What to watch for in this weekend’s biggest match-ups. Home team in ALL CAPS. Power rankings return next week.
SUNS over Heat (tonight) — What’s hotter, suns or actual heat? Well, “heat” is pretty non-specific. I’ll take Shaq’s current team over his previous one.
Cranberry Sauce over CRANBERRY JELLY — I like the stuff molded in the shape of the can, too, but whole berries and orange zest make a better condiment on the day-after sandwich.
Steelers over PATRIOTS — Okay, okay: I’m willing to concede that Matt Cassel might be good. But I think the Pats’ defense has too many holes to stop Pittsburgh. Also, if Sunday is the day God decides to destroy New England with a horrific natural disaster, I’m cool with that.
Mashed Potatoes over STUFFING — Stuffing is just BREAD! Tasty bread, yes, but just bread. Don’t fill up on that when there’s the majesty of mashed potatoes right there. Actually, you know what? Fill up on stuffing. More potatoes for me.
REDSKINS over Giants –After a string of dominating wins over tough opponents, are the Giants due for a letdown? Well, no, probably not. But picking upsets makes me feel brave, and the ‘Skins cheerleaders affect my decision-making ability.
Enjoy the weekend, everyone. Have safe travels, and I’ll see you back here on Monday.
Goddam West Coast. I wake up at 10:00 a.m. out here, and this is going on:
Ocho Cinco makes his way through the Best Buy store in Florence, Ky. He said was in the store to buy coach Marvin Lewis a gift. Seen with a Rock Band kit, portable stereo and a Cuisinart four-slice toaster, Ocho Cinco said, “I’ve been trying to call coach, but he doesn’t answer.” It was 5:25 a.m.
Holy crap, KSK’s Ocho and Marvin series is closer to the truth than anyone ever suspected. God bless the Artist Formerly Known as Chad Johnson. The only way that list of purchased items could have been better was if it included some Michel Gondry DVDs.
[Via Fan IQ. Photo credit: Cincinnati Enquirer/Michael Keating]
Watch out! He smells gravy!
Of the three contests yesterday, the game decided by 25 points was the closest. Ugh. Let’s take a look.
Titans 47, Lions 10 — I’m on the West Coast, so this game started at 9:30 a.m., when my mom had first rights to the TV. Which meant I got to watch snippets of this game when the Macy’s parade went to commercial (”…And here’s a lively bunch! This is the Sioux Falls Children’s Choir dressed as snow monkeys on a float designed to replicate our the precious Amazon rainforest, sponsored by Texaco! And they’re joined by R&B sensation Chris Brown, who will sing his hit song….”). In seven-minute increments, I flipped over and the score looked like this: 0-0, 7-0, 7-3, 14-3, 21-3, 28-3, 35-3.
Chris Johnson and LenDale White each ran for 100+ yards and two scores, but that doesn’t sufficiently explain how awful the Lions the looked. Here’s how bad the blowout was: Vince Young played. That’s how little the Titans were sweating the game.
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Here’s a little something from the vault to send you on your way this Thanksgiving: Stacy Keibler versus Trish Stratus for the WWE ladyweight championship some years ago, which was apparently decided in a large tub of gravy. Oh hey, but first, they should sit down to this large feast carefully laid out next to the ring. No chance of that becoming a food fight. No sirree.
I’ve never found pro wrestling remotely entertaining, but this manages to do it for me, despite the egregious waste of mashed potatoes. Still, I would have liked to hear the announcer say, “Watch out! She’s got a turkey baster!”
It’s technically a holiday, and I’m technically working, so that means you’re getting video posts if you get any posts at all.
This seems to have occurred at the recent UFC 91 in Las Vegas, and it’s a pretty shitty video until one fan in the upper reaches of the MGM Grand gets slammed into the concrete by a security guard/policeman who happened to be in the mood for a little mixed martial arts. And I’d like to feel bad for the fan, but he’s wearing an Affliction T-shirt to an MMA event, effectively making him “That Guy” and warranting any and all bodily harm that happens to him. Hey, I don’t make the rules. It’s just karma taking care of business.
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