…this time, on a planetary scale.
I can’t remember the last time I was so pleased that “US – Ewe Ess” (a little Paul Harvey lingo, there) lost a competition.
Remember all the pundits, wonks & wags speculating that Shit-cago was about to get the 2016 Summer Olympics?  “Word on the street is that it’s a done deal…” – remember?
And why was that?  Because The Messiah Hisownself™, B. HUSSEIN!!!  Obambi was Going(going…going…oing) To(to…to…ooo) Copenhagen(hagen…hagen…agen) to get those selfsame Olympics as a present for all those dead people in Shit-cago who voted for him more than 14 times.
And all the aforementioned pundits, wonks & wags were making GagaEyes™ about it all:  “Well, you just know  we’ve got it now.  Why, Obama wouldn’t take such a big entourage with him if he didn’t know he was going to bring the Olympics back with him.  All the heads of state do this, y’know.  Tony Blair did this, y’know.  So did the Chinese premier.  This is just a fait accompli, don’tcha know, yes it is, yum yum yum (smacking lips)…”
And on the first ballot, no less.  Meaning that we wound up tied for last place with whomever else got cut.
What is it Scripture says again about haughty spirits and falls? 
This edition of the Perfect Football Weekend™ begins with…baseball.
MERLIN:  What?
KORRIOTH:  Baseball???
K’HADIBAK’H:  Who are you and what have you done with Lord Venomous?
Relax, guys.  This isn’t so much about not being about football as it is a political mini-rant.
MERLIN:  Oh.  Well, that’s different.
The Tex-ass Strangers, having once again dashed the hopes of its faithful for another year, left Anaheim after delivering a whipping to their locals, 11-3.
But it was one of the after-notes in the article which got me going:
PETA is after Vizquel: Omar Vizquel’s desire to try bullfighting in Venezuela this winter has landed him on PETA’s hit list.
PETA announced Thursday that assistant director Dan Shannon has sent the Rangers’ utility infielder an urgent letter, pleading with him to give up his bullfighting plans and to “please leave animal abuse out of your midlife crisis.”
I beg your fucking pardon, Danielle?  “Leave animal abuse out of your midlife crisis”?  You’re awfully damned brave when no one can find you, aren’t you, Danielle?  Perhaps you’d like to go say that to Mr. Vizquel’s face?  I have a feeling Viz would take a rather dim view of your pussified bleating and be only so happy to go “midlife crisis” on your skanky, swishy ass.
“Participating in cruel and ludicrous activities overseas – activities that are illegal in the U.S. – won’t help Vizquel or the Rangers win over any fans here at home,” Shannon wrote.
I’m sure Vizquel doesn’t give two shits about what’s “illegal in the U.S.” with regards to this, pussy.  But perhaps he could, instead of running swords through bulls in Spain, run those swords through some chickenshit, pansy-assed, sniveling oxygen-wasters posing as PETA directors.  Now, I’d pay money to see that.
On to the PFW.  If it’s Week 5, it must be O.D. Wyatt (Awwk, awwk!) for my Arlington Heights Yellow Jackets.  (And I say that because when I went to Heights, Wyatt’s cheerleaders always sounded like a Wendy Williams TV show audience – “Awwk, awwk!!!”.)  Heights defeated the Chaparrals last year, 27-20, so we’ll hope for a second straight win on Saturday.
Turner Gill’s UBuffalo Bulls are at home against Central Michigan – the same Central Michigan that upset Michigan State a couple weeks back.  The Bulls are 8½-point dogs in this one, and I tend to think it’ll be a fourth loss in a row for Turner’s boys.
The national marquee game Saturday features 8th-ranked Oklahoma going to Miami to play Randy Shannon’s 17th-ranked Hurricanes.  Shannon has been steadily rebuilding the program down there, and it looks as if they’re primed for another Jimmy Johnson-type run.
What I like about their team – despite my not-so-secret disdain for the program in general – is their quarterback, Jacory Harris.  When you watch him, you notice that, when he makes a big play, he doesn’t do a whole lot of chest-thumping and all of this gangsta-rap bullshit you see in so many players today, both college & pro.  Harris just goes, “okay, next play, let’s go” – as if he realizes that it’s what he’s supposed  to do as quarterback, so what’s the big deal?
OU’s a 7½-point road dog here, and I don’t think it’ll be that close.  Bradford’s still out for the game, and all-universe tight end Jermaine Gresham is done for his college career (knee), and that can’t help but hurt.  OU can not  afford to get in a shootout with these guys, and I’m afraid that’s what it’s going to be.
Closer to home, we now explore the concept of the “trap game”, as I promised on Tuesday.  Harken back with me if you will to 2005.  Gary Patterson’s Froggies had just gone up to Norman and beaten the Sooners, had just earned (finally!) respect for the program, and were now in Dallas the next week to take on horrendously-lightly-regarded SMUT.
As you may remember, I felt pretty good about the game.  And those of you who’ve been here for a while know how it turned out.
Well, good for Gary P. – he hasn’t forgotten, either.
The Horned Frogs (No. 10 in USA Today’s coaches’ poll), have been continuously reminded of their loss to SMU after an upset victory over Oklahoma in 2005. But no one needs to remind Patterson of the loss.
“Immediately, in the locker room,” said defensive tackle Cory Grant on how quickly the ’05 loss was brought up after Saturday’s 14-10 win at Clemson. “We knew it was going to happen.”
I positively hate playing teams in their second year under a new head coach, because they start to realize how good they might get.  That the Shitland Ponies have played a couple games this year doesn’t help.  Nevertheless, I like the Frogs to win this one, although it won’t be the 28-point shellacking Vegas thinks it’ll be.
Sunday finds the Dallas Cow-whatever they ares up in Denver to play the Broncos and their irritating fans, who have to celebrate every not-caught pass by the opposition by screaming “IN…COM…PLETE!!!!!!” at the top of their lungs.  Here’s hoping for a squash and Romo going 25-for-25.
We’re back Monday with the recap.  In the meantime, Bucky travels to Minne-ha-ha to play the Golden Gophers in their new stadium (at least, I think  it’s new – it was outdoors) as a 2½-point road dog, so I ask HDD:  Does going back outside mean that UMinne-ha-ha loses whatever home-dome advantage it used to have?