MY TAKE ON TERRELL OWENS
Terrell Owens is a dumbass. Terrell Owens' publicist is a dumbass squared.
Just one man's take on life in Waco, Texas, life in the sports world and life in general. In other words, likely just a bunch of mind-numbing crap.
I am sick of sneezing. I have been sneezing non-stop for the past 72 hours. This has been a most unpleasant experience.
We have hit the trifecta! Mention of three separate nude/porn shops, a trailer park and a cop-assisted suicide! That's right, kids, it's TRAILER TRASH TIME!
Anybody interested in going to Six Flags? Cutting to the front of the line is on me!
In honor of my main man, Tom Coughlin, The Waco Chronicles will start a weekly awards post throughout the season in honor of the man who may have spent the worthless timeout in the history of sport during the first week of the NFL season.
Each week, The Waco Chronicles will honor the most bone-headed moves in college and professional football in hopes the people in charge realize they are paying people millions each year that may not even be able to successfully make correct change at the local McDonald's.
For those who do not know, I have this secretary who has turned missing days of work into an art form. Her powers to avoid a day of work here and there is downright awe-inspiring. It's something that should be encouraged and celebrated. So, here it is, the official Donna count. Check back often for updates.
I mean, I get it. You are a freshman, you are excited about the possibility of meeting new people and you are just generally enthralled with the whole college experience. So, I will just go ahead and chalk it up as a general freshman mistake.
But, as a friend; well, maybe as an advisor, let me just toss this little nugget your way. Nobody; and, I mean NOBODY, likes it when you and your three friends come into the SLC and do nothing but giggle and gossip while you just stand next to some machine and pretend to be "working out."
Hey. I understand. I was in high school once as well. Back then, it might have been cool for girls to just stand around and "get noticed." But, let me tell you, since you are now at a level of higher education, standing around gossiping and giggling does not make you look cool, it just makes you look like a freaking, lazy bimbo.
Football coaches are fucking idiots. I know this because I had a BAC level three times the legal limit yesterday and I could have given the New York Giants a better chance at winning their game against the Indianapolis Colts than the douche bag who currently makes millions coaching the team, Tom Coughlin.
To put it simply Giants fans, the dip-shit in charge cost your team 40 seconds and a possible victory. That’s 40 seconds Eli Manning and company could have used when they marched to midfield at the end of the game; however, were forced to return to the locker room due to the fact Coughlin has the clock management skills of a crack whore.
Pretty important considering the Giants play only 16 games this season. Might come back to hurt when the league starts passing out wild card berths.
Here is what played out last night as the Colts were driving their way down the field, looking to close out the win as the Giants had only one time out remaining:
1st and 10 at NYG 23 (3:01) D.Rhodes right end to NYG 17 for 6 yards (G.Wilson).
Timeout #1 by
4th and 2 at NYG 15 (1:16) A.Vinatieri 32 yard field goal is GOOD, Center-J.Snow, Holder-H.Smith.
So let me get this straight, there is a 40-second play clock and the morons in charge of the Giants decided to call their last timeout 43 seconds before the two-minute warning. Fucking brilliant.
Clearly, with 2:43 left on the clock, the Colts would have been forced to run their second down play before the two minute warning. So, if the Giants did not call a timeout it would have been third and two out of the two-minute warning with the Giants having one timeout available.
Instead, by calling the time-out with 2:43 on the clock, the Colts were placed in a dream scenario. With a 40-second play clock the Colts would only have to run one play (the same amount of plays they would have run if the Giants did not take a time out) and then get to burn 40 more seconds off the clock on third down out of the two-minute warning due to the fact Coughlin threw his final time out away.
The resulting scenario was the field goal kick at 1:16 to give the Colts the five-point lead. If the Giants had decided to save their timeout for, I don’t know, a useful moment,
Instead,
So, job well done, Coughlin, job well done. Fortunately for you, I appear to be the only doofus out there that seems to care about your complete lack of math skills and fucking logic.
Hopefully, with this meager post, at least some will come to learn of your incompetent game-managing ways.
Every once in awhile, my little Honda Civic needs some gasoline. Usually, I will fill the car up on my way home from work at a large truck stop at my exit off of I-35 in Hewitt. As is the case with most gas stations these days, I am usually forced to pre-pay for the gas I wish to purchase in order to make my meager car go.
My good friend, Andrew, who inexplicably sent me this nugget earlier today. Congratulations, Andrew, your prize is a punch in the face and a kick in the groin next time I see you.