A strange and unfamiliar feeling

I watched the Civil War with fingers crossed for Oregon, and when they won, it was… what’s the word? Fun.

No strokes, no rage, no elevated blood pressure, just enjoyment of a good game.

But it got worse. I called my brother, an Oregon alum, and we cast aspersions at James Rodgers, and discussed the sheer un-Oregonness of not collapsing at the key moment. I said I was looking forward to the Rose Bowl, and I meant it.

Is this what it was like before the Mongol Horde came roaring out of the Coliseum under the Khan Carroll? I think it was. It’s no bad trade for an exasperating season.

(But they’d better improve next season so I don’t have to maintain the image of mature enjoyment of the sport…)


Everton 1 – Liverpool 0

After a couple of draws and Benitez moaning about defensive play, who’s through to the next round of the FA Cup? Only the unfancied team with the frightening Scottish manager. I wonder how Benitez is going to explain this one away…

Turkish Delight

Cudicini was pretty close to getting his right hand on this one, but what a goal from Fenerbahce’s Deivid:

That makes up for the own-goal  he scored in the first half, I should think.

Lag time between posts? You make sense of this

It’s been a while since I’ve had anything to say on sports. Real life has been interfering with viewing sports. Furthermore, my usual mode – enduring Scotland’s futbol, and enjoying USC’s games, has been turned on its head. What do I make of a 30 day period that includes this…

and this…

Seriously, what the hell?

this will bring a tear to the eye…

From the BBC, a tale of woe from Liverpool:

A woman who ripped off her ex-boyfriend’s testicle with her bare hands has been sent to prison.

Amanda Monti, 24, flew into a rage when Geoffrey Jones, 37, rejected her advances at the end of a house party, Liverpool Crown Court heard.

She pulled off his left testicle and tried to swallow it, before spitting it out. A friend handed it back to Mr Jones saying: “That’s yours.”

Monti admitted wounding and was jailed for two-and-a-half years.

Jesus. I think I prefer my Scousers heisting hubcaps and their goalkeeper’s sports utility vehicles.

A good kicking? 1000 Pints to you!

This is not strictly about sports unless you take the view that getting the boot in is a time-honoured Scottish pastime (which it is):

Without a doubt, the only good thing to come out of the attempted car bombing of Glasgow Airport is the rise of John Smeaton, baggage handler, who took an early end to his cigarette break in order to give the driver of the Jeep a bit of a kicking, and assist with moving an injured bystander.

Mr Smeaton is the focus of this website, which is raising money to stand him to 1000 pints at the bar of the Holiday Inn immediately adjacent to Glasgow Airport. The comments alone make the website worth reading; my favorite: “only in Glasgow would police need to protect suicide bombers.”

There’s a ton of interview film out there including from the fan site, but this is by far the spirit of Glasgow in 30 seconds or so:

“Glasgow doesny accept this… so ye know, come to Glasgow, we’ll set about ye.”

That might prove to be a tourist slogan that’s even more durable than “Glasgow’s Miles Better…”

Man U win

It’s come to something when having Manchester United win the Premier league is viewed as – if not quite a victory for the little man – a winf ro football. If you take the view that this is not the most talented group to ever take the field for ManU, then it’s not too bad at all. In any case, I can’t help but think that Mourinho is one FA cup loss away from getting his jotters. Then perhaps we can get back to people disliking Manchester United for being too good, and I can get my schadenfreude on while watching them play.