Archive for the ‘Sports’ Category

The Clay City Combine… BEHOLD!

April 23, 2009

The dust has settled on the inaugural Clay City Combine, shattering a few dreams and creating heroes from ordinary men.  From this sprawling lawn in rural Kentucky, the National Football League, and perhaps the game itself has been forever changed.  Well, maybe not, but at least we have an idea of how bad we truly are.

Since Kevin was in charge of the general run-down of the day’s events, complete with the story of how such an awesome/asinine event could actually come to pass, the burden is on yours truly to evaluate the talent and release scouting reports for each individual gladiator.  With the actual draft nearly upon us, and time being a factor, I will simply cut to the chase. (more…)


The Draft Is Upon Us!

April 21, 2008

Finally, Spring has sprung… and with it comes one of the most anticipated moments of each year. Summer fling children are born, new romances blossom, countless homes are cleaned and perhaps most importantly, the 2008 NFL Draft is upon us. It’s the magical time of the year when the worlds of college and professional football collide in spectacular fashion. Dreams are made reality, hearts are broken, and someone inadvertently (and undeniably) slips under the radar.


For those of you that simply can’t stand football, I offer you this as a peace offering:


We Must Kill Baseball to Save Baseball

February 13, 2008

What happened to baseball? As a kid, I loved the sport (didn’t everybody?). We watched regular guys turn into superheroes, talked about legends of the past and imagined what it must have been like to catch a game at Ebbets or Crosley. These giants stood before us chewing tobacco, rubbing pine tar on everything in sight and occasionally doing things that seemed to far eclipse what the human body should be capable of.

Then, in 1994, Major League Baseball went on strike. It certainly wasn’t the first time such a thing had taken place (the eighth, actually), but it was the first time I’d ever been forced to live in a world void of non-stop Cubs/Braves coverage on WGN/TBS. As a kid, I was downright angry and vowed never to return to the game I loved. Growing up in a region where even the upper-crust of society would find themselves middle class at best in major metropolitan areas, the idea of someone throwing a tantrum for making even the league minimum seemed greedy and childish. I didn’t support that, and I wasn’t coming back.


Michigan Gets Rich, West Virginia Gets The Rod

December 17, 2007

On a day marked with bad football, bad weather and bad fantasy football, it should have come as no surprise to me that the eventual “bad news” would be on the way. At 2:09 PM, my telephone rang and immediately began to inform me that Rich Rodriguez had packed his bags and was Michigan bound. While I’m certainly a little bitter at his departure, I can’t really cast many stones at the guy. He certainly served the Mountaineers well during his time in Morgantown, and passing up an opportunity to coach in the most elite of elite programs in the country just isn’t something that you hastily turn down. (more…)

Say It Ain’t So…

December 12, 2007

Every relationship is a struggle. Sometimes, despite doing your best to keep things afloat, the other party’s heart just isn’t in it, things just don’t work out, or other circumstances beyond your control bring the entire deck of cards crashing down upon your head. Despite dedicating years of my life to a particular relationship, sticking it out through the good times and the bad, the time has finally come to say goodbye to a true love of my life. I’m talking of course about the Philadelphia Eagles.


It’s Always Sunny In Miami

December 4, 2007

As the 0-everything Dolphins plod on through the worst season in recent memory, we should take a moment to remind ourselves that it hasn’t always been so bad in the home of 2 Live Crew. Why, just take a look at this particularly stunning video sent to me from Shane Carpenter.

Shane: I can’t decide if this is the worst thing I’ve ever seen, or the best thing I’ve ever seen.

Cory: Neither can I

Semi Triumphant Returns

November 25, 2007

Admittedly, my recent sabbatical from blogging has been as mildly action packed as the actual blogging itself.  However, the world (both interesting and thoroughly uninteresting) conspired to derail the blog train, leaving me either too busy or largely uninspired to slap the keys around.  Fortunately for everyone involved, a series of sporting events have rallied me to the computer on 7:54 on Sunday, eager to prattle on endlessly about what has been a fascinating weekend in both college and professional football.

In the interest of aesthetics, I’ll even break them down into nifty sections devoted to each game… I’m just that kind of guy. (more…)

An Open Letter to Jay Glazer

August 24, 2007

Note: This is in response to the recent article from sportswriter Jay Glazer, attacking the residents of Kentucky. If you haven’t yet had the chance to read his words of wisdom, I’d suggest you take a trip to this site and see for yourself. It should be enough to make your blood boil.


As a proud resident of the Bluegrass State, I’d like to take issue with a few points in your recent article for Fox Sports. For starters I should point out that Fox Sports tends to be the last place I go for sports information, news and insight. With an internet so jam packed with sports analysis that it even may rival pornography, Fox is typically lazy, uninspired and behind the curve. Substituting “edgy” commentary is simply a smokescreen deployed to cover for your complete and total lack of actual journalistic ability. After spending an extended period of time with the Cincinnati Bengals, given full access to the team and the staff, you chose to spend the majority of your piece picking apart strangers, belittling locals and harassing wait staff. Truly, you are a man of principle and unsurpassed integrity. (more…)

Forget Madden…

August 15, 2007

With all of the hysteria surrounding the upcoming release of Madden Football 2008, we’ve managed to allow a greater, far more exciting football video game to slip between the cracks. What game could possibly combine the thrills of Madden Football with the chills and excitement of an all-out adventure game? Only one…


That’s right, EA Sports’ mega-smash new release, NFL Commissioner 08!


Now, Can We Talk About Something Else?

August 8, 2007

About fifteen minutes ago, Barry Bonds broke Hank Aaron’s record, hitting his 756th career home run.  As I said to Kevin earlier in the evening, “I don’t like the guy, I don’t know why I’m addicted to this, but I swear I think I’d drop a baby in a burning building just to watch him at bat.”  Like pretty much every sports fan, on either side of the fence, I’ve been captivated by Bonds’ chase for the record.  I’ve spent hours debating it, days cursing it and months wishing it would never happen… so now that it actually has happened I’m more than a little surprised by how I felt.

Surprisingly, and much like the Grinch, my heart grew in size when Barry Bonds cracked a screamer into right field, and into the history books.  It was dramatic, a 3-2 count with a double and a single already to his credit.  The air was electric, even sitting on my couch I swear to you I knew it was going to happen tonight (which is why I was actually awake at around midnight, watching two teams I have no interest in play a relatively insignificant game).  There was something about Bonds, and there was something about tonight… something that made this more interesting that I’d expected.

It wasn’t the strained, obviously scripted speech wherein Hank Aaron “passed the torch.”  It wasn’t parading the aging, seemingly confused Willie Mays onto the field to stand near Barry.  It wasn’t the embrace of his family, the support of his teammates or the moving moment when he raised his helmet to the sky, breaking down and calling out to his father.  It was something else, something unexpected.

It was the look on Bonds’ face at the exact moment that he knew he’d done it.

You can best tell how a person is feeling by their initial reaction.  They haven’t yet had time to sift through emotions, mug for the camera or prepare a statement.  At that second, you’re seeing directly into their soul and into their heart.  As his dream-come-true sailed into the stands, Barry Bonds’ eyes didn’t scream out in joy or glaze over with revenge to those that doubted him… Barry Bonds looked relieved.  Barry Bonds may have even looked a little sad.

At that moment I saw a little boy, growing up in the shadow of his father and his even more successful godfather.  A kid who wanted to be what they were, contaminating his own legend for eternity in the process.  I saw a grown man at what should be the greatest moment of his career, even one of the greatest moments of his life, simply look happy to have it behind him.  The moment was somber, when compared to the unbridled joy of Hank Aaron’s triumph.  The fireworks predictable, the entire event more of a pageant than an exciting moment in baseball history.  For Barry Bonds, this moment will be his legend.

No one rushed onto the field to embrace him.  There was no fist-pumping as he rounded second.  No shots were called… no one jumped for joy as he hit home.  To put it bluntly, Barry Bonds’ moment in the sun will be more likely remembered for how thoroughly uninspiring it actually was than for its grandeur.

Barry Bonds knows that right now, and he’ll know that tomorrow.

So, no cheap shots.  I can’t do it.  I’ve never seen such a joyous occasion appear so sad, or at least so awkward.  I’ll never accept Barry Bonds’ record, neither will most baseball fans.  But one thing is certain, I no longer feel that he “got away with” anything.  The very moment that he undoubtedly dreamt of every night of his young life came and went with a fizzle.  Don’t take away the trophies, don’t take away the Hall of Fame, there’s just no reason to even bother.  He’s too arrogant to say it, but it’s all over his face:  what really mattered is already gone.