Blue View
Thoughts on Brett Favre’s retirement?
It’s like when your favorite uncle dies. Maybe that’s a little strong, because Brett isn’t really dying, he’s just retiring. It’s not like we won’t see him in a chair, his Southern drawl sliding football knowledge into our heads when we plug into whichever pre-game show pays for his services next year. Who knows, maybe he’ll still do Wrangler commercials? But Brett Favre the football player is gone. Some would say that happened a long time ago, and that Favre-whose NFL career spanned the invention of talkie movies and birth control pills, six American military conflicts and the rise and fall of the Coreys-was over the hill, too old to play a younger man’s game. Well, those people obviously missed all of last season, where Favre the gunslinger threw 60-yard bombs on a consistent basis. Although I wish Brett Favre could play forever, he said it was time, and I respect that.
Four No. 1 seeds in the NCAA Tournament
College basketball this year has been about as hard to predict as college football was. I think it’s a major conspiracy by the NCAA to constantly make me look like a jackass-the joke’s on them, I need little to no help doing that. When it comes to this year’s tournament, it’s really a crap shoot, but I think the four teams holding the golden dice after selection Sunday will be: North Carolina in the East, Memphis in the South, Kansas in the Midwest and UCLA in the West. I know what you’re saying, “Hey, he just looked at the Top 5 and took out Tennessee.” So? How would you pick them? Are you Ms. Cleo? Get off my back. If UNC beats Duke on Saturday, they’re a lock. Memphis won’t lose again until the Tournament. Kansas will run the table and so will UCLA. They’re all playing good basketball late in the season, and have superior talent. Still want to argue?
World Series picks?
Oh yes, it’s spring. That means warmer temperature, shorter skirts, skimpier tops, sunshine, did I already say something about more exposed female flesh-I did, but it couldn’t hurt to mention it again, right?-and, finally, baseball. Instead of talking about steroids or HGH or if Roger Clemens was partying like it was 1999 with Jose Conseco in-oh damn, it actually was 1998, so that reference doesn’t work at all-the sporting press, The Blue and White Sports Debate included, can do what they do best: wildly speculate about things. So here’s my blind throw at the dart board, the Mets and Angels will meet in the World Series. The Mets recovered from their unbelievable fall from playoff graces by getting the best pitcher in the game, Johan Santana. The Angels added Tori Hunter to a solid defensive and offensive team with better than average pitching.
Who is the biggest NFL signing so far this offseason?
Most people are saying Randy Moss back to the Pats. I will never give those bastards an inch in my war against their happiness and well-being. And I’m not that flashy, I don’t have to pick someone who is going to catch touchdowns. I’m picking someone most casual fans of the NFL wouldn’t recognize, Alan Faneca. With the Steelers until he signed with the Jets on Monday, Faneca is a perennial Pro Bowler at left guard. He’s only 31 and just inked a 5-year, $40-million dollar contract. Faneca has been a stalwart on the Steelers offensive line forever and will, no doubt, add experience between young, talented Jets linemen, center Nick Mangold and tackle D’Brickashaw Ferguson. The Jets should be able to run the ball better, which means they’ll almost be a lock for a second-place finish in the dismal AFC East.
Rant
As I sit here at my computer, the lure of Spring Break is tugging at my heartstrings. I’m headed to Las Vegas and I’m in such an excited state, I can’t really get excited to rant about anything. But does it really matter? So many people have started their Spring Breaks already-skipping out on Thursday and Friday classes-that I applaud the six people who actually were on campus to pick up the paper and read this today. I would have said eight or nine, but there’s always going to be two or three people that get the paper just to make a pinata. I guess I’ll give the people who haven’t given up on this rambling already a kernel of sports-related content. I’m mad the NCAA Tournament isn’t still during our Spring Break. But, all that really means is I’ll have to miss classes on the Thursday and Friday after I, hopefully-and please, pray for my safety and security, because it could get really weird and twisted in Vegas-return from Spring Break. Enjoy it, and have a beer for me-I’m sticking to whiskey.