Well, friends it been 8 days since the Jags lost their last game. It's been 9 since the Noles lost to unranked N.C. State. I've been a caller on 2 radio call in shows. And still I am filled with angst over my teams. Nothing seems to help. In an effort of silent protest, I have vowed to wear black (dark grey and navy blue are acceptable) until the Jaguars win another game. I'm on day 8 of the black shirt protest. I was talking to someone today who said "Wow. You are serious." I said "Yes I am. If I was any more serious I'd wear black until Gene Smith is fired." Black until Gene Smith is fired. That could last awhile. I don't have the intestinal fortitude for that.
Along those same lines, my friend asks me today "Are you desperate enough to want Bill Polian as your GM?" Uh yeah. I am. We can call the campaign "The Suck for Polian".
Why Polian? Because he can obviously put together a winning team. (See "It's Not Called the Naive Football League") He brought Peyton Manning and Andrew Luck to the Colts. He could really do something for Jax. It would probably tick off Jim Irsay (which would allow me to check an item off my bucket list).
I have realized that for several years, possibly since 2008, the Jaguars give off a feeling of being close to breaking through and being a yearly playoff contender. And each year nothing has happened. Gene Smith has been with the Jaguars since day one. There was an article this weak with a Gene Smith interview that says that Gene Smith thinks there is not enough talent on the team. No self-respecting GM would ever get up and say those words "this team doesn't have enough talent." DUDE, THAT'S YOUR FREAKIN' JOB. I wanna win. And I wanna win badly. This team cannot win with Gene Smith. Please bring on the Polian. The Suck for Polian campaign begins here and now.
MDK in the HOUSE
We MUST Protect This House
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Monday, October 15, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Post Apocalyptic Meltdown of a BAD Football Weekend.
It was a long weekend. Mentally. It started with the hope that the Carter-Finley curse would somehow NOT rear it's ugly head. But, alas, it was not to be and FSU fell to unranked NC State. Well ok. There was a mushroom cloud over central Duval County over my house that night, but ok, whatever.
I headed to Everbank Stadium to watch the Bears vs. Jaguars. Let's be clear. I was not expecting a miracle blowout by the Jaguars. I just like it to be competitive. I'm not really into giving play by plays. That's a man's thing. However, the first series that Chicago had the ball, Jay Cutler threw an interception!!! I jumped up and exclaimed with my foam paws I might add: I got your Monsters of the Midway RIGHT HERE!!!!! I said it like 4 times. Because I can. Because Everbank is MY HOUSE!! In the second half, the tide turned and the Jaguars ended up losing 41-3 to that sissy-la-la Jay Cutler. He's such a stinking baby. Insult to injury was the very poor behavior of the Bears fans. One woman in particular was especially annoying. She had an orange and blue tramp stamp and every time she jumped up her pants would come down and the back of her shirt would come up and she would be tugging and pulling. Unfortunately, because she was sitting in front of me, I had to endure repeated sighting of said tramp stamp. I live in Gainesville North AKA Jacksonville so I have seen them ad nauseum. This bears fan also repeatedly mocked the Jaguar fans and screamed and yelled constantly. Did I mention she brought her 7 yr old kid with her? So, demoralized, mocked and verbally abused "in my own house", I began the long walk back to my car. There were clouds off to the west. And in the sky there were spider webs of lightning. It was as if the weather was trying to match my mood.
I get to my car finally with all of the D-R-U-N-K people around me. EWWW. I start the engine and get in line to get down the road. The first song I heard was "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" by Drowning Pool. That felt good. Then, as if the radio station knew just the song to play, the next song was "Long Way Home" by Supertramp. And actually I was taking the long way home but not by choice. That immediately brought me back down to pensive thought. As pensive as you can be with crazy drivers down MLK Expressway.
(Before I tell you the next part of my story, let's get something straight. I'm not a cryer. I don't like Nicholas Sparks movies: they all end the same way, and the man always dies.)
I decide to wheel in to Sonny's for some chopped barbecue with mustard sauce to go. I walk up to the window. I'm still dressed in all my stuff from the game. A nice girl with a Jaguar shirt came to the takeout window to take my order. The first thing she asks me was if I was ok. I immediately got choked up and repeated in my mind "there's no crying in football" over and over.
Peeps. When I almost burst into tears after the takeout girl at Sonny's asks me if I'm ok, that's a problem.
That's a problem because I advocated the torching of Shack Harris and Byron Leftwich. Ok so we get rid of them and we'll be better. I could go on and on. Oh if this happens or we get this player or...We will finally win. I can't take it anymore. I just wanna win. What does it take to win? I feel as if some lingering funk is left from the Weaver ownership. Like a skunk that has somehow eluded capture and occasionally sprays everything down. Let's say that same skunk (Jack Del Rio) sprays the inside of your house And you only clean the coffee table and the TV. Meanwhile you don't wash the dog or the floor. There will still be stink everywhere until you CLEAN THE WHOLE HOUSE. Do something. Anything.
On the other hand: 1. If winning in the NFL was easy everybody would be doing it. 2. If you listen to the fans, you'll be sitting with him. I get those 2 principles. I don't have all the answers or solutions. What I do know is more than anything, I wanna win. And the players wanna win. So what's keeping them?
Speaking of houses, I certainly do not appreciate the way Bears fans acted in my house. You do not mock me. You do not act like hooligans. It's my house. I did not go to the Superdome and point and scream and act nasty. Tell them they were losers. I acted respectful and cheered when my team did something good. It's called Decorum. Chicago fans should try some. We are not a "storied" franchise. But we still deserve respect.
One more thing before I go. Gator fans that come to a Jaguar game dressed like Gators to cheer on the Bears: I ain't got nothing for you. Just goes to show that some fans pick their teams from the colors. That's the lamest thing I have ever heard.
MDK in the House
We MUST protect this house.
P.S. I don't make a habit of calling players out. So, I would like to say I finally saw this player "put his hands in the AYYRRR, like he was a true Playa". Even if it was only once. Don't stop until the whistle blows.
I headed to Everbank Stadium to watch the Bears vs. Jaguars. Let's be clear. I was not expecting a miracle blowout by the Jaguars. I just like it to be competitive. I'm not really into giving play by plays. That's a man's thing. However, the first series that Chicago had the ball, Jay Cutler threw an interception!!! I jumped up and exclaimed with my foam paws I might add: I got your Monsters of the Midway RIGHT HERE!!!!! I said it like 4 times. Because I can. Because Everbank is MY HOUSE!! In the second half, the tide turned and the Jaguars ended up losing 41-3 to that sissy-la-la Jay Cutler. He's such a stinking baby. Insult to injury was the very poor behavior of the Bears fans. One woman in particular was especially annoying. She had an orange and blue tramp stamp and every time she jumped up her pants would come down and the back of her shirt would come up and she would be tugging and pulling. Unfortunately, because she was sitting in front of me, I had to endure repeated sighting of said tramp stamp. I live in Gainesville North AKA Jacksonville so I have seen them ad nauseum. This bears fan also repeatedly mocked the Jaguar fans and screamed and yelled constantly. Did I mention she brought her 7 yr old kid with her? So, demoralized, mocked and verbally abused "in my own house", I began the long walk back to my car. There were clouds off to the west. And in the sky there were spider webs of lightning. It was as if the weather was trying to match my mood.
I get to my car finally with all of the D-R-U-N-K people around me. EWWW. I start the engine and get in line to get down the road. The first song I heard was "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" by Drowning Pool. That felt good. Then, as if the radio station knew just the song to play, the next song was "Long Way Home" by Supertramp. And actually I was taking the long way home but not by choice. That immediately brought me back down to pensive thought. As pensive as you can be with crazy drivers down MLK Expressway.
(Before I tell you the next part of my story, let's get something straight. I'm not a cryer. I don't like Nicholas Sparks movies: they all end the same way, and the man always dies.)
I decide to wheel in to Sonny's for some chopped barbecue with mustard sauce to go. I walk up to the window. I'm still dressed in all my stuff from the game. A nice girl with a Jaguar shirt came to the takeout window to take my order. The first thing she asks me was if I was ok. I immediately got choked up and repeated in my mind "there's no crying in football" over and over.
Peeps. When I almost burst into tears after the takeout girl at Sonny's asks me if I'm ok, that's a problem.
That's a problem because I advocated the torching of Shack Harris and Byron Leftwich. Ok so we get rid of them and we'll be better. I could go on and on. Oh if this happens or we get this player or...We will finally win. I can't take it anymore. I just wanna win. What does it take to win? I feel as if some lingering funk is left from the Weaver ownership. Like a skunk that has somehow eluded capture and occasionally sprays everything down. Let's say that same skunk (Jack Del Rio) sprays the inside of your house And you only clean the coffee table and the TV. Meanwhile you don't wash the dog or the floor. There will still be stink everywhere until you CLEAN THE WHOLE HOUSE. Do something. Anything.
On the other hand: 1. If winning in the NFL was easy everybody would be doing it. 2. If you listen to the fans, you'll be sitting with him. I get those 2 principles. I don't have all the answers or solutions. What I do know is more than anything, I wanna win. And the players wanna win. So what's keeping them?
Speaking of houses, I certainly do not appreciate the way Bears fans acted in my house. You do not mock me. You do not act like hooligans. It's my house. I did not go to the Superdome and point and scream and act nasty. Tell them they were losers. I acted respectful and cheered when my team did something good. It's called Decorum. Chicago fans should try some. We are not a "storied" franchise. But we still deserve respect.
One more thing before I go. Gator fans that come to a Jaguar game dressed like Gators to cheer on the Bears: I ain't got nothing for you. Just goes to show that some fans pick their teams from the colors. That's the lamest thing I have ever heard.
MDK in the House
We MUST protect this house.
P.S. I don't make a habit of calling players out. So, I would like to say I finally saw this player "put his hands in the AYYRRR, like he was a true Playa". Even if it was only once. Don't stop until the whistle blows.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
No 24 hrs Needed
This week has been an all new football low for me personally. Last weeks loss to the Bengals felt all encompassing. Little did I know that 6 short days later, my ORIGINAL team, FSU, would disappoint in a way never imagined by myself or the twitter world apparently. Tonights game was one of THE most disappointing FSU games I have personally ever witnessed. I don't care what anyone says. Jimbo Fisher forced Bobby Bowden out. Jimbo "thought" he was ready to run a major college football franchise. Let's be honest folks, it's a franchise. Jimbo thought he would walk right in and turn it around. And to a certain extent he did. We have won several matchups with Florida but only because they were lesser teams. That's not Florida State. We go in as the underdog and outplay other teams. That used to be our M.O.. Now we lose to unranked NC State because we can. E.J., God Bless You. You are not Charlie Ward. I'm not even sure you are a team leader. And you know what else I know? Jimbo you can't be an offensive coordinator AND head coach. Other coaches can. YOU CANNOT. It has been proven many times but tonight is the straw that broke the camel's back. You have lost the FSU faithful. You won't be able to sell out Doak. I live in Jacksonville. But I no longer call it Jacksonville. I call it Gainesville North. I'm Sick of it. SICK. Sick. Sick. Sick.
What's going to have to happen to restore FSU to it's proper place? I mean we haven't even had a scandal. What will have to happen to bring glory back to Florida State? GET RID OF FISHER. SOON. And get us a real coach with a REAL offensive coordinator.
Did anyone happen to notice that this week, FSU lost 2 4-star recruits??!! Anybody?! I want to know why!!!!
But you know what, at least I ain't crying about it like Tim Tebow would. There's no crying in football. But there certainly is anger and frustration.
MDK in the House
We must protect this house
What's going to have to happen to restore FSU to it's proper place? I mean we haven't even had a scandal. What will have to happen to bring glory back to Florida State? GET RID OF FISHER. SOON. And get us a real coach with a REAL offensive coordinator.
Did anyone happen to notice that this week, FSU lost 2 4-star recruits??!! Anybody?! I want to know why!!!!
But you know what, at least I ain't crying about it like Tim Tebow would. There's no crying in football. But there certainly is anger and frustration.
MDK in the House
We must protect this house
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