Super Bowl Retrospective

Showing you what kind of life I live, I was forced to miss the first half of the Super Bowl because of an opera. Frick! I am definitely NOT messing with you either. I had to work on Super Sunday, which was super lame. Making it worse was the fact that I happened to be working an opera show. Sometimes house-managing reeeeeeally sucks. This was one of those times.

How Jerry Krause Changed My Life: Part III

Have you ever thrown out your back? It’s pure agony I tell you. Last night, while doing nothing more than the simple act of attempting to fall asleep, a disk in my upper back decided it wanted to take a vacation. I was flat on my stomach, pillows tightly gripped between my arms, and I flinched the slightest bit, prompting a chain-reaction of unbearable pain and blood-curling screams.

One trip to the doctor later finds me hopped up on meds – vicodin and muscle relaxers, – heeeeeeeeeeelllllllo MAMA!!! – trying to pound out a column while wondering where life went wrong for my back.

Ten Things I Hate About Major League Baseball

After last season’s epic blog about the ten aspects of Spring Training I hated, I wanted to write the sequel that widens its focus to the sport as a whole. If there are two things I hate most, it’s Bluetooth headsets and Lifetime Original Movies. If I had to add a third, it would be unnecessary movie remakes. Chew on those things as I jump to the next sentence, and more importantly, to the real topic of this blog.

The Ultimate Super Bowl Preview Chat: Bates vs. Nevares

The greatest week of the year is upon us; or at least the greatest week in February. The Super Bowl in all its splendor is here. Yes, literally here, in your living room, office or coffee shop where you are reading this piece of brilliance.

Regardless, the game is too big for just one writer to conquer. We need two. Nick Nevares, COME ON DOWN!

State of the (Sports) Union Address

In joining the millions of American’s watching President Obama’s State of the Union Address I couldn’t help but notice how funny it looks to have a standing - or at least, half-standing) – ovation every second or third sentence. Where else does that happen? Certainly not in sports.

Can you imagine if Brett Favre gave a State of the Union?

The Honesty Zone

As I sit here sipping my extra hot latte, with cinnamon sprinkled foam, occasionally dipping something called a truffle pop (cookie dough dipped in dark chocolate, on a stick) into my beverage; I can’t help but ponder why our society inevitably eschews from the truth so often. Especially in the world of sports.

Think about it. Off the top of my head, many of the biggest current stories have a layer of doubt or deceit overshadowing them. McGwire’s steroids admission? The Tiger and Elin bash? Lane Kiffin’s antics in Knoxville? Donald Sterling blowing up that alien space station because one of the aliens didn’t pay rent on time, therefore meaning all aliens are dirty, un-trustable scum-bags and shouldn’t be permitted to lease apartments?

(Ok, I made that last part up, but I think I’d believe almost anything hate-related, when it comes to the owner of the Clippers.)

Each of those topics have left us with a layer of doubt, which is why I’m introducing the Honesty Zone. Where lies don’t exist. Only the truth survives.

Mr. Match.com: Under the Bright Playoff Lights

The kid is back.

Months ago, I thought my career on Match had come to a screeching halt. I didn’t have the game to run with the young bucks. My e-mails went unreturned and I didn’t seem to have the talent to stay in the game. I felt lucky to have the chance to duck out the back door and find a relationship.

When that relationship came to an end, the competitive spirit came storming back. This time on Match was going to be different. The e-mails were going to get responses. My profile was going to be better. I needed to prove I could still hang in the big leagues.

Got Mail? (Clippers Edition)

Before we get to the Clippers mail, there is a bit of business to take care of. Someone needs to send the NFL a tweet or something, letting them know fans aren’t thrilled about their two-for-eight good game ratio. Aside from Cards/Packers and Jets/Chargers, the postseason has been a snooze-fest. I’ve had snot-rockets more captivating than that Colts victory.

But this isn’t about the NFL. This is an NBA column. Specifically, a Clippers column. Am I crazy? Can I pump out 1,500-2,000 words on L.A.’s most irrelevant franchise?

Calling All Clippers Fans

As much as I might regret this, consider this an all-call to the OTHER NBA fans in Los Angeles. Send me your questions, comments or stories for a Clippers only Got Mail? blog.

The Hodge Podge – TROJAN MAN!

 

It’s all about the Trojans these days. If you don’t have them, you want them. Or in Lane Kiffin’s case, you have one, but you kinda, sorta wish you didn’t. 

It’s been a whirlwind of a weekend for former Trojans, so much so, it’s be impossible for this USC fan to let another day go by without addressing some of the major happenings. 

Once the Lane Kiffin hiring was made official, I immediately sent a text Britton Dennis:

“I smell a Hodge Podge…”