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The Monday Football and Holiday Hangover

Did everyone have a good Thanksgiving holiday?  Didja?  I really don’t care, mine was great, and that’s what’s important really.  We had a 25lb Roast Turkey and a 15lb Smoked Turkey, lots of fixins and beers.  And two, count ‘em TWO apple pies.  Oh life is grand on Thanksgiving for the ol’ Gutmeister.

Did you go shopping on Black Friday?  How about Mauve Saturday?  Puce Sunday perhaps?  Not me, no sir.  I have no desire to get sprayed in the mouth with pepper spray while trying to obtain a piece of imported Chinese plastic at prices slashed lower than whale shit.  It’s insanity, and honestly if I’m not involved, I love it.  Go for it, I say next year bring out the tasers and even a good ol’ fashioned throwback set of brass knuckles.  Grandma’s gonna get her ass handed to her if I don’t get me a crock pot for $7.95.

And finally, Sunday NFL Football.  Ahhhh, sweet sweet relief for us Redskins fans.  Yes, the Skins finally managed to win a game against an equally horrible team, but didn’t destroy them.  In fact, the Redskins and the officials made every effort to allow the Seahawks a chance to walk out with a victory.  Apparently living in Seattle Washington has affected the team’s mood and put them in such a deep depression that they’ve just flat given up.

Who could blame them?  It’s rainy, and miserable and basically the moldy taint of America up there.  I would lose every game too just to see if they’d trade me to ANYWHERE else.  Canada, Australia, Lebanon…anywhere.  Just get me the hell out of Seattle.

Even our dear head coach was pleased….

shannyhappy The Monday Football and Holiday Hangover

Happy Shanny is Happy.

Thank the Turkey and Stuffing gods for this win.  I will end this article now, but check in tomorrow as I’m attending the WWE RAW TV Taping tonight in my hometown and might have something to bitch about.

Monday Football Hangover

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What the? Just what in the holy f*ck was that?

See that photo there?  That expression just says it all.  ”WHAT. THE. SERIOUS. F*CK??!!!”  The 3-5 Washington Football Redskins traveled to Miami to face the 1 – 7 Dolphins in a game that should have been a slam dunk win.  Except that the Redskins likely couldn’t be the Podunk Junior College Kumquats if you spotted them 2 touchdowns and made the other team play in walking casts.

It’s getting pathetic to be a Redskins fan.  After a great start to the season, one filled with hope and in the midst of a rebuilding effort, Redskins fans thought we finally turned a corner and got something positive going for a change.  Instead, we get the absolutely shittiest end of the football stick.  Even under Jim Zorn, Steve Spurrier, Norv Turner and Marty Schottenheimer, this team never did so consistently poorly in all facets of the game.

In fact, the only thing they’re good at is Special Teams.  And watching them play, it’s appropriate that Special Teams is stellar, considering the rest of them look like they took the short bus to the stadium.

And I don’t blame the players all that much.  Sure Beck and Grossman are backup quarterbacks at best, but we have three damn good running backs.  The offensive line, however, can’t block it’s way out of a porta-john with the doors ripped off, so that kills the running game.  And then you have the offensive coordinator, Little Kyle Shanahan, giving up on the ground game four plays into the first quarter.  And why not?  You have the Sex Cannon Rex Grossman under center, he can take it deep everytime.  It’s usually a completion too!  Only to the wrong team.

That’s not to say that the players are bad though.  When you have Brian Orakpo, Ryan Kerrigan, Perry Riley and London Fletcher at Linebakcer, and Laron Landry at saftey, you’ve got something to build on.  DeAngelo Hall needs to go.  He’s like Deion Sanders, only nobody likes him.  Deion was fast.  D-Hall is fast.  Deion was known to trash talk.  D-Hall talks trash like a champ.  Deion was afraid to tackle.  D-Hall is afraid to cover receivers.

Ugh.  If you’d like to follow Shanny’s perspective, you can do so through Twitter at:  @NotMikeShanny

Rub a little dirt on it…

Eagle crushing titan 300x249 Rub a little dirt on it...Dateline:  Roseville, Michigan, Roseville Middle School

The coach of the Roseville Middle School football team is in hot water for running a drill that left one boy with a broken collar bone.  No, really:  “Coach break’s 13-year-old’s collarbone in disgusting tackle drill.”

So, yeah.  Apparently Coach Dipshit didn’t feel the boys were playing hard enough and since his own education stopped just shy of learning how to use verbs and adjectives, he decides to demonstrate the finer points of playing hard by selecting three players, and donning a football helmet himself.  From here, he runs head on into the kid, leveling him and laughing about it.  No, really.  Click that link up there and watch the video.

The nice part though, is that the coach in question says he thought the kid was milking the injury, not wanting to play anymore.   He was exaggerating the broken collar bone.  ”Come on sissy, rub a little dirt on it and get back in the drill.  You have TWO collarbones, use the other one!”  Which I can only imagine was followed by some grunting and ball-scratching.

Now, I’ve been on youth football teams from both sides of this deal.  I played in High School and I’ve coached my sons’ teams for the last 5 years in Pop Warner ball.  I get it.  You tell the kids over and over and over how you want them to do something.  You might even grab another coach (an adult) and demonstrate what you want in slow motion.  Sometimes they understand you, most times they stand there looking up at the sky, eating their boogers.  It’s a 50/50 proposition at best.  Not once has my 300lb ass thrown on the pads and lined up across from a pre-teen to teach them something.  Partly because I don’t want to squash a little child, and partly because I don’t want to become someone’s prison girlfriend.  Call me crazy, but that just doesn’t sound like a good time.

I have to wonder how the wiring gets twisted in some “men’s” minds to where they think it’s perfectly reasonable to put on football gear and get in the mix with their adolescent players.  My high school freshman year coach did this once.  He was a loud mouthed, short guy who thought we weren’t playing hard enough.  To be fair, we were all mostly near 6 feet tall and at least 200lbs at the time, so this isn’t an apples for apples comparison.  The coach was maybe 5’8″, 175lbs and 40 years old.  And it was in the 90′s.  Current day?  I’m honestly surprised they haven’t strung this guy up by his toenails and lit the torches.  So I hit him, he nearly swallowed his whistle and he never tried that shit again

This guy from Michigan?  He hit a small boy, then laughed at him, then mocked him, and then couldn’t figure out why it was such a big deal.  I think Michigan needs an enema.  I’m all for the whole “Ah, it’ll make him tough” approach to working with children, but I don’t know that I’d apply that lesson by breaking the boy’s bones.  Maybe I’m just getting soft in my old age.

 

Monday Football Hangover

madshanny Monday Football HangoverWell, well, well.  Shanahan Inc. and the Redskins managed to ruin another otherwise nice weekend of watching football.  The Redskins managed to shit the bed in an entirely new way this week, and for that I guess I should be grateful.  I mean, we were doing so-so through the first half.  Then, in the second half, the Coach’s Son decides to call all passing plays.

While this is great for your team if you have an offensive line, a good quarterback and maybe a receiver or two that can occasionally a.) get open, and b.) hold on to the damn ball when it’s thrown to them, it’s probably not the best idea if you’re the Washington Redskins with John Beck and an ensemble cast of offensive linemen.

On the upside, if you notice that picture above, that’s what went out on the front page of the Washington Post this morning.  Looks like Shanahan finally got a snoot full of the shit he’s been putting on the field this season.  Either that or his son Kyle just soiled another diaper and needs changed.  I’m not sure it isn’t both.

Now I know alot of my readers (3 of the 5) probably aren’t real big into football, and just kind of glance over these Football Hangover articles, but, it’s part of my court-ordered therapy, so bear with me.

Statistically, the Redskins are doing about the same as any local semi-pro team made up of never-was college and pro wanna be players.  At best, they could beat a community college team, if that team was forced to play after consuming 5 or 6 jager-bombs.

On the upside, here’s some stats that thrilled me from Sunday’s Game:

Beers Drank – 10
Bathroom Breaks taken – 3
Snacks consumed – many

See ya on Tuesday.

Monday Football Hangover – Week 8

skins suck 300x298 Monday Football Hangover   Week 8Sooooo, after 8 weeks, the Redskins are finally showing everyone just what they’re made of.  And that, apparently, is week old ferret shit.  After starting the season so strong with a 3-1 record, they’ve managed to lose 3 games straight to teams, that frankly, my 11 year old son’s Pop Warner team would have had a chance at beating.

Let’s examine yesterdays highlights for the Washington squad:

Yeah.  That about sums it up.  I understand that you have starters sitting out injured, and the backups are playing in their place.  That’s why you have backups.  I also understand that they are backups because they’re not quite what you want or need in a starting player.  But, would it have been the least bit possible to maybe sign some backup players that have actually heard of the game of football before Sunday?  Holy Jumpin Jesus on a pair of Moonshoes.  I believe they just recruited a half-dozen 300+ pound guys from a local Canadian bar before the game and offered to buy them a Molson if they’d come bang heads for an hour or so.

The offensive line lived up to the name…OFFENSIVE.  My grandmother blocked better than they do and she was 80 years old, 95lbs and walked with a cane.  Of course, she was mean enough to brain you with it, so that might have contributed to her successes.

The offensive play calling was horrendous.  At the start of the game, Troy Aikman and Joe Buck, (two of the most androgynous white men ever to grace a football broadcast booth) mentioned that Kyle Shanahan, like “many other offensive coordinators in the league” likes to script his first 15 or so plays before they deviate from the plan.  I don’t know about this one guys.  Kyle looked to be reading from the “Ishtar” script or something, because what he was calling surely wasn’t football plays.  I’m seriously doubting that Kyle Shanahan is even related to Mike by blood.  There’s no way I can comprehend the son being this retardulous at his job.  Then again, he did lobby for Rex Grossman to join the team AND start the season.

And Beck.  Poor poor Mormon-y John Beck.  Sacked 9 times in the game.  Nine.  N I N E.  That’s more sacks than some teams have collectively through 8 weeks of football.  I bet he’s planning another mission with the church just to avoid being sacked into the I.C.U. next week.  I wouldn’t blame him.  Most people don’t try to separate your skull from your spine when you’re offering them a free book from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  They just cuss at you and slam the door in your face.

Let’s put this in perspective.  A team, consisting of 53 professional athletes, 20 or so being Defensive specialists, men whose job is to sack the opposing team’s quarterback have less sacks through 8 weeks of football than the Redskins allowed in four quarters of football in one day.  That’s ridiculous.  I wonder if Wile E. Coyote was consulting the Offensive Coach during half time.
It’s not all bad, if the Redskins manage to lose the majority of their remaining 9 games, and the Colts, Rams, and Dolphins can muster up barely better than pants shitting horrible records before the season ends, the Skins might have a chance to draft Andrew Luck.  Failing that, I imagine both Donovan McNabb and Brett Favre will be looking for employment in 2012.  And who wouldn’t want to be a part of that, hah?  The over-the-hill gang returns to D.C.!  New field sponsor:  Medicaid!

Oh, before I forget, can we start a “Get Rid of DeAngelo Hall” group or petition or something?  For a guy that credits himself as the best cornerback in the game, he sure looked bad getting smoked yesterday by a receiving corps that consisted of only ONE drafted player (7th round) and the rest un-drafted free agents.  That’s a lot like saying you’re the best poker player ever, and then having to ask your Mom to shuffle the cards for you because you can’t quite figure out how to do it right.  And you just wind up kind of flipping through the cards real fast, hoping nobody notices you don’t have the coordination required.

Still, I support my team, even if they go out of their way to shit on my Twinkie every week.  Hail to the Redskins.

They Broke His Hand!

From Sunday’s games, the best news (unless you’re a Vick/Eagles fan) is that Michael Vick’s right hand is broken.  The Giants are good for something after all.  Poor Vick, that’s his dog beatin’ hand too.

In other news that makes the nation happy, the Patriots managed to blow a three touchdown lead to the Buffalo Bills.  The BILLS?  REALLY?  Ahahahahaha.  All is not well in Brady-land.  I hope Albert Haynesworth is the reason they lost, I really do.   All the sad little Patriot fans at Buffalo Wild Wings slunk out of there as the game expired, trying to go unnoticed.  I noticed.  They hate me.

Finally, Peyton Manning’s still out with neck rehab.  It was really just a matter of time until this happened.  With his Ginormous noggin, you had to know that skinny little neck was going to give out sooner or later.

Day After Football – Week 2

grossman 300x200 Day After Football   Week 2So, we have week two of the NFL season in the books, all except for the Monday Night Game, and I watched my Redskins get a lucky win over a terrible Arizona team.  I haven’t spoken much about my deep seated love for the Redskins team, the one that borders on near obsession sometimes, and I’m not the football guru-type of guy that knows anything about Fantasy Football either.  Don’t ask, I won’t know.

Anyhow, I tuned in to watch as our QB tried to throw the ball to the other team at least 5 times in the first half.  Twice, they took him up on the offer.  It was great.  It was as though the Cardinals defense didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but after a while decided “Screw it, if you’re just gonna give it to me, I’m taking it”.

On the upside, I managed to chow down on some buffalo wings, chips and dip and obscene amounts of Miller Lite.  It was a good day, all in all.  Lest you think it was all laying around, enjoying football and staying fat and out of shape, might I remind you that I have 3 young boys at home.  If that’s not enough information for you, imagine for a second that it’s feeding time for the monkey cage at the zoo.  And they haven’t fed these monkeys for about a week.  Now, throw in a few ounces of angel dust, and you can approximate the level of spastic energy I put up with during football games.  They aren’t quite to the age where they get INTO the game, they’d rather run and play and bug me to put Spongebob on, or ask me fifteen times during the first 5 minutes when it will be over.  It’s a blast.

So, in the midst of the swirling chaos that is my family life, I’m alternately cussing under my breath (what 7 year old needs to hear his dad call a man on TV a wangbasket?) and turning the volume up so I can hear what penalty just got called against us.  I send them outside, and when I need them out of my hair for say, an hour, they can’t stay put for 5 minutes.   About the time Grossman managed to get intercepted for the second time, the beer had started to do what beer does, and I unleashed a few choice words at the screen, just as my 7 and 8 year old boys came trotting through the room.  ”Dad, what does f*ckhole mean?”  ”Ask your mom.”

Monday Football Hangover

hangover1 297x300 Monday Football HangoverYou never realize how much you miss something until it’s been gone a while and you get it back.  Way back at the start of this year, it looked as though we weren’t going to have the NFL for 2011.  Bastards.  I had resigned myself to watching College ball.  And frankly that’s painful for a fan of Pro- football.

Why is it painful?  Because, I can’t follow one team all season on TV for one thing.  If you’re a fan of LSU, you’ll see maybe 6 or 7 of their regular season games on TV.  No, I don’t go to the stadiums either.  I can’t be spending money on a ticket, that decreases the amount of beer I can ingest.  Plus, I don’t like people.  Hate people.  Despise people.

So, when the NFL kicked off yesterday, I was in my glory.  I had beer, wings, beer, dips, beer, chips, beer, pizza and beer.  I settled in around 1pm, and didn’t un-ass myself (except for the beer runs and bathroom breaks) until nearly midnight.  Ahhh, the joys of the slothful.

But today, oh, today is sucking pretty hard already.  I awoke with the taste of gym socks and cheap beer in my mouth, it’s all I can do to sit at this desk today, because I over-extended my ass somehow yesterday.  Who knew you had to train to be motionless for 11 hours?

But I do all that for YOU people.  So that you get the most gut for your buck.  Belly Billboards are great gifts.

NFL Lockout Ended!!!

Dancing banana NFL Lockout Ended!!!

That’s right, NFL Football is back on this season!  That means I get to keep my belly in tip-top billboard shape by fueling it with Miller Lite and BBQ every Sunday from September through the end of the year!  Hooo-ray!