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posted 10:41 am on 2/28/06 by Dave Mandel

February Goes Out Like a Lamb, March Comes in Like a Lion

While not quite as consumed by The Bachelor as the other esteemed writers of this website, I still found myself quite intrigued as the season played out.  That said, I was truly shocked last night when Sarah TN was left as the last one standing.  I thought when Travis said, “Truth is, I’ve already made up my mind,” that Moana was a lock.  As he started his speech to Moana, I felt even more confident in my dark horse.  But, then came the infamous “BUT,” and Moana was gone.  I guess Travis opted for the safe way out, the easy way, the woman who will take it better when Travis breaks up with her in three weeks, or as Mr. Tinker suggests, tells her he’s not really a doctor.  The lesson for Moana is that this is why it’s never a good idea to go straight from the shallow end of the pool where the kids pee straight to the deep end without spending some time in the middle where you look cool treading water, but if need be, you could stand.  Moana had the proper wait-and-see attitude at the beginning, but she quickly shed the arm floaters and started doing pike dives into the deep end.  By the end, I didn’t even really like her any more.  She was a crying machine, and totally set herself up for misery while Travis was still dating another girl.  I just feel like she should’ve at least taken into account the possibility he might choose Sarah.  Even so, I still wake this morning quite shocked.  Oh, and by the way there is NO chance of Travis and Sarah getting married.  How lame was the necklace-with-the-ring-on-it routine?  Well, I can’t offer you spaghetti sauce for your pasta just yet, but how bout some ketchup?

While the result was disappointing to me, the final episode was certainly not without its share of unintentional comedy.  First, was I the only one who noticed just how ridiculous Donna Stork’s haircut was?  It is very rare that a woman (especially one appearing on national TV) walks into a salon and says, “Ya know, I think I’ll get the willow tree today.”  Someone should’ve advised her that that was a bad idea.  Also, how is Travis such a rock emotionally while being related to those two women?  I know some girls cry a lot, but those two took it to a whole new level.

            Travis: “Let’s go inside and have dinner.”

            Mom and sis: (Dab eyes, cry)

            Travis: “It’s gonna be steak and fine wine.”

            Mom and sis: (Full fledged bawling)

What did they expect when they asked Moana what she liked about Travis?  After the brief silent treatment, she responded with something along the lines of, “It’s a connection that I can’t really explain.”  That drew tears!  Come on people!

Also, how lame is the “ah tooey ta ta” dance that Sarah beat us over the head with throughout the course of the show?  It’s tough to remember, but I’m pretty sure when I was in kindergarten I would’ve realized that construction paper, matchbox cars and wallball were a lot sweeter than parading around like a mutated pheasant.

One of the biggest ironies of the show I think was it’s ‘PG’ rating.  I know Travis was particularly asexual compared to some of the shows past characters, but this is not a PG show.  ABC had to blur out Moana’s left breast when she exited the limo because it was peering over the top of her dress.  I think you are exposing youngsters to a few more evils of the world by allowing them to watch The Bachelor than say, allowing them to watch Crumbs or Wheel of Fortune.

So now we’re left with 2 fewer occupied hours during our week, unless you are one who can make the natural transition to Miracle Workers (by the way-am I the only one who thought that show looked strangely intriguing?)  Fortunately, we are only a day away from March, and with that I will make a similarly natural transition to a brief college basketball discussion.

With selection Sunday only a week and a half away, I think we are set up for a very interesting tournament.  In my opinion, there are two teams-much like last year-that are far and away better than the best.  You’ve got the “We’re more athletic, we steal laptop computers so we can definitely beat you at basketball” UConn squad and the “Find a way to win,” mix of young and old, Duke team.  In my opinion UConn is the team to beat.  Marcus Williams is a much better distributing point guard at this point in his career than Greg Paulus and he has many more weapons to pass to.  If these teams ever play head to head in the tournament, Josh Boone and Hilton Armstrong will cause a Sheldon Williams disappearing act and unless Redick goes for 40, UConn will prevail.  There are also a couple of teams who will have to rapidly awaken to avoid a very early exit.  Memphis and Gonzaga have the good-and-bad fortune of playing in extremely weak conferences.  John Calipari and Mark Few were both smart enough to schedule strenuous out-of-conference schedules at the beginning of the season, but come tourney time, it will have been over two months since either team was challenged.  Both teams have sleepwalked through their conference seasons and it is beginning to show.  Memphis was challenged by a horrific Tulsa squad (they were 25 point favorites) for 35 minutes on Saturday and Gonzaga was bailed out by “P-Mac” with a late 3-pointer to scrape by San Francisco at home last night.  Both teams play similar styles-they love offense and if they don’t force a quick turnover on defense, they allow a quick good look to get the ball back.  Both of these teams are probably too talented to lose in the 1st round, but look out if they get a tough second round matchup against a quality 7, 8 or 9 seed.  Another team that falls in this category is George Washington.  The Atlantic 10 is a one-bid conference for sure unless GW loses the conference tourney.  Charlotte lost all hope at an at-large bid with a home loss to Saint Louis over the weekend.  GW did not play a strenuous out of conference schedule and with its best player, Pops Mensah-Bonsu likely sidelined for the rest of the year, they could very easily lose early.

Another question that needs to be answered this March is how good are these small conference powerhouses?  If the Missouri Valley gets five teams in, how many first round wins will that produce?  I’d say one or two-Northern Iowa and maybe Wichita State.  How bout some of the other “powers?”  Bucknell?  George Mason?  Davidson?  Penn?  How good can you realistically be if you will likely still need to win the conference tournament to get in?  Bucknell and probably George Mason would get in anyway.  Penn will get in because the Ivy League doesn’t have a postseason tournament.  But some of these other clown squads like Samford will need to win their tournament.  And then the fun begins.

With the exception of Duke and Uconn, the Final Four (and even Elite 8) are wide open.  You’ve got the obvious contenders in Gonzaga, Memphis, Texas and Villanova.  You’ve got a few squads who have been underachieving recently but could certainly have a deep run in them like Michigan State and West Virginia.  Several teams have the potential to get there like UCLA and Tennessee.  And you’ve got a slew of teams that could either lose in the first round or go deep and neither would surprise me-BC, NC State, Washington, Illinois, Florida, Kansas, Oklahoma.  Side note: One of the more absurd statistics of the season is Oklahoma’s 4-game 1-point win streak.  All told, they have now played 7 games this year decided by one point.  That’s ludicrous, and a testament to how much they are underachieving!  Right now if I had to construct my Final Four (assuming the brackets fall in a way that allows it to happen) it would have Duke, UConn, Villanova and Texas.  But again, this is why they call it Madness, and this is why it’s always a good idea to do multiple sheets.

 

posted 4:54 pm on 2/7/06 by Dave Mandel

The Sam Adams Good Decision of the Game

God Bless Travis Stork.  He has played this thing perfectly.  Absolutely, unequivocally the right decision was to send Sarah Canada home last night.  Despite Sarah’s rather fruitful undergoing of puberty between the last episode and this one, in terms of personality she was by far the worst of the 4 remaining.  She made no adjustments to her game plan at halftime.  When Tara was left rose-less after spending her entire time with Travis bashing Moana, one would think Sarah might have refrained from doing that on her next date.  But Sarah was not exactly what one might call “smart” and made the exact same mistake.  Welp see ya later Sarah!  Good Riddance.  As a side note, definitely the funniest moment of last night’s show was when they Travis was visiting Chateau Winnipeg and Sarah went “Whoa…weird!” when the phone rang.  Sarah, that’s what the phone does!  Would you be shocked if you opened the fridge and there was food in it?  Would you sense a “strange aura” about the laundry room if your clothes came out of the dryer dry?  If you didn’t want a phone that rang, you really shouldn’t have bought one.  It serves little purpose other than transmitting calls.

That said, we are now left with three very different participants.  There is Sarah Tennessee, who clearly had the best episode of the three contestants.  Travis brought Nala (great points Jeff) to be his wingman and chick magnet.  But in a rare instance of one-upsmanship on Travis, Sarah pulled out the ever-so-cute kindergarten bunch to pull off the perfectly rehearsed, perfectly choreographed “Knees together” dance.  Also Sarah had the only family who didn’t pull a Seahawks and try to lose.  Despite her father having a name (Addison) that might’ve been cool in the days of Myles Standish and being on some Blair Witch “I’m so scared” status with the camera, it at least appeared that he and Hefty the Vampire slayer had Sarah’s best interests first.  Sarah also took the viewing of her 13-year old dance performance quite well and definitely stole the last rose from Sarah Canada.  Sarah is clearly the most mature and most grounded.  She is also by far the least attractive and her reluctance to leave Tennessee is a large strike.

Susan had a bit of an off episode.  She was herself, sweet, personality-less, cliché-spewing, unathletic and hot beyond belief.  But her family didn’t really help and her whole “smitten kitten” (can you be any more lame?) routine appears to have lost its luster on Travis.  What was once a commanding lead for her has now become just a spot in the field.

That leads us to Moana, who I’ve called my horse for some time now.  Her family is a bunch of unbelievable maggots.  Regardless of how you feel about a situation or a person, how her father could be just that downright rude is beyond me.  Getting along with a significant other’s family is a huge x-factor in relationship success and Moana’s family is clearly miserable.  While she has now let down the walls and let Travis into her aching heart, I feel as though Travis is not a fan of her constant breakdowns.  He appreciates the closeness that Moana feels towards him, but much more crying could ruin what is now Moana’s game to win.  Though not as hot as Susan, she is hot enough and certainly has the personality, flexibility and sensibility to win Travis over.  She just has to keep the driver in the bag the rest of the way.  Keep the waterworks on ‘off’ Moana!

The overnight dates should be very interesting next week.  I think smart money would be on Sarah TN getting the ax next week, but I’m going against the consensus.  I predict Susan gets the first date since she went last this week.  In a date that otherwise goes according to all the other episodes (Susan drips out a few more heartstring pulling clichés), Travis finally realizes “Hey I have a dick” when they get into the hot tub.  Just as Travis is about to finally open-mouth kiss one of the girls for the first time, or God Forbid touch some boobies, Susan’s dad bursts like a geyser from the bottom of the hot tub, yells “You’re not Jonesy!” at Travis and starts pooping out aliens.  Seriously, doesn’t he look just like the dude from DreamCatcher?  Travis has no choice but to put his weiner back in the holster and deny the couple’s overnight stay.  Moana and Sarah TN lay up for par and we have our final twosome set.  

 

posted 4:54 pm on 2/6/06 by Dave Mandel

How Not to Participate in Pools

The most popular remark so far today:

Co-worker X: "Did I win anything (in the squares pool)?"

Me: "No.  Did you forget to write down your numbers?"

Co-worker X: "No, I had the numbers with me.  But I just wanted to ask you and make sure."

Me:  (Staring at them with a confused look)

Like, honestly, Dave...do you think some people believe sports and the results of the games are somehow magical or open to interpretation?  What is so hard about "last digit"?

            As you can see, I have started this entry en medias res, or “in the middle of things.”  It’s a technique I learned from Don Gould, Ancient Greek and Rome Professor from junior year of High School.  In this case, I have started in the middle of a list of fouls that pool participants commit year after year after year.  As someone who tends to run these sordid activities, I am the recipient of many of these fouls, and I thought it would be fun to elaborate. 

NFL Season Pool

            This year Jeff and I participated in an office pool where you pick the winner of every game against the spread for the whole season.  Simple enough right?  On the surface, yes.  But some participants found it difficult to submit a sheet on a weekly basis.  In fact, the 2nd place winner found it difficult to submit a sheet on a weekly basis.  After week one, she never submitted a sheet.  Now you would think that this would net her a season total of points equal to the number earned in the first week.  However, again, you’d be wrong.

            The rules explicitly say: “If you do not submit a sheet for a given week, you will be given 0 points for that week.”  However, the rules also say, “If you do not make a selection for a given game, you will be given the favorite for that game.”  Now apparently rule 2 superseded rule 1, because this biatch was given the favorite for every game the whole season!   Conveniently, the spreads are all adjusted to be a half-point spread (so there are no pushes) and they are smaller spreads for the favorite to cover.  The biatch was the beneficiary of numerous half point covers and won the second place prize money, some several grand.

            Fouls committed:

1.                  Not participating in pool, yet winning.  Level of Foul: Technical

2.                  (By the pool runner).  Conflicting Rules, ruling in favor of hot girl.  Level: Technical.

3.                  Accepting prize money that otherwise would have gone to mute/deaf janitor at office who finished third (forgot to mention that).  Level of Foul: Flagrant!

NFL Squares Pool:

            This is the simplest of all pools.  Basically you are buying a lottery ticket with a much greater chance to win than the actual lottery (albeit for a slightly smaller prize).  Here is a direct copy of the rules from my Squares Pool this year:

            ***Take the last digit of each team's score at the end of each quarter to determine winning square.

            Is that hard?  No.  Yet these are the fouls I get year after year:

1.                  “Oh I don’t want to do it, all the good squares are gone.”  Stupid idiots!  No they’re not.  See the thing is the numbers for the squares are picked after the grid is filled.  So being “in the corners” or “near the middle” really yields no advantage other than proving you are a total idiot.  Level of Foul: Personal

2.                  Not knowing how to figure out the “last digit.”  As Jeff explained this, “There can be one, two or three.  You just take the last one.”  Level of Foul:  Moronic.

3.                  The Foul at the top of this entry.  Level of Foul: Personal

4.                  Are you going to tell us the squares before the game?”  No, I’m going to keep them a secret, so there is absolutely no way of telling what squares you have, thereby insuring minimal fun had during the game.  Level of Foul: Personal

March Madness:

            The Grandaddy of them all.  This is the best pool and everyone knows how it’s done, so let me just run down the fouls.

1.                  “I don’t know anything about college basketball.”  If you know 1 is better than 16, you know enough to enter, dumbass.  Level of Foul: Technical

2.                  “I don’t have enough money.”  If this is true, then you will never do anything to entertain yourself in your life.  10, 15 or 20 bucks for a month’s worth of fun is what financial people refer to as “value.”  Level of Foul: Personal

3.                  Paying the fee in rolls of pennies.  While you might think it’s funny, I think it’s funny that you’re a huge douche-bag.  Level of Foul: Technical

4.                  “I’ll give you 5 bucks now and the rest at the end of the week.”  I’ll give you a nice glass of shut the hell up and give me the whole entry fee at once.  Level of Foul: Personal

5.                  Leaving games blank.  I once saw someone on a sheet they gave me leave a whole region blank.  I enjoy when I see this because said participant is adding free money to the prize pool, but you’re better off setting your dollar bills ablaze.  It would save me time.  Level of Foul: Flagrant!

6.                  “Are you going to send out updates?”  Again, do you think this is amateur night?  Personal.

7.                  Trying to submit sheets on Friday of the First Round.  Ye olde, “Oh I just forgot to give this to you yesterday.”  Oh you did?  And initially you were going to pick Kansas, but you erased it to follow your gut with Bucknell.  And you just “crossed out” Iowa State cause you had a feeling about Hampton.  No!  Flagrant!

8.                  “What are bragging rights?”  It’s code for dollars, cause you don’t really want to be typing “dollars” into a pool email or “you’re a stupid douchebag” into one either.  Level of Foul: Suspension.

I will now open the forum to others who have witnessed similar idiocy.

 

posted 11:19 am on 2/6/06 by Dave Mandel

Clearing out the mind after a mixed bag weekend of sports

Jeff and I went to the Heat-Nets game on Saturday and two important things came out of it.  I think Scott Padgett is the best warm-ups player in the NBA.  I’ve now been to two Nets games this year, and before the “actual game” takes place, Padgett is lighting it up.  He stands behind the 3-point line and drains set shot after set shot.  His fundamentals would make Tom Emanksy look like Chuck Knoblauch.  At one point he made 14 out of 16 3’s and one of the two misses resulted from another ball knocking his out.  Side note: he sucks in games.

It’s a bad idea to bet on NBA road teams.  Jeff Tinker explained why: The star players, for the most part are going to put out night in, night out because they draw reactions from the crowd at home and on the road (loved at home, booed on the road).  However, the role players on the respective teams have entirely different experiences on the road and at home.  When they check in on the road, fans reach for their programs to see either who the hell he is, or how many years he’s been the 8th man for how many different teams.  When they’re at home and make a shot, they receive encouragement from the patrons.  Take for example Cliff Robinson.  On the road, people check how long he’s been in the league (17 years) and he chimes in with 2-3 points per night.  However, at home, when Cliff makes a shot, the PA announcer screams “It’s another 3-pointer for Mister Robinson’s Neighborhood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  That is subtly complemented by a lightning storm on the LCD screen wrapping around the mezzanine level and some shots of Uncle Cliffy on the Jumbotron looking wicked tough and drawing “oh shit” reactions from Heat fans in the building.  If you were Cliff, would you try harder on the road or at home?  Well, he put in 23 points on Saturday if that’s any indication.  Jeff and I had bet the heat.

Great moments in gambling History:  Jeff and I had Houston (-3) at East Carolina.  Keep in mind we purchased the spread from 4 points to 3.  Also keep in mind we bet Houston-East Carolina.  Suffice it to say I had more money on this game than I should have.  After a great 2nd half comeback by Houston (went from down 31-17 to 8 point second half lead), they blew the lead and went to OT.  As we degenerately refreshed GameCast, we were left disappointed by a 64-62 final score in Houston’s favor.  As we cursed ourselves for not taking the moneyline, little did we know that somewhere in Houston Dick Bavetta (he refs every basketball game every played) was reviewing tape to see if ECU’s last second 2-pointer counted or not.  Hours later we were scrolling through scores and happen to catch 64-60 Houston!!!  Yahoo had erroneously added 2 points to ECU’s score, and Houston covered!!!

Saturday I realized the biggest heist of all jobs might be a “promoter.”  Turns out one of my high school friends who I haven’t talked to much since is now promoting in NYC.  Well through friends of friends I ended up at a club around 3 am where my friend Keith S.-no wait, too obvious, we’ll call him K. Sheldon-was promoting.  K. Sheldon was fending off women and giving guy hugs to dudes he admitted to me he had no idea who they were.  I mean all K. Sheldon did was show up and get drunk!!!  Maybe pass out a few flyers, but I’m not even sure he did that.  And this man is probably getting laid 3 times a night by accident and paying his way through law school doing this!  Then again, I should expect nothing less from the man who paid rent senior year of college by being a bookie.  Needless to say, K. Sheldon is the man.

It’s very rare that you see a sporting event where both teams want the same outcome.  Seattle was rooting for Pittsburgh last night and both teams accomplished their goals, running game plans to perfection.  While fans endured the worst Super Bowl since 86 (funny year number and maybe also accurate here), players for both squads could sleep well knowing they gave it all to insure that Jerome Bettis dick-suck-fest could continue for another few days.  As for degenerate bets, suffice it to say that Jeff and I would each have been 140 dollars richer if the kickoff had been 2 minutes earlier according to time.gov (great website by the way, very simple and easy to navigate).  And thankfully Phil Mickelson posted 66 earlier in the day so all Shaun Alexander needed was 81 yards to cover (-14.5) against him. 

Other thoughts, irrelevant or otherwise…look out for Cal Bears come tourney time…Prediction: Sarah TN gets cut tonight.

 

posted 9:24 am on 1/31/06 by Dave Mandel

Climb Aboard the Moana Bandwagon

I am now officially rooting for Moana.  Jeff how you can have Sarah Canada in that final 4 is beyond me.  Is she hot?  Yes.  But she is wound tighter than a drum, gets frazzled if the slightest thing goes wrong (i.e. there is a bug in a tent, Travis is spending time with other girls-HOLY CRAP, no way!!!).  She got totally rattled when Moana actually had the NERVE to get upset that the other girls were trashing her.  Sarah tells Travis last night, “What’s going on in the house is really affecting me and my time with you.”  Screw you bitch!  Just because you aren’t a person and the only one who came into the show with a proper attitude is, that rattles you?  Same with Kristen.  Breasts are great.  But the orange peel teeth on the first date is about as sweet as cooties.  Definitely deserved the boot.

Moana came in with exactly the right attitude for this show.  The 24 other girls were in love with an idea, that they would fall in love on TV and get married to an inevitably attractive and successful guy.  Moana liked the idea, but until she got to know Travis, she did not fall for him.  The “I don’t know approach” is-get this-completely reasonable for the first few episodes.  Wonderful girlfriend aside, if you asked me today, “Dave, are you in love with [insert random name here] from [insert random place here] who is [insert number over 10] out of 10,” I’d probably say, “She’s hot but I don’t know her.”  All 24 other girls would have said yes.  They are nothing but idiots who happen to have pretty faces and hot bods.

Thank God that bitch Tara is off the show, and the same with Jehan.  The two of them spent all the episodes playing high school Harry BS with each other.  Ooh, let’s go break up alone time with Travis and some other girl.  Ooh, they’re holding hands!!!! Stomp your feet on the ground!!!  Tara especially did not try to do anything to impress Travis, she spent the whole time trying to disparage Moana.  Eventually that caught up to her, as it will in the next several weeks to both Sarahs.  By the way, Sarah Tennessee is flat out not even in the same league as the other 3 in terms of attractiveness.

This is now a two horse race.  Susan is a poster girl.  Beautiful, sweet, nice (at least except for last night when she joined rip Moana-fest 2K6).  Moana is not quite as hot, but still hot, and actually has a personality.  If you guys are right and Travis is the greatest guy since Chris Columbus, he will see through all the other nonsense, and Moana will wear the ring at the end.

 

posted 9:39 am on 1/18/06 by Dave Mandel

Why the World’s Strongest Man is the Only Pure Sport Left-And other thoughts…

-I did not, and will not ever see the Colts drive on Sunday that brought the score to 21-18.  When the play went to review, I said to Jeff, “The person in the booth telling Dungy to challenge this play should be fired.  He is wasting a timeout that the Colts could, in theory, need later.”  When Polamalu’s interception was overturned, Jeff simply picked up the television remote and clicked over to ESPN, where, mercifully, the World’s Strongest Man was being shown.  Finally, I didn’t have to watch a sport that was fixed.  The portion of the show we watched featured a down-to-the-wire match between a Swede named Magnus Von Bjorkensen (or something like that) and an American named Ron Jones (or something like that).  As you can guess from their names, this was a total mismatch, much like the Steelers versus the Colts was.  Magnus was the Steelers, negative body fat, heavily on steroids and so strong he couldn’t even talk properly.  Ron had the physique of a “before” picture.  Fortunately, in this, the purest of all sports, Magnus won, as he deserved to.  When Ron fumbled the first spherical bolder over the tallest silo, Magnus seized the opportunity and dominated, making no mistakes as he methodically showed each bolder-and-silo combination who was boss.  If this were the NFL, Ron would have challenged the 5-silo defeat and there would have been a 70% chance that the official would have ruled “After reviewing the event, the first bolder clearly made 3 rotations around the top of the silo, then the bolder dislodged, crashing it to hit the ground.  By rule, this is a silo-induced fumbled and the event must be replayed.”  But it was not the NFL.  While Magnus was hoisting the Golden Met-RX bottle, Ron got to be first in line at the barbecue.  Think about this.  World’s Strongest Man is pure.  You can’t fake lifting a fire-truck.  You can’t choke on a keg-toss, yet have the officials overrule the loss because the league wants you to win.  Most events are timed, so there’s no real way that there can be a controversial ruling.  In fact, I may just watch this on Sunday.  This past weekend was, by far, the worst officiating in sports history.

-I have to respectfully disagree with Jeff on “Glory Road.”  Don’t go see it.  The story itself is terrific, but if you want to know the story, I’d happily part with one of my 17 UTEP media guides here at College Sports Television.  If you’ve seen Remember the Titans, Miracle, or even Coach Carter, you’ve seen this movie.  In fact, I may write my own sports movie with this plot.  Sucky team hires controversial, unproven new coach.  Coach does something controversial (insert recruits black players, makes them actually do schoolwork, or something of the like).  Coach works team hard.  Players threaten to quit.  Combination of determined coach/working class parents who never made it and want to vicariously live through son convince players to stay.  Team gets off to better than expected start.  Team continues better than expected start through masterful in game coaching tactics such as yelling “Set it up, set it up,” “Defense” and “That’s what I want.”  Team gains statewide or national attention.  Most people in country don’t like team because of whatever controversial thing coach did.  Some threat takes place.  Coach’s ignored wife questions whether it is worth it.  Coach responds that now it’s more than about the sport.  Wife gives “Doug Flutie in 10-10-220 commercial” half smile that indicates “I’m afraid of being killed, but you make all the money for this family so I have no say.”  Team overcomes astronomical odds to either a) win championship or b) lose championship on last second 1) three-quarter court shot or 2) 25-tackle breaking 4-lateral RUNNING PLAY with 3 seconds left from team’s own 20 yard line.  Everybody goes home from theater feeling great, ignoring such sports miscues as “scoreboard with more time elapsed showing team with fewer points than they had earlier in the game” or “coach telling star player ‘I’m putting you back in to start the second half with 3 fouls,’ even though he was in the game on the last play of the first half.”  Seriously, you’re better off renting or not watching at all.  That’s the storyline.

-While Bachelor is not the best TV show on Monday night (24 is) it is certainly a great means of entertainment.  You guys have touched upon most of the important stuff, but I certainly agree with you that Travis is actually in this for more than just touching female body parts.  Initially a mistake, but in the long run a good idea.  That said, this could be a landslide victory for Susan in my opinion.  In my opinion she might be the hottest (top 3 at least) and is the only one who has even a semblance of self-collectedness.  I mean barging in on a private birthday party by Tara and that other chick was one of the poorest moves in Bachelor history.  As I explained to Jeff at the time, it’s a game of survive and advance.  Once you’ve secured the rose, you rest the starters, maybe even take advantage of the excess of high-priced alcohol.  You say the right things like all good stars do, that you don’t care who you play in the next round, and that you’re going to play your game.  I loved how Travis told them, “You’ve already gotten a rose.  I need to spend time with the others.”  That’s how you do it.  Prediction for this week: Travis issues only one rose- to Susan-and the rest of the series is watching them hook up.  Chris appears as only as a cardboard cutout at the rose ceremony (did anyone else notice that they have basically eliminated him from the show?)  I continue to watch 24 instead, which, by the way, is off to the best start of any season yet.

 

posted 3:01 pm on 1/9/06 by Dave Mandel

What I Learned in Sin City

I recently had the privilege of spending 4 nights in one of my favorite places in world-Las Vegas, culminating with New Year’s Eve.  Here are a few of the things I learned.

-I still argue that staying up all night the night before, then sleeping the whole way there is the best way to endure a cross-country flight.  It’s also the best way to maximize the time in your day.  Because while motion sickness would prevent me from doing anything on the plane aside from staring straight ahead at the GTE airfone, the night before I used that time to watch Arizona State-Rutgers.  Now that’s efficiency.

-Light, the renowned nightclub at the Bellagio, lives up to the hype.  It is one of the best clubs I’ve ever been to.  But a few warnings about it: First, it is not a good place to go if you have a girlfriend.  Girls wear outfits that could be more successfully used as tare paper in a science lab than as apparatus to cover their lady lumps, if you will.  I felt like the dude in the Bud Light commercials as I danced the night away with my girlfriend Alexis.  Secondly, go there drunk.  Under no circumstance is 7 dollars an appropriate price for Bud Light.  Third, if you go there with a bunch of dudes, expect to wait in line for hours.  If you go with a bunch of scantily clad women, you will get right in.

-The Goo Goo Dolls are a great band to see in concert.  Perhaps more than any other band I’ve seen, they subscribe to the “we play every song you’d want to hear” theory rather than the “we fake our way through a few songs you like and play all the crap on our new album” theory.

-Mid-limit Texas Hold-Em is not a good game to play, at least if “proper poker” or “winning” is your goal.  If you have raised pre-flop with Ace-King, and the flop comes rainbow King-Queen-Ten, expect a suck out artist to comfortably call the flop with 10-8 offsuit (as he did comfortably call your two bets pre-flop), comfortably call as a blank hits on the turn, only call as his third ten hits the board on the river, then explain as you fire your cards back to the dealer “I thought you had pocket kings.”  A novice or even intermediate poker player would then question “If you thought you had no outs to win the hand, why were you calling?”  This man does not think that.  His version of poker is to pay X number of dollars required to see if his two hole cards match the board favorably as compared to yours at the end of a hand.  He will not “make plays,” “bet draws” or “raise to find out where he stands.”  He is a chip dispensing automation.  An ace high is easily good enough to call with on the flop in mid-limit Texas Hold-Em.  Three cards to flush is easily worthy of a flop call, and sometimes two cards to a flush.  Having the nuts through the river is not necessarily a raise-worthy hand if you play the way most mid-limit Hold-Em players play.  I am not joking when I say I saw a man with a royal flush explain why he didn’t re-raise: “I didn’t want him to fold.”  If you want to play poker, you have to play 5-10 or 8-16.  Otherwise, you’re better off with roulette or blackjack.

-Playing about 15 feet away from Doyle Brunson and Gus Hansen made me really, really jealous.  They were risking my annual salary on single hands of poker.  Now that’s living.  

-The Luxor is really, really cool inside.

-I never have, and likely never will, see an ostrich.  But their feathers make very comfortable blankets.

-Every time I leave, I’ll always want to go right back.

 

posted 2:01 pm on 12/21/05 by Dave Mandel

Why I No Longer Care about Sports

Gentlemen, it is time for my second career strike from caring about sports. I will join my oppressed MTA workers by avoiding sports like the plague. My first career strike from sports was 26 months ago, beginning shortly after Grady Little Gradied away game 7 of the 2003 ALCS (side note-isn't it ironic that Grady Little gets his "much deserved second chance" by coaching basically the same team, just wearing different uniforms in LA?). But today Johnny Damon is to thank for my sports strike. So thank you Johnny.

Last year I was mildly offended when Alan Embree and Mark Bellhorn donned the pinstripes, but let's face it: They suck. Alan Embree is basically a Hit-A-Way on fast speed. A frighteningly straight fastball that bisects the strike zone. And Bellhorn makes the fat kid with the split-handed grip on your little league team look like he doesn't strike out a lot. So I could accept their breach of allegiance. After all, they really were in a position where they needed to say yes if any major league team wanted them.

But Johnny Damon is different. Normally I would describe myself as someone who "roots for the laundry." Normally, I support anyone who puts on the Red Sox uniform. But over the past three years, things have changed for me a bit. There was certainly a core of "idiots," who led the mini-run over the past 3 years. With Lowe, Pedro and Cabrera gone from the World Series team, last year I was still left with Manny (the true idiot), Ortiz, Varitek, Nixon, Mueller, Schilling, Millar and of course, Damon. I am now faced with the realistic chance that of all the players I came to love in '03 and '04, the only ones left on opening day next year will be Ortiz, Varitek, Nixon and Schilling. I'm sorry, but I just cant see myself getting all jazzed up for Mark Loretta, Alex Cora and Kevin Youkilis. They just don't draw that same attraction from me.

Guess I kinda thought Johnny would be back in Boston all along. But with the poop show that now passes for Red Sox management, guess it just was not to be. Money talks, and for Johnny it sure did. As cliché as it is to ask, "at what point does the extra few million not matter to you," I'm going to ask it anyway. I guess the entire city of Boston's worship was not worth sacrificing 3 million more per year. I mean, if mlb.com were to offer me $50,000 per year salary instead of the $34,000 I currently make, I would certainly jump ship across the street to "the net" as they like to call themselves (aka I just made that up). But I just feel like that same feeling shouldn't exist when you're talking millions you don't need.

So now while I'm on strike, I must decide whether to root for players or laundry. Do I root for the Dodgers now because they have Mueller and D-Lowe (Nomar the introvert doesn't count). Should I root for the Angels and Cabrera? How bout the Royals and World Series Ball Bandit Doug Mientkiewicz? The Orioles if Manny goes there? Could a small piece of me root for Damon in pinstripes?

Of course the answer is I root for the Red Sox uniform and whoever suits up for them. I just wish there could be more Bourques, Bruschis and Birds that could stay in Boston and just be satisfied with a whole city of people in the palm of their hands...

Now, a few thoughts from my first day on strike:

-In response to Jeff's "What I learned at Gwen Stefani" I must add a few things. First, if you are a no talent ass-clown that also fits the demographic of "successful African-American eater" you should really look into a DJing career. The man who accompanied Ciara on stage is likely making more money now than I will make for years with three qualifications on his resume.

1. Ability to yell "Make some noise" loudly into a microphone.

2. Ability to yell "Get your hands up" loudly into a microphone while simultaneously performing that motion with his own hands

3. Ability to say "Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet" loudly into a microphone.

Also, if Gwen Stefani performs in your area, seriously make every effort to go see her. Her songs are average (except for "What you waiting for" which is top 10), but the performance is absolutely phenomenal. And yes, Jeff, she is hot.

-In response to Jeff's Nothing exciting about sports article today, probably a few people were excited about the Colts this year, about Shaun Alexander's TD's, about the Rex Grossman spark to the offense, about Bruschi's return, about Favre's ageless performance (oh wait...), but there were probably a few things to be excited about this week

-Add this to the pantheon of great signage, right up there with "Book Sale. $7 and up. $12 and up." On the bus I ride to work was this sign, "Local Fare. $1.25 cent" That's just not strong English.

-If you don't want to clean up poop, don't have a dog in the city.

 

posted 8:30 am on 12/15/05 by Dave Mandel

Win a Date with Danny Sells

A new day dawns and Danny Sells is back on the market again. A single man. For now. Better act fast ladies, because Danny will be taken before long.

You see, Daniel William Sells (I learned his middle name from a sign a lovely lady once made him) is a man amongst boys in the dating world. He is strikingly handsome, bright and in shape. He is organized, driven, aggressive and athletic. He was an all-state High School Quarterback and the best placekick holder in Division 1AA. He makes double black diamonds look like the bunny slope. And if you need someone to foul out of an intramural basketball game in 1:17 of playing time, Danny is your man.

Danny has never dated a girl less than an 8.5 out of 10. Quite frankly, if he did, it would be an upset by the girl. Danny is a prize, no question, but to be eligible to win, there is a lot of fine print you must read first.

First, if you were born or currently reside East of the Mississippi River, you can stop reading now. Same goes if the “Welcome” sign to your town doesn’t read “The small mountain community of [insert town here].” If you can’t look in the mirror and honestly say “wow” to yourself, Danny is not for you.

Now, if you are still within the Danny Sells demographic, there are a few more things you must be good at. First, being outdoors. If you value controlled temperatures, a roof over your head and luxuries such as an indoor shower, bedding and drinking from anything other than a canteen, move along to another man. Danny is one with nature. I have had to think of every excuse in the book to avoid Danny’s legendary hiking trips. Danny leads the league in “seeing beautiful sunsets” and if you are the type of girl who fancies a hopeless romantic, Danny is for you.

Now that you’ve past test number one, move along to test number two: skiing. Danny once coaxed me into trying a ski slope called “Prima” at Vail, Colorado. This slope had everything you could want in a ski slope. A 75-degree drop, moguls whose size was measured in acres, even the occasional grizzly bear roaming the terrain in case you needed a challenge. I tried to explain to Danny that there was a difference between “carving the slope” as he would do and “attempting to manage my way down without dying” as I was going to do. Nonetheless, I was forced to attempt Prima. As I made the old “pizza pie” with my skis around the first mogul, Danny was finishing the trail. Three days later, I made it down with one ski and my pride shattered. Danny had conquered Prima. Prima had conquered me. I could never date Danny. If you are not good at skiing, forget it.

So if you do happen to be a great hiker and the female equivalent of Alberto Tomba, you might have a chance. But are you good at long talks? Unlike the traditional male chauvinist pig who only wants to get in your pants, Danny wants to get to know you first. In fact, in many ways he’d rather talk than hook up. Can you hold your end of a conversation on politics, religion and family values? Well then, ok. (Oh and please tell me you are Christian. Not that Danny doesn’t like Jews. In fact, I am Jewish. But Danny can’t date Jews, or people of any other religious sect aside from Christianity.)

If you are still reading, you are a member of the true elite division of females. But there’s more. Please tell me you hate sleeping, because it would be truly unfortunate to eliminate you from contention because you like staying in bed past 6:15. Danny has already gone for a run, read the Bible and the morning paper, and eaten a balanced breakfast by the time most of America wakes up, weekday or weekend. As far as getting up first, the career standings are “Danny 8,046…Sun 1” And the only loss was when Danny was the drunkest man on the island the night before.

And if you don’t like sports, you must be willing to learn. Because assuredly, Danny will gladly explain all the nuances of football or especially baseball, but you must listen. You must nod in agreement when Danny explains to you why not offering Dan Miceli arbitration will hurt an already depleted Rockies Bullpen. And when your relationship with Danny first starts, you must be willing to prance around Danny’s abode in a Colorado Rockies jumpsuit, subtly yet definitely proving that you passed the Danny “long talks” test and were rewarded with a small piece of sculpted man.

Lastly, you must be opinionated and strong-willed. If you do not challenge Danny, you will be done before you get started. Tell Danny, “hey let’s wake up at 4:30 tomorrow, none of this 4:45 nonsense.” Ask him if he has ever been to the summit of Kilimanjaro and when he sheepishly replies no, tell him you’ve heard they have the most delectable sunsets up there. And when you’re enjoying a nice meal of Spam and puddle water atop Kilimanjaro, ask him why in the world the “Rox” are signing 56 year old Jose Mesa to a 1-year contract, when he clearly is not part of a promising Rockies future. When you have done this, you will have won Danny’s heart, the Holy grail for all bachelorettes out there.

If this sounds like it could be you, send us a resume and a 3X5 photo, and we’ll talk.

 

posted 1:42 PM on 12/13/05 by Dave Mandel

Here is today's contribution from me.

First of all, sidekicks to add:

Chanukah -- Often unnoticed while Christmas gets all the fanfare, Jewish kids like presents too.

Toilet Paper -- Deservedly so, the actual pooping gets most of the attention.  I've experienced many hours of enjoyment telling tales of poop.  Like the time I had to "pick up the pace" to get back to the fraternity house when I was walking, then running, back from the downtown bars.  The average college aged male derives merriment from his friend telling him exactly how many minutes after finishing dinner it was until he was on the toilet pressing the eject button.  But "taking a dump" or "pinching a loaf" couldn't be what it is without toilet paper.  Think about it, you're never upset when you don't have to poop, but you're furious when there's no toilet paper left.  You rarely hear your friend say, "Wow, that was an amazing wipe I just had."  And you're much more likely to debate the merits of solid logs versus diarrhea than Charmin versus Cottonelle.  But in the end, pooping needs its 1- or 2-ply partner to be the wonderful endeavor it is.

The belt -- I learned this one the hard way. I was mercilessly tormented one day in high school for being that guy with jeans and no belt. Definitely a risky play to go without a belt.

Also, I have posted some reasons why I am glad I have been alive this month.

 

posted 3:22 pm on 12/8/05 by Dave Mandel

The Legend of “Back Door Billy”

Back Door Billy is a fickle individual.  One day he can be your very best friend, the next your mortal enemy.  He comes in many forms.  Most of the time he comes in the form of a person-frequently a 6’2” 148 lb Caucasian small forward for Toccoa Falls that occupies the last seat of the bench for the first 38 minutes of a game against Wofford, pining for his coach to relinquish whatever remaining hope of overcoming that 60 point deficit to let him in the game for his only 2 minutes of PT the whole season.  But he can come in the form of the weather, making it so cold, windy and snowy that all both teams on the field want to do is get into the comfort of a warm locker room, equally happy with a 42-0 final score.  Billy also occasionally appears in the form of freak circumstances, such as-I don’t know-a brawl at the Palace of Auburn Hills.  Back Door Billy is of course, not a person at all, but rather a term which I invented for the Back door cover in sports betting.

Back Door Billy has led to some great moments in my gambling history.  In fact, several of the afore-mentioned examples are based on true stories.  Let’s revisit the night of November 19, 2004.  There I was, a young buck in the gambling world, lounging in my Syracuse University dorm room with my dear friend Robert Greenhalgh IV.  Having fired a liberal (and by liberal I mean 15 dollars) wager on the Pacers-Pistons under, we sat on the edge of my beer-stained sofa, just 3 points away from the losing the 182-point under.  Hoping for a few misses and the final seconds to run off the clock, I was horrified to see Mr. Artest commit an unnecessarily hard foul on Ben Wallace.  We all know what happened from there-Mr. Wallace didn’t respond kindly and all hell broke loose.  Well little did those hooligans know that their fisticuffs were about to cost me the under.  With 47 technical free throws coming, I had no chance. 

Fortunately Back Door Billy wouldn’t let it happen.  He made sure there were just enough right crosses, popcorn and beer thrown that the game would be cancelled.  Pacers 97, Pistons 82.  Final.  It was only the second time an NBA game ever didn’t reach completion (Wilt Chamberlain’s 100 point game being the other).  And it earned me a crisp $13.64.

I don’t know if you know this, but Back Door Billy was in Philadelphia just this past Monday night.  I’d placed a wager on the adjusted under of 47.5 points in the Seahawks-Eagles game.  With the score 42-0 Seattle a mere 15 seconds into the 3rd quarter, my chances were nearly nil, right?  Wrong!  I had forgotten about Back Door Billy!!!  Billy made sure to ratchet up the cold and the number of Coy Detmer drives of 8 plays-12 yards leading to a punt.  And the final 29+ minutes ticked off the clock unceremoniously.  While the rest of America was already in bed avoiding the rest of this debacle, I was counting my $7.63 (the odds were -260) all the way to my next Quizno’s Chicken Carbonara sub.

            But Back Door Billy can also be a downright meany.  Chris Duhon knows Back Door Billy.  Remember when he cast in a half-court shot against UConn at the buzzer of the 2004 Final Four, heroically making Duke 1-point losers?  Back Door Billy told him to do that, because the spread was UConn by 2.  That shot swung millions in Vegas.  Just last night, 9-year college veteran Channing Frye converted a nice offensive rebound put back with one second left in the game to make the final score, Clippers 84, Knicks 79.  Certainly nice for Channing to pad his stats and I’m sure Larry Brown would be “proud of the kid for hustling ‘til the end.”  But if you had the foresight to buy the Clippers down to 5.5 point favorites, it was not so nice.  In fact I’m sure my gambling partner and co-columnist Jeff Tinker dubbed Channing Frye a “rat” for doing just that to him. 

Back Door Billy also preys on NFL football gamblers.  This past Sunday, watching the afternoon games with Jeff and degenerately monitoring games on his computer, we felt secure in our Packers bet as 6.5-point dogs, trailing 12-7 with the ball in the final minutes.  My next two sentences to Jeff were:

1.                            “The only way we don’t cover here is if Favre throws an interception return for a touchdown.

2.                            “That &*#%ing bastard did it!!!!”

Think of how you would feel if you had the Texans (+4) against the Rams two weeks ago.  Up by 10 in the last minute, you might have even thought you were outside of Billy’s jurisdiction.  Ah!  But when his power is questioned, Billy will strike down with his greatest force, yielding not only 10 points to force the overtime, but on top of that the ever popular accidental 56-yard Kevin Curtis overtime touchdown to cover the spread for the Rams.  Or perhaps you were that guy (me) two weeks ago, having the Jags (-3.5) at Tennessee when Back Door air McNair threw a touchdown pass with 18 seconds left to make the final 31-28.

            Like Aesop’s fables or the Boxcar Children, there are lessons to every tale, and this one is certainly not void of one.  You might think it would be that gambling on sports is stupid and you shouldn’t do it.  But then you’d be missing the point altogether.  The real lesson here is that when you have West Virginia (-10.5) and they’re up 20 halfway through the second half, never discount Back Door Billy and his penchant for 21-0 Saint Bonaventure runs.

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