4
Sep
2009
SI’s Big Ben lovefest is tedious, at best
It’s Friday morning in Santa Monica, California. I’m brewing up a pot of coffee and scanning the NFL wire.
A few quick thoughts: Fantasy owners suffered a minor, but passing, freak-out this A.M.: the highly lauded Maurice Jones-Drew bruised his lower right leg in last night’s 24-17 victory over the Redskins. While X-rays were negative (they’re calling it a “shin contusion”), it could affect his participation in Week 1′s matchup against the Colts. Team officials are saying he’ll be ready to roll… in New York, Giants wide receiver Hakeem Nicks says he’ll be fine after suffering an infamous “hip flexor” during the team’s 38-27 defeat at the hands of the Patriots.
We believe that Madden 10 has sorely underrated our man Hakeem Nicks. Secondly, how do scores of 88, 84, 91, and 74 average out to 78? The correct average is 84.25. What's up, Madden 10? Get a calculator, boys.
Nicks has been sensational this preseason, with 8 catches for 263 yards and 3 touchdowns. People aren’t saying much, but the G-men desperately need Nicks to shine. Without Plaxico Burress, Big Blue’s in search of a leading wideout, and while that’s a tough role for a rookie to step into, Nicks has shown poise and big-game flash. Did UNC head coach Butch Davis have anything to do with that? Following his meltdown with the Browns, Butch has done a nice job down at UNC… Speaking of Cleveland, Mangenious has the Browns involved (for the 17th consecutive year) in a largely meaningless QB mystery. Man-G (I’m too lazy to type “Mangenius”) won’t say who his starter is. Neither quarterback played in last nights 26-23 loss to the Bears. Fans went so far as to comment on which of the two quarterbacks, Brady Quinn or Derek Anderson, seemed more “enthusiastic” on the field during stretches. Man-G, trying to get any advantage he can over the Vikings, knows the bottom line: If Quinn or Anderson–or a wrist-slitting combination of both–don’t put up solid numbers immediately, Man-G’s chasing the wind.
Would you trust this guy with your children?
Sports Illustrated has raised this Browns fan’s ire. The mag–and its illustrious soothsayer Peter King–see a grim tomorrow for the Browns, and defame the Seal Brown and Orange in style: (1) They place fat-faced, beer-swollen Ben Roethlisberger on the cover. (2) They pee aggressively on the Cleveland franchise, picking the Browns to go 2-14, the worst in the league. That’s a good sign, in my book. They’ve been getting it wrong year after year; routinely picking hanging-by-a-thread, old-news dynasties to reach the Super Bowl, season after season. Their pick for 2009? The Patriots and the Bears. (Wake me up when we get there.)
Do you remember, when you were young, and the SI Preview actually meant something? I’d pour over it for hours. Back then, I’d buy every football preview magazine I could get my hands on–SI’s was the glossiest. Its competitors were frequently amateur, printed on soiled newsprint, and filled with typographical errors–but filled with rich statistical information and strange file photos of mid-tier players. We’re talking 1985, 1986, 1987 here–the league coming into full bloom. In those years, I was shipped off to summer camp during June and July, and my mom–following my diligent, hand-written instructions–would peruse newsstands for football and wrestling titles, and send three or four at a time by mail. Whereas the football mags were pieced together by reputable companies, the wrestling publications were backwoods–filled with fan-snapped photos taken seven rows back from ringside. Some of the more obtuse journals would spend 20 to 30 pages detailing the pro wrestling scene down in Alabama, Georgia, Louisianna. The photos were bloody. Men being mauled with folding chairs; sliced by razor blades hidden in wristbands; “wimps” bitten in the kidney by masked opponents with no origin or human history.
At camp, we’d get a full hour to read and snooze after lunch every day–this was aptly named “siesta,” despite the fact that 98% of the campers were from Connecticut and had never spoken a sentence of Spanish. During “siesta,” while other campers played cards or picked their noses alone in bed, I absorbed wrestling and pro football data–storing it away for my return to the civilized world. Times have changed. Who has the patience to check our watches, waiting around for a FOOTBALL MAGAZINE, stuffed like a goose with last week’s rotting news? Big Ben on the cover? Come on, SI.
My coffee’s cold.
7
May
2009
Hakeem Nicks is just like Michael Irvin
Hey, Nicks and Irvin BOTH wore #88 too! Cosmic, man. Cosmic. (Photo: Newsday.com)
Or, at least so says his former coach at North Carolina, Butch Davis. And Davis just might know something about the subject, since he was also on the Dallas Cowboys staff from 1989-1994, when Irvin was doing tons of blow in his prime:
Davis had this to say of the New York Giants 1st round pick [New York Daily News ]:
“You don’t want to put this burden on a kid coming into his rookie year, but a lot of his physical attributes are very similar to Michael Irvin,” Davis said. “Hakeem is big, he’s physical, he catches the ball over the middle, and he’s got that ability to play physical when people are draped all over him as they’re going to be in the National Football League.”
He even said the 6-1, 210-pound Nicks has “as good a set of hands catching the ball as anybody I’ve ever been around.” And he’s been around receivers such as Irvin, Andre Johnson, Santana Moss and Reggie Wayne.
Irvin says the comparison should be good for Hicks, and gives him something to live up to in his career.
Let’s just hope that Nicks doesn’t also stab a teammate over a haircut and get arrested for felony cocaine posession, too. Because that would suck.
