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Cow Patties: The Blog

Steve Sirk lobs more "Cow Patties From Columbus" after settling on a decades-old Spaceballs joke as a blog title.

February 2008 - Posts

  • Our Buffalo Brothers Have Our Backs When It Comes to the Yinzer Menace

    So I was talking to the office Buffalo Guy today, and we were reminiscing about the Sabres of the early 90s, which were loaded with offensive talents like Pat LaFontaine, Dale Hawerchuk, Alexander Mogilny, Dave Andreychuk, etc.

    As we continued our conversation, SteelerFan tried to jump in and crack wise. Buffalo Guy immediately put her in her place. It's good to know that We Brothers of the Greatest Lake have each other's backs in the face of the Yinzer Menace.

     

    Buffalo Guy: Not only were those Sabres exciting to watch, but that is when the Bills were on their run. It was a fun time in Buffalo.

    Me: Yeah, that had to be awesome. It's kind of like how Cleveland is now.

    Buffalo Guy: Exactly!

    Me: Like you, I'm sure we won't get any titles out of it, but at least all three Cleveland teams are really good and a lot of fun to watch right now.

    SteelerFan: What? The Browns aren't good! Don't you know what a fluke is?

    Buffalo Guy: Yeah. The Immaculate Reception.

    Posted Feb 26 2008, 10:30 PM by Sirk with no comments
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  • "Soccer Is For Wusses" (Warning: gross pictures from today's EPL action.)

    Seriously, the photos buried at the bottom of this entry are not for the faint of heart.

    I understand people not liking soccer. Everyone has their own tastes. Fair enough.

    But it has been my experience that people who play the "soccer is wusses" card are people that have never played the game at any appreciably competitive level. For sure, it's not a game based on violence like American football, where He-Men collide regularly at amazing speeds, and even the armor does little to dissipate the bone-rattling force of impact. But competitive soccer is full of elbows to the head and face, head-on-head collisions, knees to the thigh, knee-on-knee entanglements, and various kicks and cleats do the shin, calf, ankle, and foot. Many of these occur at full speed with no protection whatsoever. It's certainly not a sport for the pain intolerant.

    (Of course, much of the "soccer is for wusses" myth comes from ridiculous diving and injury faking, the main goal of which is either to dupe the referee into a whistle or card, or to get a much needed breather. And trust me, soccer fans hate it as much as non-soccer fans. I would go on a rant, but I would get way off topic.)

    Anyway, the truth is that whether you love or hate soccer, it is not a game for wusses.

    Which brings me to today's English Premier League match between Arsenal and Birmingham City. Three minutes into the match, Birmingham's Martin Taylor recklessly challenged for a ball with a vicious studs-up tackle on Arsenal's Eduardo da Silva. The result is one of the most gruesome sports injuries you will ever see. It's gruesome enough that if you watch Lawrence Taylor collapse Joe Theismann's leg, you'd give your best Black Knight impersonation by saying, "'Tis but a scratch."

    In the blink of an eye, Martin Taylor practically severed Eduardo's foot. It was barely attached to his leg when he was rushed to the hospital. His season, and perhaps his career, is over. Sky Sports in England refused to show replays because it was so gruesome. YouTube seems to have employed a full time staff to yank the video as soon as it goes up.

    But these photos do exist for the time being.

    AGAIN, THESE ARE NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH!

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    Taylor comes flying in, studs up, right into Eduardo's shin.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    Eduardo's leg snaps. His leg has folded past the point of being a right angle.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    Eduardo falls to the turf, his sock and foot partially severed from the rest of his leg.

  • Grady Has His Ladies...But What of the Others?

    Last year, my brother Chris and I were at the uninsured version of Jacobs Field, and we happened to be sitting next to a group of young women holding up signs that read, "Garko's Girls." This amused us to no end, mostly because our brother-in-law bears a startling resemblance to the Tribe's first baseman, so it allowed us to gauge the quality of groupies he would get if he played for the Indians and weren't married to our sister.

     

    gradysladies

    The bigger story was that there were now two groupie groups. The first, of course, was Grady's Ladies, a group dedicated to ogling heartthrob Grady Sizemore, the dimple-faced All-Star whose every move moistens women to the extent that Dick Goddard has to report vastly different humidity readings at Hopkins Airport and Jacobs Field.

     

     

    But now the phenomenon was spreading to other players. Grady's Ladies...now Garko's Girls. My brother and I couldn't help but scour the stands for other potential hotties in heat, to see if they had formed a salacious sisterhood dedicated to one of the Tribe's other players.

    So we started rattling off potential group names. They started out innocent enough...

    * Westbrook's Women

    * Blake's Blondes

    * Fausto's Foxes

    * Victor's Vixens

    * Byrd's Chicks

     

    And then things started getting worse...

    * Hafner's Hobags

    * C.C.'s Double-D's

    * Dellucci's Hoochies

    * Michaels' MILFs

     

    And then things got really bad...

    * JoeBo's Camel Toes

    * Jhonny's Jhizzbuckets

     

    But then I finally came up with a winner...

    * Trot's Trannies

     

    We became quite enamored with the idea of Trot's Trannies. This was shortly after Nixon had joked that they were renaming Pronkville "Nixonville", so we figured it would give Hafner the last laugh if we organized a group of guys to cross-dress and populate Nixonville with Trot's Trannies.

    The idea was for my brother and his friends to sit in right field as a group of ridiculous looking cross-dressing guys along the lines of the old "Ladies Night" commercials for Bud Light. Here are some examples of the type of look we imagined...

    ladies night  trot maid  trot 2  bea-arthur-73

     

    Imagine a group like that offering, in deep voices, to give Trot some pie in the face.

    Alas, despite his bold proclamations that night, my brother never did convince any of his friends to do this. As far as I know, he never even approached them with the idea. For some reason.

    And now Trot is gone, meaning that a great idea has gone by the wayside, except for this wistful blog entry.

    Posted Feb 17 2008, 12:34 AM by Sirk with 3 comment(s)
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  • Radical Realignment

    I can't remember whether it was Terry Pluto, Les Levine, or someone else altogether, but in the last week or so, they tucked a little nugget into a "notes" story that stated that Cleveland Indians owner Larry Dolan favors "radical realignment" that would put the Tribe in the same division as the Cincinnati Reds, Pittsburgh Pirates, and Detroit Tigers.

    That's it. One little sentence. Nothing beyond that. No additional comment to put things in perspective, such as "Dolan's delusional dreams have no chance of becoming reality", or "Bud Selig is intrigued by the steroid-distracting capabilities of a new fan-flummoxing clusterfuck."

    Some of you may recall that just a few years after realigning into three divisions, Major League Baseball explored "radical realignment" for the 1998 season, with the addition of the Tampa Bay Devil Rays and Arizona Diamondbacks.

    The proposed alignment at the time:

    AL East: Baltimore, Boston, Montreal, N.Y. Mets, N.Y. Yankees, Philadelphia, Toronto

    AL Midwest: Atlanta, Cincinnati, Cleveland, Detroit, Florida, Pittsburgh, Tampa Bay

    NL Central: Chi Cubs, Chi White Sox, Houston, Kansas City, Milwaukee, Minnesota, St. Louis, Texas

    NL West: Anaheim, Arizona, Colorado, Los Angeles, Oakland, San Diego, San Francisco, Seattle

     

    This alignment was voted down for a few reasons:

    1. None of the NL clubs agreed to move to the American League.

    2. It was thought to be undesirable and unfair to put so many big-market teams in one division. If the Yankees, Mets, Red Sox, and Phillies all spent themselves into oblivion, it would lead to some big-money teams missing the playoffs each year since somebody would have to finish 3rd or 4th, which would increase the pressure to overspend, which would be bad for baseball.

    3. The value of the local TV deals in New York and Chicago would be diluted if the teams played each other 16 times.

    4. Being in the same division would be bad for ticket sales in New York and Chicago, since, say, Montreal and Kansas City would come to town twice as often.

    5. The MLBPA was against the plan because they did not want teams finishing "7th" or "8th". Seriously. And you thought soccer moms were bad. Anyway, the MLBPA preferred the alternative whereby the AL would be split into two divisions of five and one division of four, and the NL would be split into four four-team divisions with no-wild card.

    6. This never seemed to be said publicly, but I have a hunch that everybody except Bud Selig and realignment committee chairman John Harrington thought that the whole idea was "jaw-droppingly stupid."

     

    But now it's 10 years later, and it's a different landscape. Interleague play has destroyed the long-standing tradition of two distinct leagues. The payroll disparities have increased exponentially, and it's only going to get worse with two new cash-extraction palaces set to open in New York City and another in our nation's capital, where the Nationals will soon transform from Expos-Lite to Beltway Bullies. The talent disparity has tilted so heavily toward the American League that the National League has attained second-division status in the minds of many who follow the game.

    And yet Major League Baseball has never been more popular. Go figure.

    We can only guess that Selig is still in love with his radical realignment proposal, and we have now learned that Mr. Dolan is on board. So what might it look like now? I'm assuming the wild card is here to stay, and I'd assume that a 14-team AL consisting of Eastern Time teams, and a 16-team NL consisting of Central/Mountain/Pacific Time teams, would still be the goal.

    AL Northeast: Boston, N.Y. Mets, N.Y. Yankees, Philadelphia, Washington

    AL East: Atlanta, Baltimore, Florida, Tampa Bay, Toronto

    AL Central: Cincinnati, Cleveland, Detroit, Pittsburgh

    NL North: Chi Cubs, Chi White Sox, Milwaukee, Minnesota, St. Louis

    NL Midwest: Arizona, Colorado, Houston, Kansas City, Texas

    NL Pacific: L.A. Angels, L.A. Dodgers, Oakland, San Diego, San Francisco, Seattle

     

    So what do you think?

    There is no doubt in my mind that this is a more competitive setup than what currently exists. The big money coastal teams are now grouped together, so they can slug it out amongst themselves. Looking back at the reasons for declining radical realignment the first time, item #2 really stands out because even without radical realignment, those handful of northeastern teams started throwing money around like Pacman Jones creating a "visual effect" at a Las Vegas gentlemen's club.

    In 1997, the Yankees' payroll was roughly 50% greater than the league's median payroll. In 2007, it was roughly 125% greater than the league's median payroll. And those poor Mets. In 1997, they were 16th in payroll. Yes, the bottom half of the league. They were against radical realignment because they didn't want to have to keep up with the Yankees since it would be bad for baseball. Well, guess what? In 2007, they were 3rd in payroll, and they just spent a guaranteed $137 million on Johan Santana. The Red Sox have been in a steady "Cold War" payroll battle with the Yankees anyway. We in Cleveland know about the money Philadelphia can offer to free agent sluggers, and the Nationals are about to become an enormous economic force in the game. All of this is happening anyway, so let them have their own little universe and let the rest of the league go about its business. (Ditto for the NL Pacific.)

    I can see why Larry Dolan would love it. Not only would the big spenders be lumped together, but he'd also create a division that almost mirrors Cleveland's long-standing football rivalries. In addition to their existing feud with nearby Detroit, the Tribe would get to spend the summer launching Kentucky-bound baseballs out of Great American Smallpark, while also making a second home field out of otherwise deserted PNC Park.

    If you're Larry Dolan, there is so much to love about this idea. And really, on an intellectual level, I love a lot about this idea too.

    Except it will never happen. It would be competitively and economically more difficult for the big money clubs, which is enough to kill it right there. Plus there's still the matter of NL clubs not wanting to be labeled "American League." Especially when the MLBPA is going to force the DH to exist in one league or the other. And the fans would revolt. And for the love of God, what about the person who would have to clean up the gun-splattered gray matter that once occupied Bob Costas' skull?

    And while I may find radical realignment appealing on an intellectual level, I am appalled by the concept on an emotional level. I'm not prepared for the Cincinnati Reds to play in the AL and the Chicago White Sox to play in the NL.

    Interleague play, juiced records, luxury box parks, an All-Star game that impacts the World Series...the more baseball craps on its own history, the more I am inclined to preserve what little is left.

     

    So what do you think? Is Larry Dolan on to something here? Or should he spend less time plotting radical realignment and more time planning bake sales to benefit the Sabathia Fund?

    Posted Feb 07 2008, 10:07 PM by Sirk with 3 comment(s)
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  • Move Over, Dwight Clark. Maybe Even Willie Mays.

    This may be the most stupendously awesome and mind-boggling catch in the history of American pro sports. Well, except for maybe Steve Bartman.

    But by an athlete, it doesn't get any better than this. I can't stop watching it.

     

     

    Tyree catch Seriously. How the hell did that happen? How did Eli Manning get away? But more importantly, how did David Tyree make a catch while getting clobbered, having the Tyree catchball knocked 3/4 of the way out of his hands, pinning the ball on his helmet with one hand, then clutching the ball with two hands just as he's about to hit the ground, then having his back bent all weird by Rodney Harrison's leg (which actually prevented the ball from spiking off the ground and possibly coming loose), and then fighting for the ball afterward and never once surrendering possession?

    How?

    Seriously, how?

    I don't think a mother catches her newborn baby under the same circumstances.

    Incredible.

    Simply incredible.

     

     

    I'm pretty much at a loss for words when it comes to describing the magnitude of this play, so I will use the words of a more loquacious observer....

     

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    "They made some plays." -- Bill Belichick

    Posted Feb 04 2008, 11:23 AM by Sirk with no comments
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  • Watching Two Games at Once

    As anyone who has read my blathering in the "Cow Patties From Columbus" series on the Orange and Brown Report already knows, TV scheduling is nightmare for football fans in Columbus. With split allegiances and only one network showing a majority of those games, difficult decisions must be made and there are many unhappy fans.

    But once football season is over, Columbus is a very generous TV market. From spring to fall, we get a combined 300 or so baseball broadcasts involving Ohio teams. And even during the winter, we get all of the broadcasts involving the Cavaliers and the Blue Jackets, even if their schedules conflict.

    Tonight was one of those conflict dates, with the Jackets facing off against the Minnesota Wild at 7:00pm and the Cavaliers tipping off against the Los Angeles Clippers at 7:30pm. Here in Columbus, the Blue Jackets aired on FSN Ohio, and the FSN Ohio broadcast of the Cavaliers game was moved to the Time Warner bulletin board channel, which is occasionally listed in the paper as "FSN alt."

    So, as I often do when this happens, I tried to watch two games at once tonight. I have no real formula when I do this. I tend to flip between broadcasts during commercials, and I favor whichever game is closer or is holding my attention more.

    This is how it went tonight...

     

    7:00pm-- What's worse than "The Heat Is On" by Glenn Frey? A cover version of "The Heat Is On" by someone else. FSN Ohio went with the latter in their opening sequence for tonight's Jackets game.

    7:02pm-- Color analyst Danny Gare says the key to the game will be for the Jackets to "play to win." He's not the best color man in the league for nothing!

    7:10pm-- The opening faceoff is being delayed due to a goal light malfunction. The fire truck lights behind the Minnesota goal are flashing as if a goal has been scored. Nobody can seem to get them turned off. It's a stupid delay, but not quite as stupid as the delay in the Cavaliers' game at LA, when workers left some wet clothes on a catwalk and they dripped water onto the court, causing Bill Walton to discuss the structural integrity of the Staples Center, as well as standard roof repair procedures in Southern California. If you missed it, Walton's discourse was less intelligent than you'd imagine it to be.

    7:30pm-- Minnesota takes a 1-0 lead on a crap goal. The Wild won the draw in the Columbus end, and then defenseman Kurtis Foster flipped a weak wrist shot from the blue line that managed to float through traffic and bamboozle Jackets goalie Freddie Norena. It was the hockey equivalent of a seeing-eye single inside-the-park homerun. Yuck.

    7:36pm-- Every time I have flipped to the Cavaliers, I have flipped just as they were going to commercial. However, both times I was treated to a "coming up" graphic. The first was, "Coming up: DJ for 3!!!". Normally, that would be a fairly optimistic guess as to his minutes, but now that everybody is hurt, the broadcasters are fairly confident that he will be chucking some three-pointers tonight. The second teaser was, "Coming up: Senior Sam", as if the promise of having color images of ugly (and old) Sam Cassel beamed directly into your home is a compelling reason to put down the remote and keep it glued to the Cavs' broadcast.

    7:43pm-- The rims are mic'ed extra loud tonight. Every time the Cavs have shot the ball thus far, it has sounded as if someone is getting hauled off of the Gong Show. Any bets on who will be swinging the biggest mallet tonight?

    7:44pm-- Zydrunas Ilgauskas recovered a loose ball and dribbled it forward to get past the timeline. It just hit me that that's something you never see. Centers normally dribble while walking backward a few inches at a time. Having now seen a center dribbling forward in the open court, about the only thing that is more awkward in all of sports is when an offensive lineman catches a tipped pass and tried to advance the ball.

    7:48pm-- End of the first period. Minnesota 1, Columbus 0.

    7:52pm-- Jim Day interviews Manny Malhotra, who says that chances are hard to come by because it is more of a possession game, so the Jackets will have to keep the puck more to neutralize Minnesota's speed through the neutral zone. I always love these intermission interviews because hockey players sometimes actually have something interesting to say, plus there is no more ludicrous and uncomfortable interview subject than an out-of-breath hockey player sweating out several pounds of fluid while on camera. I hope Jim Day is wearing galoshes.

    8:03pm-- DJ for 3!!! (The promo was right!) The Cavaliers pull within one at 20-19.

    8:04pm-- Play-by-play guy Fred McLeod says the Clippers got hammered in Minnesota last night. Color analyst Austin Carr says, "And they should be getting hammered tonight!" I'm sure they will. But no matter how hungover they are, I'd imagine the Clippers are professional enough to save tonight's drinking until the game is over.

    8:07pm-- LeBron is irate that he was called for a travel. I can't blame the guy. Under the NBA's collective bargaining agreement with its officials, LeBron is classified as a "four step" athlete. Blowing the whistle when LeBron took only two steps before putting the ball on the floor will likely get this official banished quicker than that Pete-Rose-of-NBA-refs guy. The NBA has no tolerance for traveling violations against star players. Four-step players are four-step players. Period. No excuses.

    8:11pm-- Derick Brassard scores his first career NHL goal to tie the game for the Jackets. The #6 overall pick from 2006 walked the puck in off the wall, looked off a pass to the slot and snapped a high wrist shot inside the near post. Columbus 1, Minnesota 1, but the Jackets' goal was 100x better than Minnesota's.

    8:15pm-- Pierre-Marc Bouchard just had one hell of a sequence for Minnesota. He won the puck in the neutral zone, carried the puck across the blue line with some nifty stick-handling and a spin-o-rama move, and after he passed the puck, he won it back when the Jackets' Jiri Novotny made a horrible back-pass. Bouchard pounced on the puck behind the goal line and immediately fed Brian Rolston in front who beat Norena to make it 2-1 Minnesota. That was some beautiful hockey from Bouchard right there. And a total brainfart by Novotny.

    8:27pm-- I can't decide. Which beard is worse?

    gooden beard   mel gibson beard   Saddam beard  valmorphanize

     

    8:33pm-- So what the hell is up with these half-sleeve things that some NBA players wear?

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    hughes sleeve I think maybe it started with Allen Iverson, and I know Carmelo Anthony wears one. Now it seems to be spreading, just like when Kobe Bryant popularized leotards for a while before the NBA had the good sense to outlaw them.

    I've noticed that Larry Hughes wears one, so it rules out the possibility that these things are some sort of shooting aid.

    Hmm. Maybe some of these guys have tattoos of topless chicks or inked depictions of depraved groupie-sex on their arms, and therefore have to cover them up.

     

    8:40pm-- Halftime. Clippers 47, Cavaliers 45.

    8:57pm-- We've found a shot that Larry Hughes most likely can't miss- a slam dunk.

    9:02pm-- I lost touch with the hockey game for a bit, but the score is now 4-1 Minnesota at the start of the third period. Oof.

    9:10pm-- A limp power play comes up empty for the Jackets. They needed a goal there to get back in the game, and they didn't even come close. It may be time to watch more basketball.

    9:15pm-- LeBron just sprinted 90 feet through a gaggle of slack-jawed Clippers for an uncontested lay-up. I imagine this is what it would have looked like if Jim Brown had played basketball.

    9:26pm-- Remember in Raiders of the Lost Ark when that Arab ninja guy on the streets of Cairo did all of that impressive, crazy stuff with his sword before Indiana Jones nonchalantly shot him dead? Well, LeBron just did all that ninja stuff with a basketball. Except the Clippers didn't shoot him dead. They watched helplessly as he then decided to move forward and knifed through their entire defense for a lay-up attempt. His shot clanged out, but Z tipped it in to make it 80-69 Cavaliers.

    9:27pm-- The Jackets come up empty on another power play. They are 0-for-4 and have amassed a whopping 5 shots total in those four power plays. That is in no way, shape, or form playing with power. 4-1 Minnesota with 5:32 to play. Okay, I think I'm seriously done with this game except for commercial breaks from the Q.

    9:32pm-- Zydrunas Ilgauskas just tried a behind-the-back pass. Seriously. It's like he had a flashback to his days with the Vilnius Globentrotskis.

    9:37pm-- Minnesota 4, Columbus 1, final. Another dispiriting loss. That's three in a row, all against conference opponents.

    9:37pm-- Another Lake Erie Monsters promo. Every time I laugh at the name Lake Erie Monsters, I remember that the other potential name was the Cleveland Fighting Walleye. And then I get down on my knees and thank every deity that man has ever worshipped since the dawn of time that the Cleveland Cavaliers already had a name when Dan Gilbert purchased them. Otherwise LeBron might be playing for the Lake Effect Snow Beasts.

    9:38pm-- Austin Carr, on LeBron's 4th quarter performance tonight: "He's on pace to average what he's been averaging in the 4th quarter."

    9:42pm-- LeBron just drove "right down Euclid" from the top of the 3-point arc to the basket to dunk a ball. The Clippers are terrified to get in his way. I bet when the ball goes to the other end of the court, the ball boys rush out there with towels to mop up the perilous puddles of Clipper pee.

    9:48pm-- Austin Carr, on the Cavaliers overcoming a sluggish start in their first game back home: "You have to get the trip out of your system." During their visit to Seattle, the Cavaliers apparently bought some vintage Jimi Hendrix acid.

    9:51pm-- Cleveland 98, L.A. Clippers 84. LeBron, being a last-minute addition to the lineup with his bum ankle, contributed a mere 28 points, 11 rebounds, and 7 assists.

    9:56pm-- Hey! I found out where NBA players get those half-sleeve thingies!

    long gloves

    Dick's Sporting Goods isn't open at midnight, which is why NBA players are forced to flock to strip clubs to satisfy their equipment needs.

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