And A Scumbag Shall Lead Them: The Downfall Of Miami Football

The problem in college football isn’t that universities don’t know about corruption, it’s that they don’t want to know about the corruption. Much like Sgt. Schultz, they want “to know nuth-zing!” about the money and gifts that their players are receiving from boosters and agents. Same with coaches – they busy themselves with gameplans and schemes rather than wondering how a college kid with no job can be tooling around campus in an SUV sporting rims worth a half year’s tuition. Why trouble yourself with something like that? Let’s figure out how to beat Nebraska!

It’s been quite the year for college football. USC was sanctioned and stripped of a national title, Reggie Bush was stripped of his Heisman title (although he apparently is still hanging onto the hardware), a handful of Ohio State players were suspended for selling memorabilia, Ohio State head coach Jim Tressel was encourage to resign after he got so deep in allegations he needed stilts, and now a convicted felon is spilling his guts on what’s been happening behind the scenes at “The U” for almost a decade.

From the NCAA’s perspective, the problem here isn’t that all of those people were doing bad things, it was that they got caught – that much is obvious. Were the Ohio State players suspended immediately when the NCAA uncovered what had happened? Hell no – they were allowed to play in a bowl game, make some money for the NCAA and their school, and then were suspended for the first five games of this coming season. Maybe the players head to the NFL, maybe this whole thing blows over by the next season – either way, the guys at the top get their money and that’s what really counts.

College football is big business, but more Amway than Microsoft or General Motors. The first ones in – the NCAA and the schools – make the biggest money, then the coaches – their recruits – get the trickle down. The players are the last ones in and essentially cheap labor, the ones who don’t see much out of the scheme and rotate in and out after a few years. In much the same way Amway and other pyramid schemes attempt to hide the fact they’re the same old tired business plan, college football tries to cloak itself in the guise of “student athletes” and “amateurism” – instead of boasting about how much those lower echelon worker bees are taking in, they’re desperately trying to hide the trickle down that comes through boosters, agents, and in some cases, the schools themselves. Neither one wants to admit what they are and both of them are scams.

Even the journalists bringing down the whole house of cards are buying into the scam in some way. Notice the “renegade” part of that headline? It’s implying that this type of behavior – these types of benefits, gifts, bribes, and the like – are outside of the system when, in fact, they are part of the system. It’s how the corruption is perceived – from the bottom up or the top down? Do you think this is merely a problem with greedy college kids not honorable enough to take a free college education as enough payment for a few years of wear and tear on their body? Or do you think it’s a problem with organizations making billions of dollars – a de facto professional sport – off cheap labor?

Rooting For Laundry: Fat Albert Haynesworth Lands In New England

Although I know nothing is ever as simple as it seems to be, there are times when being a sports fan in 2011 is just too damned complicated. Perhaps all those heroes of the past had their problems but they weren’t subject to the same 24-7 media scrutiny that we have today. Maybe it’s just a case of ignorance is bliss. Either way, I’ve found that being a fan has involved a bit more moralistic tap dancing than I’d like.

Last week, the New England Patriots traded for Washington Redskins defensive tackle Albert Haynesworth. Bundled in the package is a matched set of baggage which includes tremendous natural talent, attitude problems, and a criminal background. Maybe he can become a good football player again, but judging from what I’ve read, there’s not much doubt that Albert Haynesworth isn’t a very good person.

After spending a week trying to reconcile my feelings about this, I’ve come to the conclusion that I hate the move. It doesn’t matter how much of a difference he could make, this is not the kind of person I want playing for my team. Sure, the Pats and Bill Belichick have a history of taking troublemakers into their system and spitting out functional players who contribute positively to the team and sometimes even the community – Corey Dillon, Bryan Cox, and Randy Moss are cited as examples.

Randy Moss was the last time I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach because he was a player that I absolutely loathed. He was blessed with all the talent in the world and yet couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He’d quit on plays or give full effort only when he wanted to. Blocking was a foreign concept to him. However, when it came time to bring him onto the team, I was willing to see what happened. Surely if he dogged it Belichick would send him packing – it wasn’t like they had anything invested in him at the beginning, so they could take a chance. What made this reasoning easy was that despite his attitude, Moss had been productive and seemed to care about football. In some ways, I couldn’t blame him for quitting on the Raiders because they’d been sucking the life out of their fans for years with bad roster moves, and poor drafting under the watchful eyes of Al Davis’ undead corpse. If you were one of the best wide receivers in football history and suddenly found yourself trying to catch off-target dying quails from Aaron Brooks and Kerry Collins, can you honestly say it’d be easy to run out there and give it 100%?

Haynesworth is a different matter altogether. In ten years, he’s had two seasons that could be described as dominant and wouldn’t ya know it, he was playing for a big contract at the time. After snookering Washington into signing him to the biggest contract in NFL history for a defensive lineman, he promptly became very ordinary before segueing into a complete pain in the ass. It’s the profile of someone who doesn’t appear to care that much about football aside from how he can steal as much money as possible before retiring. That being said, the Pats traded a 2013 fifth-round pick for the guy – that’s as close to nothing as you can get in the NFL – meaning they gave up a future special teams player for the guy. Combine that with a contract that allows them to cut him prior to the regular season without having to pay out his full salary and it’s a low-risk move.

So what’s not to like? How about the fact Albert paralyzed someone because he was driving his Ferrari over 100 mph and crashed into the victim’s car? Perhaps the fact he’s going to court this week for sexual assault charges for groping a waitress? Maybe the fact he has some serious road rage and threw a punch during a traffic altercation? It’s one thing to be a doofus, but this guy’s boneheaded decisions hurt people.

Wait, I can hear the fans now… I don’t care what he does off the field – it’s what he does on the field that counts. Fine. How about the time he tried to stomp on an opposing player’s head, missed, and then took another shot – requiring 30 stitches for the other guy? That happened on the field. How about that? Again, this is where Haynesworth has separated himself from the pack (and not in a good way) – perhaps Moss was a pain in the ass, but he never attempted to put a hole in someone’s forehead mid-game. Kind of a difference there.

Everyone deserves a second chance, but not necessarily from everybody. I hope Fat Albert reveals his true colors right off the bat so he can be cut and pollute someone else’s roster. Maybe it’ll happen, maybe it won’t – but I’ll be a lot happier when this chump isn’t wearing my team’s colors anymore, that much I’m sure of.

Jim Tressel And The Hypocrisy Of College Football

How anyone can watch college football with a clear conscience is beyond me.

Say what you will about the current state of the NFL and the battle between owners and players to divvy up billions in revenue. Go ahead and tell me how it all boils down to a squabble between billionaires and millionaires over who gets the most golden eggs from the goose. Explain to me how there’s no possible way to justify some of the salaries paid to these gentlemen – I’ll even be so kind as to listen to the mularkey that is the argument for publicly-funded football stadiums. Say it all and don’t leave a thing out, but keep this in mind – at least the greed is right out there in the open for all to see.

Compare that with the farce that is collegiate “amateur” sports, where institutions of higher learning rake in millions in cash each year from the sweat of athletes who not only don’t get a dime, but in some cases find themselves in situations that are completely illogical because of NCAA rules that are meant to “protect” the athlete. Sure, and I have a bridge for sale – those rules are there to protect the investments of the schools and the NCAA itself, and if the athletes succeed along the way, bonus. Continue reading

Halftime From Hell

Black Eyed Peas at Super Bowl XLV - Photo courtesy of NFL.com

Here’s my problem with the halftime show of Super Bowl XLV – it was a symbol of everything that was wrong with the event without showing a hint of any of the good. If you’re okay with a billionaire charging thousands for bad seats inside the stadium and hundreds for seats out in cold to watch the game on TV, then this was the perfect show for you. On the other hand, if you prize substance and style over fads and plastic spectacle, you were left wanting.

I have nothing specifically bad to say about Black Eyed Peas – their music is strictly meh, but then again, what chart-topping pop/pap isn’t these days? If I hadn’t been spinning their singles back in the day at WUNH and remember a time when they actually had something to say, perhaps I wouldn’t mind them. However, I’m not prepared to undergo the full lobotomy that would allow me that perspective, so whenever they’re mentioned in conversation my standard line is something like “Yeah, I remember when they didn’t suck”. Perhaps it’s a little harsh, but it’s also true. What also happens to be true is that, because I don’t play to sold-out venues every other night and enjoy non-stop airplay, I won’t completely disparage their collective talents and musicianship. It’s poor form and I want no part of it. Continue reading

Belated Notes On Super Bowl XLV

Courtesy of NFL.com

Up to my uncombed and untrimmed hair in work the past few days, I crawled out from the bottom of my deadline bonfire this afternoon to realize that nothing had emerged from this blog regarding the single largest sporting event of the year. Lest I sacrifice all of my formerly hearty sports blogging cred, something, dear reader, must be done to rectify this situation. So here we go, note-style…

Was anyone else hoping – nay, praying – to hear something like this after the game… “Aaron Rodgers, you’ve just won Super Bowl XLV – what are you going to do now?” … “I’m going to Hattiesburg, Mississipi and take a dump on Brett Favre’s tractor… then I’m going to Disneyland!” Continue reading

The War On Perspective

Borrowed from ToonPool.com, artist unknown. Not the property of Designing Dad.

There’s this terrific urge to share just about every moment of our lives these days, whether your preference is Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, a blog, or something I’m not even aware of yet. It’s safe to say that, unlike any time before our own, we have the ability and the willingness to share whatever is happening in our lives at that moment in real time, without filters, and without perspective.

See, there’s the problem. Sharing live from across the world via satellite the protests in Egypt or perhaps something momentous that’s happening in your own backyard is one thing. However, letting the world at large know that this pastrami on rye is the best sandwich you’ve ever tasted and that you’d make sweet, sweet love to it if the law allowed such things… well, we don’t really need to know that.

(Unless you’re a musical genius like Warren Zevon advising us to enjoy every sandwich. In which case, rock on. Oh, and go listen to this a couple dozen times and realize this man was dying of cancer. Cancer. Stop bitching about your internet connection and do something to further the human race, okay?) Continue reading

Anything Is Possible

Wandering around the house today and thinking about football, something occurred to me regarding this week’s Pats-Jets showdown. If John Fox can land on his feet as the head coach of the Denver Broncos a scant few days after being let go by the Carolina Panthers following a 2-14 season, anything is possible.

(And let’s be clear about this, because precision and clarity do count. This wasn’t a 2-14 season where one could make the argument that the team caught some bad breaks – they were every bit as bad as their record indicated. Combined with the fact Fox gave the franchise a big FU by signing some guy off the street to come in and start against the Baltimore Ravens, I’m not sure how he managed to get a job of any kind let alone make a lateral move right into another head coaching spot with a couple million coming his way. Shouldn’t there be some kind of penance for a season that bad? Shouldn’t he have to go back to being a coordinator or picking up dirty jock straps before getting another chance to cash very large checks?) Continue reading

Chad Pennington Is One Tough Mother…

For all the things I said about Chad Pennington during his days with the Jets and Dolphins (something along the lines of his arm was essentially a balloon animal tied to the rest of his body), there’s one thing I can’t and won’t deny – the guy is tough. Let’s just get this out of the way – if you, as a sane and reasonable human being, decide to step out onto an NFL football field as a quarterback, essentially putting a very large target on your front, back, and sides… that’s tough. Should you have to undergo several surgeries to repair yourself, go through lots of physical therapy and still be willing to jog out there only to have very large men chasing you and wishing to undo all that repair works… that’s pretty damn tough. When you pop your shoulder out and then… Well, let’s have Chad explain this one shall we?

Pennington recounted popping his shoulder back in after hurting it on his first play of the season against the Titans a month ago.   Pennington then completed a pass and the shoulder came out of its joint again.

“I had popped it back in, and then it just fell out and it was stuck,” Pennington said. “I looked at Ronnie and I said, ‘Hey Ronnie, pull on my shoulder. See if you can pop this thing back in.’ He’s like, ‘I’m not touching that shoulder.’”

Yeah, that’s some cauterizing your own puncture wound with gunpowder and a match level tough. Good luck with the surgery, sir.