. But you know Jerry’s working his list, looking for Philips replacement. Time to look in the mirror once again Jerry: do you want to win, or do you want to absolute authority; because the two are not mutually exclusive. If you want to hire a puppet that you can manipulate and roll over, go find another doughy son of a coach who is better suited to coordinate a defense than lead men. But if you want to win, and get the most out of the talent you’ve acquired, you better take a big swing and hire a legitimate leader and head coach. A guy who will motivate, instill discipline and hold guys accountable. Again, do you want to win, or do you want a guy who will yes you and who you can control. It’s one or the other; make up your mind what’s more important. Better to get a little less credit on a winning team, than to get all of the credit on a loser.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Rome Take - 9/22/10
Andy Reid Flip Flops
Andy Reid’s flip-flop on his quarterback may be stunning, but his decision’s not. Stunning, because Reid had reiterated just a day earlier than Kevin Kolb was his starter. Something he shouldn’t have done. His mistake is not giving the ball to Michael Vick now, but rather in continuing to say Kevin Kolb was his starter. He shouldn’t have done that. But, starting Michael Vick over Kolb is the right call.
I’ve never understood this notion that guys can’t lose their job to injury. Why not? You go with the guy who gives you best chance to win, not the guy who was supposed to be the guy and then got his bell rung. Is there anyone anywhere, who doesn’t think Vick, who clearly has gotten his freak back, doesn’t give them a better chance to win than Kolb right now? Vick’s explosiveness has returned, he’s making much better decisions with the ball and beating people with his arm as well as his legs. For the first time ever, the guy looks like a quarterback… a quarterback who can run, as opposed to a runner who can sometimes throw. Credit to Reid for not doing what we all thought he would do, the thing he’s always done. Bad break for Kolb but this is the right call. And no, Reid has not lost Kolb because of the way he handled this.. Sure, he should have handled it better, but Kolb’s not going to Pippen Reid if and when he does come back to him. Kolb’s nice but he has three career starts: its’ not like Reid is jerking around Joe Montana in his prime. Kolb will be ready if and when Reid comes back to him. And if he can’t get beyond this, then they were wrong about him in the first place.
Andy Reid’s flip-flop on his quarterback may be stunning, but his decision’s not. Stunning, because Reid had reiterated just a day earlier than Kevin Kolb was his starter. Something he shouldn’t have done. His mistake is not giving the ball to Michael Vick now, but rather in continuing to say Kevin Kolb was his starter. He shouldn’t have done that. But, starting Michael Vick over Kolb is the right call.
I’ve never understood this notion that guys can’t lose their job to injury. Why not? You go with the guy who gives you best chance to win, not the guy who was supposed to be the guy and then got his bell rung. Is there anyone anywhere, who doesn’t think Vick, who clearly has gotten his freak back, doesn’t give them a better chance to win than Kolb right now? Vick’s explosiveness has returned, he’s making much better decisions with the ball and beating people with his arm as well as his legs. For the first time ever, the guy looks like a quarterback… a quarterback who can run, as opposed to a runner who can sometimes throw. Credit to Reid for not doing what we all thought he would do, the thing he’s always done. Bad break for Kolb but this is the right call. And no, Reid has not lost Kolb because of the way he handled this.. Sure, he should have handled it better, but Kolb’s not going to Pippen Reid if and when he does come back to him. Kolb’s nice but he has three career starts: its’ not like Reid is jerking around Joe Montana in his prime. Kolb will be ready if and when Reid comes back to him. And if he can’t get beyond this, then they were wrong about him in the first place.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Rome Take - 9/15/10
Rainey Not Easy On Urb
Florida Gators burner Chris Rainey is the guy Urb is trying mold into Percy Harvin 2.0. He shows up everywhere; the backfield…the slot…out wide…and in his new position, the slammer. Rainey was arrested on a charge of aggravated stalking after he sent a woman a text that said…wait for it…. “Time to die.” What? That’s illegal now? You can’t do that?
Seriously, you actually looked down at that text after thumbing it out and still hit send. Time to die?! You shouldn’t be sending women text messages that sound like Steven Seagal movies. You didn’t send her…. “Trust me, you’re not hard to kill,” you’re on ‘deadly ground’ and you’re “Marked for death” follow up texts, did you? Your problem now, Rainey, is the police are ‘out for justice.’ Especially after you reportedly sent her a text while she was with them, saying, “Wait and see what happens when they leave.” What happens is, they go to right your apartment and throw on the silver bracelets. That’s what happens. Pretty smooth start for the 2010 Gators; they can’t execute a snap in the opener. They struggle again in Week 2. And then their biggest game breaker gets tossed in the cooler. Time to update Urb’s scorecard in Gainesville; 2 National Titles…3 BCS appearances…one cheesy SI cover…and 29 players facing charges during his tenure. You had already blown by Mark Richt on the field and now you’re trying to run him down off it as well. Winning the BCS title good; winning the SEC criminal title bad. I can’t imagine players send women ‘Time to die’ texts is going to be good for Urb’s ticker.
Florida Gators burner Chris Rainey is the guy Urb is trying mold into Percy Harvin 2.0. He shows up everywhere; the backfield…the slot…out wide…and in his new position, the slammer. Rainey was arrested on a charge of aggravated stalking after he sent a woman a text that said…wait for it…. “Time to die.” What? That’s illegal now? You can’t do that?
Seriously, you actually looked down at that text after thumbing it out and still hit send. Time to die?! You shouldn’t be sending women text messages that sound like Steven Seagal movies. You didn’t send her…. “Trust me, you’re not hard to kill,” you’re on ‘deadly ground’ and you’re “Marked for death” follow up texts, did you? Your problem now, Rainey, is the police are ‘out for justice.’ Especially after you reportedly sent her a text while she was with them, saying, “Wait and see what happens when they leave.” What happens is, they go to right your apartment and throw on the silver bracelets. That’s what happens. Pretty smooth start for the 2010 Gators; they can’t execute a snap in the opener. They struggle again in Week 2. And then their biggest game breaker gets tossed in the cooler. Time to update Urb’s scorecard in Gainesville; 2 National Titles…3 BCS appearances…one cheesy SI cover…and 29 players facing charges during his tenure. You had already blown by Mark Richt on the field and now you’re trying to run him down off it as well. Winning the BCS title good; winning the SEC criminal title bad. I can’t imagine players send women ‘Time to die’ texts is going to be good for Urb’s ticker.
Rome Take - 9/16/10
Lucky Number 30 For Urb
We covered Florida Gator Chris Rainey’s arrest earlier in the week. That’s the 30th arrest of the Urb Meyer era in Gainesville. And Urb has just about enough of his players getting hammered by the heat, “I’m real upset about it.” Real upset that your guys can’t stay down, or real upset that people are cracking on you for running a dirty program: “We do our best to win games. Dirty program? It’s not a dirty program. We follow the rules and some guys make mistakes and we gotta correct those mistakes. We follow the rules and we do it the right way at Florida and we have to do a better job of correcting some of the people making mistakes.” Look, you may follow the NCAA rules, but your players aren’t following the rules of society.
Not if 30 of them are getting arrested in 5 years, they’re not. Fine, you’re not running a dirty program; would you prefer rogue or are we just splitting hairs now? And stop calling arrests, mistakes. A mistake is forgetting to set your alarm clock, or getting off on the wrong off ramp. An arrest is an arrest. And 30 of them in five years is about 25 too many. Mark Richt thinks this has gotten away from you Urb, and the people cracking on you for it aren’t the problem, the guys getting arrested are.
We covered Florida Gator Chris Rainey’s arrest earlier in the week. That’s the 30th arrest of the Urb Meyer era in Gainesville. And Urb has just about enough of his players getting hammered by the heat, “I’m real upset about it.” Real upset that your guys can’t stay down, or real upset that people are cracking on you for running a dirty program: “We do our best to win games. Dirty program? It’s not a dirty program. We follow the rules and some guys make mistakes and we gotta correct those mistakes. We follow the rules and we do it the right way at Florida and we have to do a better job of correcting some of the people making mistakes.” Look, you may follow the NCAA rules, but your players aren’t following the rules of society.
Not if 30 of them are getting arrested in 5 years, they’re not. Fine, you’re not running a dirty program; would you prefer rogue or are we just splitting hairs now? And stop calling arrests, mistakes. A mistake is forgetting to set your alarm clock, or getting off on the wrong off ramp. An arrest is an arrest. And 30 of them in five years is about 25 too many. Mark Richt thinks this has gotten away from you Urb, and the people cracking on you for it aren’t the problem, the guys getting arrested are.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Rome Take - 9/10/10
NFL Players Show Solidarity
I understood the players show of solidarity on the field before the game. Just don’t expect the fans to, because most of them don’t. The players were looking to send a message to the owners, we’re unified, we’re strong, we’re focused, we’re informed and we’re ready to battle. They were also looking to let the fans know, there’s a problem here, but we’re not it. We’re not looking to strike; they’re want to lock us out and break us down. Good idea. Too bad it backfired.
You can be “Right” but in the fans eyes, you’re almost always wrong. They don’t want to know the issues. They don’t care about the issues. In fact, there’s nothing they hate more than Millionaires v. Billionaires fighting over something they themselves will never see in a million lifetimes. They want to know one thing that after another crummy week, punching the clock, having their boss and their better halves ride them that they can settle in for few pops on Sunday and enjoy the game. And after grinding through the entire offseason, the last thing they want is for you to remind them, on the field, in the first game of the year, of what they’re about to get ripped from them next year. The players may think the fans should care, but they don’t. I don’t begrudge the players what they make, if I could do what they do, I’d want mine too, and trust me so would every single one of you listening. But that’s the problem; the fans can’t do what the players can do, which is causing the resentment. And the only thing they hate more that what the players make is thinking the players are complaining they don’t make enough. Bottom line; fight for what you think is right; just don’t expect the fans to understand, because they don’t. And never will.
I understood the players show of solidarity on the field before the game. Just don’t expect the fans to, because most of them don’t. The players were looking to send a message to the owners, we’re unified, we’re strong, we’re focused, we’re informed and we’re ready to battle. They were also looking to let the fans know, there’s a problem here, but we’re not it. We’re not looking to strike; they’re want to lock us out and break us down. Good idea. Too bad it backfired.
You can be “Right” but in the fans eyes, you’re almost always wrong. They don’t want to know the issues. They don’t care about the issues. In fact, there’s nothing they hate more than Millionaires v. Billionaires fighting over something they themselves will never see in a million lifetimes. They want to know one thing that after another crummy week, punching the clock, having their boss and their better halves ride them that they can settle in for few pops on Sunday and enjoy the game. And after grinding through the entire offseason, the last thing they want is for you to remind them, on the field, in the first game of the year, of what they’re about to get ripped from them next year. The players may think the fans should care, but they don’t. I don’t begrudge the players what they make, if I could do what they do, I’d want mine too, and trust me so would every single one of you listening. But that’s the problem; the fans can’t do what the players can do, which is causing the resentment. And the only thing they hate more that what the players make is thinking the players are complaining they don’t make enough. Bottom line; fight for what you think is right; just don’t expect the fans to understand, because they don’t. And never will.
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