Michael Hurlbut
This year’s Super Bowl outcome proved what little knowledge I have when it comes to the game of football, which, if measured on a scale of one to 10, hovers somewhere between two and pi. Who’da thunk it? I claim shenanigans!
Unfortunately, I missed the entire first half and most of the third quarter due to a J-Box run and a trip to Santa Barbara to pick up a stranded friend, so I can’t really comment on the commercials, or the game for that matter. I guess I’ll just have to wait until next year.
Still, I have to give the Patriots a little credit. I mean, they beat all the odds and basically shut down the most high-powered offense in the league. I think Kurt Warner’s pre-game soup should have been checked for sedatives, though …
So that’s it, no more football for seven months. Where does that leave us now?
The NBA All-Star game is coming up, along with the NHL All-Star game. Then we have a week or so off before March Madness tips off, then it’s NBA playoffs time and then the NHL Finals. Basically, there won’t be too much of a lull in your sports feeding schedule. Shoot, once spring training starts we can start looking at the playoff implications so that by the time it’s August we’ll be so sick of baseball that we’re ready for football again.
For those of us who care a little about sports other than the Big Four, Major League Lacrosse opens its second season in June, the United States Professional Volleyball league starts next week and the World Cup is being played this summer in the Far East.
But let’s be honest. Fans would sooner tune in to watch the all-Martha Stewart Network than catch one of those games on TV.
I headed over to LMU on Saturday to catch both basketball games against the Lions. Evidently they have a fenced in student section they call The Cage that is about five rows deep and one section across. These guys were the worst hecklers ever. I don’t mean they were saying mean things. They were just bad, as in not good.
Their best chant all night was “CURFEW! CURFEW!” Guard Devin Montgomery shut them up as the game ended when he threw a ball at them. None of them were looking, though, and he almost tagged some girl upside the dome. A quality shot on his part.
The LMU cheerleaders are never going to change, I’m sure of it. It’s really sad when you’ve got girls on the floor encouraging the dollar bills we’re waving at them as they performed their routine. I know that school doesn’t cost that much.
I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to these Malibu natives. I was sitting in the stands at the lacrosse game this weekend and I saw probably one of the best examples of a Malibuite running around the track, and it sickened me. No shirt, long graying ponytail down his back, and some disgustingly short neon running shorts. Needless to say the entire section of stands got really quiet every time he ran around because they were all trying to hold in their laughter. Leave it to Adam Robbins to yell out, “It’s called a bikini wax buddy!” and break the tension.
Thanks Cap’n. You never know when enough is too much.
February 07, 2002