No Movement?
This entry was posted on 1/14/2010 4:08 PM and is filed under Family Fun,media.
Not content with beating the bloody hell out of the seventh ranked team in the nation last Saturday, our unranked Marauders (Mavericks to the eunuchs in the crowd) kicked the teeth out of and then squatted over the remains of last night's opponents.
What an opening line! Grantland Rice, eat your heart out.
It was just the sort of game I enjoy most. We were up 53-18 at the half. Jay cleared the bench and let all out guys get plenty of floor time in. At one point in the second half, Ridgewater was only down by 16 but we got tired of toying with them and quickly bumped the margin to over twenty. The final score was 80-60 but the game really wasn't that close. We could've beaten them by 50 if we were mean and greedy. We're neither. We just want to win all the games, all the time. That doesn't make us greedy that makes us
winners.
Clearly, this is a program that should be abolished. What kind of values are those?
A new national poll came out this week after we trounced a top ten team and the new poll showed....no movement.
No change. The opponent we squashed like an overripe banana remains in the top seven and we are no where in sight.
That gives you an accurate idea of what polls are worth.
Sports ranking polls, anyway. It seems silly to spend so much time ranking teams who all have to play out their schedules and then continue to perform in tournaments. At the end of the season, we will all know who is number one, two and so on. All this conjecture before hand is just a pleasant waste of time.
Like American Idol, which began this week.
I watched about a half hour of it, which is all I can stand this early in the game. I get tired very quickly of the long line of talentless losers who don't even care that they are being made fun of by millions so long as they can see themselves on tv. It makes me sad. Not so much for the individuals caterwauling on the screen as for what it says about us that we love this public humiliation as entertainment so much. For about a hour, the joy of hearing a truly beautiful voice makes the awfulness of the starry eyed delusionals worth suffering through but soon it just feels like cruelty.
Like if we had kept our starters in, shooting 3 pointers while up by 30.
