Kindled

Kindled
1: to catch fire
2: to flare up
3: to become animated
4: to become illuminated
5: to get hit so hard by a certain Texas defensive end that you lose your helmet, drop the ball and lose a contact

No need to use it in a sentence when you have a visual:

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“Tortillas are best used for tacos” –BJG

This from a good friend of mine in reference to the asinine custom of Texas Tech fans of throwing my native land’s traditional fare onto the field. I guess when your program is tradition-starved you do what you do to generate a certain esprit de corps.

Last Saturday night’s match up between Texas and Texas Tech was hyped up by ABC as a “revenge” game. Revenge against the Red Raiders for crushing the ‘Horns title hopes last season.

Texas did beat Tech 34-24 last Saturday night. However, even if the ‘Horns had blown the Red Raiders out, that still wouldn’t have undone what transpired last year on the High Plains or erased the dull ache that Longhorn Nation feels when recalling those events. I still can’t watch Crabtree’s play without feeling nauseous.

If you want expert analysis of the win, you won’t find it here but you will find it over at Barking Carnival (no one does better than Scipio Tex):

Texas Tech Post Mortem

Just like Earl Thomas and Curtis Brown became part of former Tech receiver Michael Crabtree’s draft reel, now Tech QB Taylor Potts has become a centerpiece in UT defensive end Sergio Kindle’s.

Here’s the video of Mr. Kindle em, kindling Todd Parker, er Taylor Potts,

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Pedialyte

Pedialyte

The Elixir of Champions

Well I don’t know about “champions” but it is the libation that one Colt McCoy drank at halftime of the Texas-Texas Tech game last Saturday as he was recovering from the flu. Read about it here.

This from the story,

NCAA rules prohibit McCoy from endorsements, but come January we might see a new face promoting Pedialyte that replaces the bear currently on the label.

I’d take it further and exploit the uncanny resemblance of our beloved quarterback to former “must-have” holiday toy, the Furby. Check it out:

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Seriously, no relation

On a serious note, let’s hope that Colt regains his form from last season before the Mighty Miners from UTEP come to the ATX this Saturday.

Never Forget

“Soon we will have revenge.” –Darth Maul

Not trying to piggyback the last post by quoting another George Lucas creation but the Texas-Texas Tech game is tomorrow and it will serve all Longhorns well to stew on the events that transpired the last time these 2 teams met.

If you want video of it you can watch it in this excellent write-up:

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While I can’t bring myself to press play on the vid, I can stew by watching a shot of the one-sided Duel of the Fates:

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Here’s to a dismantling of the Red Raiders tomorrow night before a national audience on ABC.

Hook ’em!

México Actually Wins a Penalty Shootout

Mexican fans you know the routine. In an elimination match, you better hope that El Tri wins in the first 90 minutes or if not then manages to put the match away during the 30 minute overtime, why?

Because as all of us know, Mexican fútbolistas are inept at taking penalty kicks. The memories are many and are painful.

There was the ’86 World Cup quarterfinals when ze Germans bested México 4-1 in a penalty shootout. While it’s easy to blame then Mexican goalie, Pablo Larios, let’s keep in mind that his teammates couldn’t beat the German keeper. [Let’s not even mention Hugo Sanchez’ annulled goal, grrrrrr]

Then there was the ’94 World Cup Round of 16 against Bulgaria. Even though, yes Mexican keeper Jorge Campos (below right) could have better lived up to the hype his ridiculous jersey’s generated, his teammates wilted at the 11-meter dot and couldn’t buy a penalty kick. The Bulgarian keeper was the Germans and my countrymen’s penalty takers were the French.
Jorge Campos

On a lesser scale there was the harrowing loss to the hated Argentines in the 2005 Confederations Cup. In that case, my countrymen made their kicks only to have national team luminary Ricardo Osorio miss a sudden death penalty kick.

My point with all this historical hash is that my countrymen have shown an iniquitous ineptitude to execute penalty kicks and/or block them. What do you expect when your goalies’ height haven’t even come close to 6′? (This is slowly changing)

All that changed last night when my native land’s 11 bested Costa Rica in a penalty shootout in the Gold Cup Semifinal.

The frustrated/jubilant thoughts of a Mexican after the jump…

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What is Love?

With all due respect to Haddaway, the following shot is one answer to that question,

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Michael Conroy/Associated Press

No, I’m not saying that Michael Jordan looking like he’s at a revival is love.

Rather, him rocking that Illinois polo is love, a father’s love. Before achieving basketball immortality in the NBA, Jordan played ball at North Carolina. There, he won a national title under the tutelage of the coaching great Dean Smith.

Yet, because his boy is a reserve player on the University of Illinois team, Jordan forgets Carolina blue to support his son by sporting Illinois orange.

Boy, I don’t know, if our son were to attend OU (or A&M), and miraculously (you see, the genetic deck is stacked against him) play basketball there, could I set aside my burnt orange to sport crimson or maroon?

Blasphemous as it might be in Longhorn Nation, I wouldn’t even think twice.

Seriously though, what is love? This is love:

Not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins. – 1 John 4:10

Before Bobby Valentine, there was Vladimir Putin

Back in our college days, my friends and I would frequent one of our glorious university’s computer labs. Since we attended college at around the time that chat rooms were beginning to proliferate, our time was spent talking to people we’d never meet.

Naturally, using the anonymity that the ‘Net grants, we’d play all sorts of pranks on each other. Without going into detail, let’s just say that some of them were epic.

This kind of tomfoolery would extend to acquaintances. We knew these 2 guys and on one occurrence we tried to punk them via chat room. They must have caught on because one of them (the spymaster) sent the other on a mission unworthy of Dzerzhinsky.

The fact that our counterespionage efforts uncovered the plot reveals the efficacy of our nemesis’ total lack of subterfuge. After this incident we glossed this guy, “Beano the Spy”.

It is this lack of subterfuge and underhandedness to which I pay tribute to on this day.

Exhibit A is former New York Mets skipper, Bobby Valentine. Bobby was ejected from a game and then came back to the dugout looking like this,
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Exhibit B, I’m afraid, is anachronistic. At the time the following picture was taken, we didn’t know that the spy in question would later become Russia’s President and more importantly, because of his unfortunate last name, the butt of many Mexicans’ jokes,

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Source: Pete Souza

Here’s the story behind the picture:

“Undercover Putin In KGB Reagan Ruse”

Colt McCoy Feels Kurt Warner’s Pain

First off, last night’s Super Bowl was simply amazing. It was the kind of game that us football fans pine for as a send off to a brutally long off-season. Though I was rooting for the Cardinals, major props to the Steelers on the win.

Especially to former Longhorn great, and current Pittsburgh nose tackle, Casey Hampton on winning his second ring. I actually met Mr. Hampton on Sixth Street a few years ago.

He was a mountain of a man then, and from the looks of it, he’s still growing (below).

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If only the NFL could find me a helmet that fit…

Secondly, I’m fully aware that the college game is nothing like the pro game. There is much more (seemingly) at stake in the NFL than there is in college football, even at its highest level. So let that be established, that the NFL is vastly different than NCAA football.

This contrast is increased when one compares a regular season game (even if it’s between the #1 team and the #6 team) with the freakin’ Super Bowl, which I’m about to do.

For me, last night’s game picked a slowly-healing scab. Why?

Because I know how Arizona Cardinal fan felt at the end of the game.

I felt the same way last November 1st, when Colt McCoy drove the Longhorns the length of the field on a drive that culminated on a seemingly game-clinching touchdown against Texas Tech. Only to have the opposing QB and WR (Graham Harrell and Michael Crabtree, respectively) make an eye-popping play to steal the win.

The loss cost the Longhorn a shot at the national title and will long fester in the soul of Longhorn Nation. Yes, it was not the Super Bowl but that doesn’t lessen the ‘pain’.

Last night, QB Kurt Warner seemingly led his Arizona Cardinals on a seemingly game-winning drive, ending in WR Larry Fitzgerald’s clutch 64-yard TD reception.

However, as in the Texas game, there was just enough time left on the clock to allow the opposing team to craft a dramatic game-clinching drive (Roethlisberger playing Harrell to Santonio Holmes’ Crabtree).

Here is a shot of Kurt Warner after the game, the agony on his face is manifest:

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Brother Colt feels my pain