A busy start to 2008 in the world of sports, eh? A good deal of intriguing stories to kick-off the year, which is a great scenario for bloggers… mostly. The drawback to that is almost all of the issues have been covered pretty sufficiently by my colleagues around the interwebs, so at this point I’m just Pyle-ing on… hence the title. Clever, I know.
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1. American Gladiators Redux: I watched both Sunday’s and Monday’s episodes because I wanted to give it a chance. It wasn’t awful, but not quite as enjoyable as I’d hoped. Too much focus on the contenders. Frankly, I could care less. I tried not to compare it to the original but when I witnessed the labored transition that occured when the 1st female contestant got injured, I yearned for the old edition. If someone got hurt they just carted ‘em off and replaced them with some random person waiting backstage. No talking or explanation, just a new faceless contender. Less chatter, more splatter.
2. Roger Clemens: I’m very much over steroids in baseball. The legislative branch should be focused on something else like the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan or learning the proper signals to avoid soliciting gay sex in a public restroom. Wake me up when its over.
3. BCS Title: Congrats to LSU for winning the title and Ohio State for undermining the credibility of the Big 10 for a second straight year. Georgia, stop yapping about what you deserve. USC shouldn’t be in consideration either. It is what it is and we don’t have, nor will we ever have, a playoff. Rose Bowl could’ve helped everyone out and at least given us USC-UGA, but tradition won out… as usual. They’re more set in their ways than the Klu Klux Klan.
4. Romo-Jessica Simpson: You know who Tony Romo is? He’s the guy that was kinda nerdy in high school that came to college, reinvented himself and has emerged a moderately cooler guy. You can change the image, but you can’t change the fact that he’ll inevitably hook up with a girl that’s been around the block a few times and isn’t that desirable. He sees blonde hair and a nice rack and thinks that’s the best he can get, so he latches on. Still doesn’t know any better. But after enough goading by his buddies and the press, he’ll awkwardly break up with her.
The Rose Bowl wouldn’t have gotten Georgia unless the Sugar Bowl gave consent, and that would have never happened.
Still, they could have gotten West Virginia or Kansas/Missouri.