Allballs.com (seriously, that’s the name of the site) ranked their version of the “10 Greatest Halftime Moments“, and some of them are absolutely hilarious. Included in the 10 was Ashlee Simpson being booed at the Orange Bowl a few years ago, as well as Janet Jackson’s “wardrobe malfunction”.
Their number one ranked moment absolutely takes the cake, however. The guy in the white shirt and black pants is priceless:
The guy in the crowd cupping his face in his hands at the end is hilarious!
What the hell happened to Louisville this year? The Cardinals were absolutely worked up and down the field in a 44-35 loss to unranked Utah Friday night. Every year the Big East tries to contend in the polls and every year the conference falters at some point, but UL has to be better than this, right?
Nobody expected the Cardinals defense to be good, but watching them give up close to 600 yards to Utah was staggering. At least Brian Brohm (39 of 58, 467 yards, 4 TDs) continues to put up eye-popping numbers. He still appears to be head and shoulders above any other quarterback in the nation, especially after the lackluster performance Andre Woodson turned in against South Carolina Thursday night.
Stay healthy the rest of the year young Brian. Some NFL team has about $60 mil waiting for you.
ESPN’s Bill Simmons loves NBC’s “Friday Night Lights.” So do I. So do us both a solid and check out at least the first four episodes of Season 1, which is available now on DVD at your local video store and for free online at NBC.com. It may take you a while to work through the season, so just be sure to TiVo the first few episodes of Season 2 (which starts Oct. 5) so you can get all caught up.
Like many, Simmons watched the first episode and wasn’t impressed:
I watched the pilot when it originally aired, but I didn’t love it: too much puke-cam (the camera stopped moving so much in later episodes) and an unspeakable sports inconsistency (Dillon High completes a game-winning Hail Mary that could have happened only on a 140-yard field). Once the abysmal ratings were announced, I assumed the show was doomed and opted not to waste my time with Episode 2.
Then, his buddy sent him an early release Season 1 DVD set from Japan:
As he predicted, the Sports Gal and I ripped through all 22 episodes in a week, learning the Japanese words for “play,” “stop” and “pause” in the process. Quite simply, FNL is the best date show ever, an improbable cross between The O.C. and every sports show you ever wanted Hollywood to make. It’s the first show my wife and I have loved equally, but for different reasons. What can be better than that?
If you do give it a shot, let me recommend the impeccable acting, the lively football scenes (although they tend to go overboard on exciting finishes), the risky story lines and especially Coach Taylor’s family, the most authentic household in recent TV history. Every nuance is nailed, every hug seems genuine, every fight makes sense, every sarcastic barb and flustered reaction ring true. If there are better TV actors than Kyle Chandler (Coach) and Connie Britton (Mrs. Coach), I haven’t TiVoed them. Pay particular attention to the astonishing two-parter in which an older assistant sets off a racial powder keg before a big playoff game. If FNL were Michael Jordan, Lyla Garrity’s slam-page episode would be the 63-point game in Boston (the coming-out party), and the two-parter would be the 1991 Finals (the moment considerable potential is realized).
Look, I’m the biggest White Shadow fan on the planet … and even I concede that FNL is the greatest sports show ever. Shadow died prematurely because the story line called for it to graduate too many key characters at once. I can live with that. FNL is going to die prematurely because five times as many Americans would rather watch an acerbic British guy belittle dreadful singers on a reality show. I can’t live with that.
So please, please help me and every other FNL fanatic. Watch the show. Spread the gospel.
Amen, brother.
Are there any other FNL fans out there?
Apparently O.J. Simpson didn’t get the memo that even if his name is on something, doesn’t mean that it actually belongs to him. Simpson, along with a few people he was attending a wedding with (yes really), recently barraged into the hotel room of a couple of sports collectors who owned his apparel, waved a gun and started yelling, “Mother f*****, you think you can steal my s***?”
However, that all went out the window when Simpson arrived with several men from a wedding he was attending in town. According to Riccio, Simpson and his companions then took the items and left the room. One of the men in the room, Alfred Beardsley, a real-estate agent and long-time Simpson memorabilia collector, claimed that at least one man in Simpson’s group brandished a gun.
Can you imagine sitting in your hotel room ready to make a nice mint on your Juice collection and the real Juice kicks in the door with a gun and starts screaming that he wants his s*** back? The collectors didn’t even have time to say, “Holy s*** – that’s the Juice!”
And how about these guys at the wedding? You’re there with O.J. freaking Simpson and at one point during the night he looks at you and says, “Hey man, these people stole some of my s*** and I want to get it back. You in?” Not only that, but these guys actually go, “Yeah Juice – sounds good, lets go get your s*** back.” Are you kidding me? Why would anyone follow this coconut anywhere?
There’s talk that he could spend the next 106 years in prison. So let me get this straight – he skates on double murder, but essentially gets life in prison for trying to rob somebody for some of his old sports memorabilia? Only in America…
Anyone who doesn’t follow Kige Ramsey from “YouTube Sports” just doesn’t know what they’re missing. I’ve blogged how he should have been Dan Patrick’s replacement on ESPN Radio, but apparently my shouts of “Kige!” have fallen on deaf ears.
Just watch this video of Kige’s take on pro vs. college football and tell me if you’ve seen anything more insightful:
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