I Want To Believe

If you’d told me Jason Campbell would go out hurt, Todd Collins would play out the rest of the way, and the Skins would roll up all of 31 yards on the ground, I would have stuck my head in a chipper-shredder. And yet, Washington wins 24-16. The point was made that you can’t really blame the team for anything on Sunday, as they were just too emotionally ravaged to be responsible for anything. Maybe. It’s great that they could win tonight, but it makes those five games where they led at the half and broke down in the 4th quarter all the more irritating.

Despite everything, when it comes to the Redskins, it’s like Brokeback Mountain. “Joe Gibbs, I wish I knew how to quit you.”

Meanwhile, I have to get cracking on my wish list for Christmas. There’s not really very much I want or need that can be had for money – and to be honest, 90% of the stuff I want that can be had for money is stuff I really don’t need and shouldn’t get. (Another mobile phone, anyone? Water bottle? Pair of shades? At least I don’t want any more Doc Martens…) What I’d REALLY like is a consignment of very hard drugs to knock out this lingering sinus thing. It’s been two weeks, almost.

Well, football is done. Maybe I should consider looking for dinner beyond the last five pizza rolls…

Apologies for all the football blogging…

…but as the crapocolypse comes to a close, I have to add one more thought: it’s time to put Joe Gibbs in a home. Seriously. Even Terri Schiavo would have known not to call that second timeout. I don’t know what the answer is going forward – we’ve tried the incumbent (Turner), the cagey vet (Schottenheimer), the college whiz (Spurrier) and the legend, and it’s all fallen apart. Maybe there’s some hot assistant out there who’s supposed to be an offensive genius (who’s running the Patriot’s O?) or maybe Gregg Williams is like Belichek – a highly compenent assistant who does a lot better in his second opportunity. But any way you slice it, the fact of the matter is that the Redskins have gotten as good as they will ever get under Gibbs 2.0. There’s still a long way to slide, and for the good of the organization, it’s time to pull the feeding tube.

Post-Mortem, again

Without too much fluff, my annual look at what the big bowls would look like if 1990 rules were still in effect.

ROSE BOWL: OHIO STATE vs USC. The traditional matchup actually provides a pretty good test for the putative #1 team.

ORANGE BOWL: OKLAHOMA vs WEST VIRGINIA. A great matchup that keeps the old Big-8 flavor in Miami.

SUGAR BOWL: LSU vs HAWAII. I had to make this match for agricultural reasons.

COTTON BOWL: KANSAS vs ARIZONA STATE. Not much to say about this one.

FIESTA BOWL: VIRGINIA TECH vs GEORGIA. This is a barnburner waiting to happen.

Random? Maybe. Solves anything? Probably not. Any more illogical and arbitrary than the BCS? Not in the slightest.

As always, look me in the eye and tell me college football is better off with the BCS than it was 15 years ago.

Disaster

I was thoroughly displeased with Vandy losing to UT and Wake, and Bama falling to Auburn for the sixth straight year. But at least these were predictable losses to better teams, and while disheartening, they were hardly unexpected.

What happened tonight in Palo Alto should have been unexpected, but after the events of the last two months, it could hardly be anything of the sort. Indeed, the trend line pointed the way bright and clear: five losses in six games, a turnover margin of -11, an average of 5.3 points in the second half per game. Nobody should have expected anything but an ignominious collapse from the Golden Bears, let alone the 14 points Vegas was giving.

And yet.

Stanford’s defense was regarded as poor-to-feeble, ranked last in the league against the run. The obvious course of action was to pound the ball on the ground – but Justin Forsett’s second-half carries were measurable in single digits. With DeSean Jackson out, and Longshore still not up to competition standard, the obvious move was to eat up clock on the ground – but Cal threw, and threw ineffectively, against a Cardinal defense that blithely set up and blitzed the QB to oblivion, unconcerned with the chance that the blitz might leave them open to draw runs and short screens – because Cal didn’t call any.

If I were the athletic director of the University of California, my orders would be this: the coaching staff, to a man, will stand all night tonight in the lobby of the student center, right outside the bookstore, staring at the empty trophy case that, for the last five years, contained the Stanford Axe. And once the sun comes up, they can go home and start planning for next year. No bowl bid will be accepted; there’s no point wasting time on some horseshit nothing bowl for a 6-6 team. There are bigger improvements that need to be made.

The mark of a great coach is the ability to adapt and perform. Once upon a time, Cal made halftime adjustments as well as anybody in football. This year, the best thing the football team has done at the half is get off the field to make way for the band.

During the game I twittered that if Jeff Tedford had any honor, he would return his salary for this season and resign. I don’t expect it to happen, obviously. But through the first five games of the year, Cal was 5-0 and ranked #2 in the country. Today, they are a .500 ballclub which just completed the biggest collapse in recent college football history.

For a coach, the order of priority goes like this: win national title, play for national championship, win conference title, play in BCS bowl, play in New Year’s day bowl, play in bowl game, post winning record, and above all beat the arch-rival. Jeff Tedford in 2007 has failed on every point. An explanation ought to be forthcoming. For now, the British have the correct phrasing: as the head football coach at the University of California, as of December 1, Jeff Tedford is no longer fit for purpose.

11 down, 1 to go

This has been a shit-tastic year and no fooling. Not 1998 bad obviously, or 1986, but pretty damn close. I will be thrilled to see the back of it, though I’m not sanguine about 2008 being any better.

The trip went well, I suppose, although Paris was stressful. I think if we ever manage to get out that way again, the new priorities are Ireland and either Austria or southern Germany, and I don’t think it would take much to get my German back up to tourist-sufficient. The amazing thing this time is that we spent parts of six days in London, and while it made for a nice turnaround, I think we’ve hit a point where we either need to move to London or start spending quality time on other destinations. Not that we’ve exhausted its potential or anything, but there are high-priority spots elsewhere that are more important to see than our third tier of London sights.

It didn’t help that we got sick. I blame the walking tour of York in a slow drizzle and freezing temps, though I would certainly go back. In fact, York and Bath are both places I could go hang out for a while, just to relax and get my head together. Paris I’d like to see again, but only with an ironclad guarantee of Metro service and at least one pass through the phrasebook before leaving. I really think the next trip will be Dublin, Salzburg, the Black Forest, and whatever else of Ireland I can get in. But after totaling the spreadsheet on trip expenses, I think it will be a long time before we can get out of the country again, unless it’s driving to Canada or something.

I’m FREEZING, by the way. I guess it’s time to turn on the heater. I also need a haircut something awful, and something awful is pretty much what I can expect my hair to look like. Going down to the 2/2 was probably an error, but I don’t know if I could still get by with 4/2 or even 3/2 anymore. I suppose I should look a some of the pics and see which looked more viable, but for now I think it’d better be a hat.

MON THE HOOPS

This is why I want to throw American football under a double-decker bus. Because last night, Celtic went down by 1 goal in the first 4 minutes to some Ukranian team (whose coach claimed Celtic were lucky to beat Milan and Benfica). They stuck around. They equalized at halftime. And they held the line until literally the last minute, when they banged home another classic Celtic last-gasp and won, 2-1.

No quit. No surrender. Never, ever, ever, ever giving up. Now THAT’s my team.

yeah, I’m back

I also think I may be done with American football The four teams we support in this household combined to win ONE game in the month of November, and then the Sean Taylor tragedy on top of that just leaves a foul, foul taste in my mouth for trying to finish out the season. We’ll see, I guess, but for now I think I’m sticking with Celtic and waiting for basketball to hot up, esp. since I only have one team to follow there.

Meanwhile, I went to bed at 8 PM last night and woke up at 5, finally getting up about an hour ago to try to clean up and steam out my nose. I picked up a sinus bug in York and have been trying to fight it with a cocktail of ibuprofen, Sudafed, Mucinex, water and whiskey. It’s going better than you’d think but it’s still not too too money.

Doesn’t feel like Christmas yet, despite all the decorations on Oxford and Regent Streets. Apparently they don’t ramp up until Dec. 1 after all.

BTW, I can totally get by with an iPhone and a notepad for 2 weeks instead of a laptop.

Not The Daily Show

Here lies all you need to know about the strike in handy video form. Considering that this was done on a picket line without the support of Viacom, you can see what every media mogul shat his breeches at the thought of the Internet.

(hooray, I did an embed in ecto!)

Like I need another pair of shoes

But for once, it’s not a new pair of Docs. Instead, I now have a second pair of Clarks. The first are a very battered pair of loafers, and I was considering using them for the Europe trip instead of the Eccos from the last excursion abroad. But while both pair of shoes are comfortable, I don’t think either is particularly warm or waterproof, and that’s going to be an issue this time around. So instead, I grabbed these:

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The downside is that they look a bit like the LL Bean duckboots that every sorority twit was wearing my freshman year. But on the upside, they are waterproof, have nice grippy rubber soles, feel nice and warm, and don’t require breaking in – I’m walking around the house just fine. (Though I did get some new thicker socks to go with them. I don’t think the temp goes above 50 the whole time we’re there.)

Meanwhile, I am working on a laundry plan for while we’re there – preferably something that means I don’t have to pack as much. I am rediscovering the whole V-neck sweater and T-shirt layering process. And hoping that American Apparel t-shirts dry on the line overnight.

Another phone gone

So I donated the V635 yesterday. This is the phone that was Motorola’s flagship phone in early 2005. Megapixel camera with video capture, memory card slot, EDGE network speed, quad-band, bluetooth and speakerphone and changeable metal covers and a color LCD display on the outside. Basically the last great V-series phone before the RAZR became their one golden calf (and the RAZR didn’t pass it in features until just this year, I believe). I saw it on the honeymoon, and I wanted it bad…but I was saving my money in case Apple released an iTunes phone.

Which they did, six months on. I took one look at it, and immediately spent my saved money on importing a V635 instead.

The biggest problem with this phone was one indigenous to all Motorola flip phones until recently: the side buttons, when pressed while the phone is shut, bleep and change your ringer settings. Moto didn’t think to implement a key lock that affected the side buttons for TWO MORE YEARS. It didn’t help that the phone was pretty bulky, even by the standards of its contemporaries. And the battery life wasn’t great either – I could barely get into a second day before it went south fast. By contrast, the SonyEricsson Z520 that I got when my corp account switched to Cingular will go for at least 3 or 4 days normal use before it needs a charge, which is why it’s going to Europe with my Virgin Mobile SIM in it.

I hung onto that V635 for a long time – largely for the novelty of owning a phone which was not locked or branded in any way, not betrothed to any carrier. But the sad fact of the matter is that even with a smaller screen, no EDGE and a mere VGA cam, the little SE just runs frickin’ rings around the Moto. So it went into a bin at a Verizon store where it will be refurbed and donated for use by victims of domestic violence, which is what happens to all my old phones instead of trying to recycle them. Now I am down to just two phones: the iPhone for the US, and the Z520 for Europe. And I can’t go back to the Z520 domestically. Indeed, if there were any way I trusted, I would have unlocked the iPhone, put the Virgin SIM in it, and donated the Z520 as well. But I know enough about the guts and behind-the-scenes of the iPhone to know that all the unlock mechanisms have the potential to cause serious nightmares down the road, and I also know that in a pervasive 900/1800 coverage area, I may well end up getting six days between charges on my Z520, so do the math.

Either way, I find it oddly comforting to just have “my phone,” not “my four phones that I keep switching between for lack of focus.” I guess the iPhone really is just that good.