(KWMN)- I was gifted with a minor cold, which allowed me to stay inside the house for a full 48 hours this weekend. I watched all the sport.
With that said, the bowl games in college football, they just didn’t do it for me. I yearn for the playoff. I await the playoff, with a patient hand. And this weekend, we ride…
Chumps
NFL Referees. Is this bias? Sure. Do I care? No. Listen, I am a STAUNCH defender of NFL referees when I have no business being so. And what do they do? They turn their back on me, and they do their best to ruin my life. If you missed it–which I assume you did who would be watching the Saints and Commanders–In the final moments of the game, down seven, Spencer Rattler led the Saints to the goal line with no timeouts. During this play that the Saints got the ball at the 2-yard line, the clock miraculously stopped. For FOUR seconds, the clock didn’t move. This allowed the saints to have enough time to spike the ball, and score a touchdown, before they went for two, and didn’t convert. Yes, luckily, this doesn’t matter. What happens if it did? What happens if the Commies lose this game? I would be on the doorstep of Goodells billion-dollar mansion with pitch forks. It didn’t make a difference, so I can forgive. Remember this, though, I will not forget this moment, NFL referees, and you can be sure, I’ve defended you for my last time. Good Day!
The Oakl–Las Vegas Athletics. Yeahhhh the Las Vegas Athletics. Sounds horrific to the ear if you ask me. Allllll of a sudden they want to go out and do things for this putrid squad. Out of ~nowhere~ they now want to put some money into this team, huh. Dare I say they want to win games! Shocking how they now have the money to do this! Funniest part about this, is their big acquisitions have been a colossal overpay for Luis Severino and then trading for Jeffery Springs. With all due respect–two very mid players at best. I can’t foresee either of these players changing the outcome of the season for the A’s. Even so, it’s very low of an already morally corrupt ownership group. After decades of tanking, forcing their way out of Oakland, NOW they want to start trying to win games. Schmucks.
Brewers and Their Fans. I hate to call them chumps, but they lost the weekend, so I have to call them chumps. Over the weekend the Brewers traded away star closer Devin Williams to the New York Yankees. They get a solid starter in Nestor Cortes and a potential stud from the Yankees farm system. This could, by all means, be the right move. It may even work out for them. But that’s not what this is about. This is about ‘The Brewers Way.’ They find really talented players, prospects, veterans even, and they coach ’em up, they outperform expectations, and then they sell ’em to the highest bidder. Leaving the fans in the middle of a non-stop process that is, clobbering preseason projections, overachieving, providing hope, and then crushing the fan base at the perfect moment. I, for one, feel bad for my fellow Wisconsinites–Couldn’t be me though!
Chump of the Weekend:
The NCAA. Once again, the NCAA is proving to be the worst run entity in the history of the world. Over the weekend, Beau Pribula, backup QB at Penn State, announced his intent to transfer. This shortly preludes starting QB Drew Allar announcing that he will stay for another season at Penn State. The issue here, is obvious. WHY IS THE TRANSFER PORTAL OPEN WHEN THE SEASON HASN’T ENDED? Pribula said so himself, he had to ‘make the impossible decision.’ Either go to the playoff with the team you’ve been working every day for and completely screw yourself out of any chance at transferring to somewhere where you can start, OR, bail on your team. I despise the NCAA, and the worst part is, it’s the easiest fix. Just move back the transfer window until, I’m not sure let me think…AFTER THE PLAYOFFS END.
Champs
Josh Allen. I’m not sure many, if any, had a better weekend than Josh Allen. 362 and two scores through the air, 68 and two more scores on the ground. To put it into perspective, Lamar Jackson has better numbers than he had in his MVP winning season last year and He threw for five touchdowns on Sunday, and Josh Allen’s MVP odds jumped to -900. The dude has it locked up. I was one who said, maybe we shouldn’t anoint this cat just yet. I am fine admitting when I was wrong. An MVP is a player that forces the other team to kick an onside with 11 minutes to play because they know damn well, they won’t be stopping him. It’s Josh Allen’s award. Now, if he can just beat the Chiefs in January…
Teddy Bridgewater. Teddy Two Gloves!!!! The former Viking couldn’t catch a break in the NFL, as we know. He retires, and he heads to coaching. He gets the job at his Alma-Mater, Miami Northwestern. In year one, he wins the Florida State Championship. He outscored playoff opponents 262-12. He won the title game 41-0. Maybe coaching is this man’s calling? Wherever he goes, I’ll be rooting for two gloves, you best believe.
Jordan Love/Packer Fans. The Green Bay Packers are a prime example of privilege. And the fact that the universe will strike down on some, but not all. Jordan Love tied the franchise record for touchdowns in a QBs first 30 games at 56 with…you guessed it! Aaron Rodgers! Life is not fair! I don’t know what Jordan Love will be become. I will say this, though. If he can figure out how to throw a deep ball on a consistent basis, I believe the NFC, and specifically the NFC North, is in a fair amount of trouble. The conference already is in trouble with this guy. If he continues to get better, I just won’t be able to handle it. If the Packers get three straight HoFers, I will officially know for certain, that I am cursed.
Champ of the Weekend:
Dick Vitale. Dicky V Babbyyyyyyyy. Vitale announced over the weekend that he is once again cancer-free after his latest treatment. Closing out his X announcement with, “Yes, I’m cutting the nets down baby, it’s my National Championship!” Are you kidding me!!?? You’re going to make me cry baabbbyyyyy!! If I could make one thing possible, it would be for Dicky V to have one more season of college basketball in the booth. There will never, EVER be, another Dicky V.