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Denizens, as we begin this somewhat-lighter-schedule Perfect Football Weekend™, I reflect on the problem associated with waiting too long to comment on an issue of the day:  Everyone else has already beaten me to the punch and said everything I was going to say.

Here’s the deal:  As you already know, TCU was shafted out of its rightful place in the first College Football National Championship Playoff by a half-assed, ball-less, dickless set of wonders known as the College Football Playoff Committee.  (Notable on this august  body (*cough*) is the presence of one Condeleeza Rice.  (Yeah, that  Condi Rice – W’s old Secretary of State.  One pretty damn good reason not to trust it.))

This motley crew decided, in its infinite  wisdom (*coughbullshitcough*), not only to drop TCU out of its playoff grouping in favor of Ohio State, but also to drop the Frogs to sixth, behind Baylor.

Now, from the committee’s point of view, I sorta-kinda see why they’d favor an Ohio State, especially after their 59-0 shellacking they gave Bucky.  (Which rather goes to show that:  1) Bucky wasn’t that good to begin with – if you have Joel Stave as your starting QB, you can’t be very good, and 2) if your conference’s second-best team can’t score in a championship game, how strong is your conference, really?)

What pisses me off, however, is that after all the props I give them for ignoring the shitty officiating that cost TCU against Baylor, they drop TCU based on (their claim) “head-to-head” – then  they say that they couldn’t make a determination on that  until after  the Cubtwats played K-State – trying to claim “body of work”, as it were.

Okay, so let me see if I have this straight:  TCU is three spots ahead of Baylor prior to the Cubshits playing K-State.  Baylor beat K-State by 11.

TCU beat K-State by 21.

And that earns the Frogs a ranking below  the Cubturds?  The same bunch of pussies that went the very next week and lost  to the same West Virginia team that TCU beat?  On the very same field where the Frogs beat them?

Dale Hansen, as much as I dislike the heterophobe, said it best here:

Five of the top six teams have a loss, and TCU has the only loss that matters in this final poll. That’s quite a system.

It is, for all intents & purposes, the Bowl Championship Series (BCS) all over again – just with two extra teams.  And it left out – again – the one team that could have beaten the fuck out of all of them, including Florida State.

Fuck you, BCS II.

On with the football.  Cincy’s the only Core Team™ playing this week, and they’ll be the first victim of the Johnny Football Era™, as Manziel makes his first start at home against the Ben-gals.  And the way Andy’s playing nowadays, Manziel will likely be the better quarterback on the field tomorrow.

The wildcards:  North Dakota State hosting Coastal Carolina in the NCAA FCS Championship semifinals (the Bison are up 24-20 as I write this, and I like their 21-game home streak to continue); Army vs. Navy (the Black Knights may  beat the Middies some day…but, as Gowron once said, “not today”.  Besides, had it not been for my round gut & my flat feet, I’d have been a swabbie twenty years ago.  GO NAVY!!!)…and in the NFL tomorrow, the Cowgirlz will once again get their asses kicked by the Phuckadelphia Beagles (Allas – no D – still has no secondary), the NY Football Douchebags hosting the WASHINGTON REDSKINS, DAMMIT!!!!!!  (look for ARRRRR GEEEEEEE THREEEEEEE!!!!!! to start if Weenie-Boy McCoy can’t – not that it’ll matter), the San Transsexual FairyWhiners on the road against the Seattle Seahags (Russell Wilson’s bunch beginning to put it all back together), Denver on the road against the San Diego…Super-Char-gers  (Manning torches the SD secondary again), and the General’s Houston Texans on the road againt the Indian-hapless Horseshoes (doesn’t matter who the Texans start – Luck’s better).

We’re back Monday or so for a short recap.  In the meantime…a question for the Vicar:  How many points do you want from TCU? 

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…aka the Pansy-Assed Football League.

Denizens, as we start this edition of the Perfect Football Weekend™, we are once again reminded of what a bunch of pussified doucherifles the state of Kalifornication has become.  For now, their infectious cancer has touched youth football.

Usually, when a mercy rule becomes a bone of contention it’s because the policy isn’t instituted soon enough, until after a game is already far out of reach. Yet in one Northern California community the opposite is unfolding, with parents furious about a new rule that they feel is cheating their children and coaches of football and money wasted on fines.

As reported by Sacramento NBC affiliate KCRA, the Northern California Federation Youth Football League (NCFYFL) instituted stiff new penalties for any teams that beat opponents by 35 points or more. Specifically, those teams will be fined $200 and their coaches will be suspended from all league activities for two weeks. The penalty is a drastic change for the league of 7-13 year-olds, which previously issued teams with a warning following such blowouts and required a written description that detailed what the victorious team had done to try and keep scores low.

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With the new, harsher penalties, some players have begun insisting that their development is being hurt. One team has stopped attempting any field goals, leaving kicker James McHugh unable to attempt any scoring kicks except points after touchdowns. That’s a problem for a 13-year-old who hopes to serve as a high school placekicker in fall 2014.

Oh, hell  no.  Actually, it’s a problem for any self-respecting human being.

Thankful am I that Skip doesn’t play in such a league.  For if he did, and they passed a fucktarded rule like this, the head of said league would have the term “ass-whipping” re-defined for him.  By me.

And speaking of ass-whippings, let’s get to the football.  It’s my Arlington Heights Yellow Jackets, destined to have their magical oh-fer season extended by the Aledo Bearcats.  It’s Guaranteed Loss Night™, and the SpatulaLine™ is set at 65½ for this one.

Tomorrow morning, it’ll be Gary Patterson’s TCU Horned Frogs playing host to SMUT for the Iron Skillet.

And I shit you not – Vegas has the Frogs as an 18½-point favorite at home.

With Trevone Boykin at quarterback.

I think the Shitland Ponies win this one outright.  Look for me to be extremely  pissed come Monday.

Also Saturday, Turner Gill’s Liberty Flames take on Kentucky Weslyan, which is apparently such a small program that they don’t even have an ESPN listing.  Flames win comfortably here.

Sunday finds Houston playing host to Golden Taint and the Seattle Seahags.  If the Tex-annes can’t beat Baltimore without RAYYYYMONNNNND LEWWWWWWISSSSSSSS!!!!!, I rather doubt they’ll beat Seattle.  Vegas doesn’t think so, either – the Hags are a 2½-point road favorite.

And for a bonus game, the Dallas Cowboys, fresh off a manhandling of the St. Louis Ewes, travel to Mrs. Venomous’ home of San Diego to take on the “San Dee-ayy-go…Superchar-gers…” (a little Chris Berman lingo, there).  Vegas likes Dallas minus 2½, so look for the Powder-Blue-And_Gold to romp.

We’re back Monday with the recap.  In the meantime…dang, I didn’t know OU’s Blake Bell could throw

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This.

This  is why I fucking follow football.

The best Triple-A team in the major leagues just handed an 8-2 crushing to a franchise that was supposed  to maybe – just maybe! – contend for the World Series this year.

You would think  that, after last year’s pathetic-assed chokejob, general manager/El Grande Presidente  Jon Daniels, boy wunderkind, would get up off his ass and actually, y’know improve the ballclub.

Aw, but hell no!  This supposed genius  did nothing but lose several front line players (granted one of them was Josh “Quitter” Hamilton, but still), sign two aging, probably-done veterans, and do exactly fuckin’ dick  in upgrading the pitching staff.

And then little Ronnie Warshington (yeah, I called him Warshington – don’t like it, come tell me to my face, pussies) ONCE AGAIN  shows his ass in trying to, y’know, manage  the fucking thing.

It’s a damned good thing there was an NCIS marathon going opposite on USA, else this rant would be a lot  more vitrolic.

The only other good thing about this is that I can at least ignore competition sports for the next five months or so, until football comes back.

Fucking bastard-assed excuse-for-a-baseball-franchise… 

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Denizens, as we dive into the last regular-season edition of the Perfect Football Weekend™, we marvel at the apparent onset of What-Have-You-Done-For-Me-Lately-itis that seems to have infected college football.

Case in point:  Two years ago, Gene Chizik was the toast of the NCAA as his Auburn Tigers were the Division 1-A Football Bowl Subdivision™ champions.  (Having Cam Newton and a suffocating defense didn’t hurt him any.)  Chizik seemed to be set for years to come – Alabama is a football hotbed, and the Auburn program looked to be on solid ground.

Gene Chizik lost his job the other day.

The rapid fall from a national championship to 3-9 and the Southeastern Conference doormat led to Chizik’s firing Sunday, the day after a humbling 49-0 loss to No. 2 Alabama that showed just how far the program has fallen.

The Tigers endured the worst slide within two years of winning a national championship of any team since the Associated Press poll started in 1936 and hadn’t lost this many games since going 0-10 in 1950. The decision came 17 months after Auburn gave Chizik a contract worth some $3.5 million annually through 2015 with a hefty buyout.

“After careful consideration and a thorough evaluation of our football program, I have recommended that Coach Chizik not be retained,” Auburn athletic director Jay Jacobs said in a statement. “President (Jay) Gogue has accepted my recommendation. Earlier this morning, I informed Gene that he will not return as head coach.”

Damn.  Just, damn.

But that’s college football for you:  Cutthroat in the extreme.

On to the actual games.  Wylie East, our latest Friday Night Heroes™, take on the Pirates of Mesquite Poteet up in the old SpatulaDigs™, aka Rockwall.  I have no idea who’ll win.

Now, for what I promised you on Monday:  There will be no PFW this weekend, and there are two reasons why.

The first is tomorrow at 11:00 am, when Gary Patterson’s TCU Horned Frogs host Bob Stoops’ 11th-ranked Oklahoma Sooners.  Vegas has OU as a 6½-point road favorite, and – though it kills me to say it – they’ll do more than cover.  This ain’t the Shortdicks of TU that the Froggies are playing, after all.  TCU will be a lot more competitive the next time OU visits Fort Worth – but not tomorrow.

From OU’s point of view, they’re playing for a piece of the Big XII championship (and the outright title should TU…(snicker)…beat Kansas State up in Manhattan.  (Like that’s  gonna happen.)

The other reason is tomorrow night, as Bo Pelini’s 12th-ranked Nebraska Cornhuskers & Bret Bielema’s Wisconsin Badgers travel to Peyton Manning Stadium Lucas Oil Stadium in Indianapolis for the Big 10 11 12 13 Ten championship.  (Normally, this would be Ohio State & Nebraska; however, the Buckeyes are on NCAA probation, and are ineligible.)

Nebraska came from behind back in September to edge Bucky in Lincoln, and they’re only a three-point Vegas favorite here.  As usual, it’ll come down to how Taylor Martinez plays – which is why I think Bucky will win.

Sunday, the Dallas Cowgirlz will win their last game of the year, as Phuckadelpha’s Eagles, proud owners of a seven-game losing streak, come to play at the Death Star.  The Beagles are even more beat up than the Cowgirlz, if that’s even possible, and Dallas has already beaten them in Philthy.

Then again, they beat the NY Football Douchebags up in Joisey too and lost here, so…

We’re back Monday or so with the recap.  In the meantime, my message to HDD is…GO HUSKERS!!!!! 

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And as if that weren’t enough (as the General succinctly noted here), the National Concubine of Asshats & Arsekissers decided to collect their own pound of flesh:

The NCAA decision to void all Penn State victories back to 1998 eliminated 111 Penn State victories, dropping iconic coach Joe Paterno from the all-time winningest football coach to 12th on the list.

With the wins voided, Paterno’s official career win total is 298. Bobby Bowden with 377 wins becomes the all-time winningnest Division I.

Bullshit.  Pure, unadulterated, 100-percent non-biodegradeable bullshit.  The NCAA does not have the authority to do that to either Paterno or  Penn State.  JoePa & the Nittany Lions won those games fair & square, and there’s fuck all  the NCAA can do about it.

Suck it, NCAA!  Joe Paterno has just as many wins as he did this time seven days ago.  Kiss Penn State’s collective ass if you don’t like that.

The NCAA has slammed Penn State with an unprecedented series of penalties, including a $60 million fine and the loss of all coach Joe Paterno’s victories from 1998-2011, in the wake of the Jerry Sandusky child sex abuse scandal.

Other sanctions include a four-year ban on bowl games, and the loss of 20 scholarships per year over four years.

Not that I give a shit about what happens to the school itself, seeing as it pissed on the Paterno family’s back and tried to tell ‘em it was raining.

But if I were them, I’d be on the horn to my attorneys RightFuckingNow™.  The National Cowards & Assholes Association may fancy itself as some sort of college athletics Gestapo, but that doesn’t mean their bullshit has the force of law.

Do it, Penn State.  Bloody their noses a bit and see if they don’t back off.

I dare you.

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All I have to say is that for what this is gonna cost you, I hope that Louise at least put out for you a little bit.

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Prior to last weekend, the major-league baseball record for career homeruns was held by Hank Aaron, with 755.

Today, the major-league baseball record for career homeruns is held by…Hank Aaron, with 755.

Yes, I’ve read last night’s news.

No, I don’t give a shit what it says.

As far as I’m concerned, the number of career homeruns off the bat of one Barry “Captain Steroid” Bonds is whatever he hit prior to his juicing up…say, about 300 homeruns or so ago.  Steroids are responsible for the remainder of them.  In other words, this overgrown (literally, thanks to ‘roids) assclown cheated  to get where he was today.  He broke the rules to gain an unfair advantage, which got him in the position where he now finds himself.

(Not terribly unlike a certain fat-assed redhead bitch about 90 minutes east of here, but that’s another rant for another post.)

And what’s even more ludicrous is his claim that “he didn’t know they were steroids”.

WTF?  Denizens, neither you nor I so much as pop a sesame seed in our mouths without knowing full well what’s in it, and El Freakboy claims he didn’t know what he was taking?!?!?!

Fuck that.

Ergo, this blog and this scribe categorically refuse to honor or recognize any homerun record laid claim to by Barry “Captain Steroid” Bonds.

F.E.T.E, as the Imperial Torturer is wont to say.

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