Bill Had a Bad Sports Week
1. Yes, Notre Dame won against San Diego State, but could they have looked worse doing so? It's not a good sign when your new blitzing defense never gets to the QB. Neither the offensive nor defensive line played well, which doesn't give me hope against Michigan. And we NEED to beat Michigan this year.
2. Seriously? The Bears really beat the Colts? Okay, I'd chalk this one up to Peyton and company being rusty, since Peyton couldn't really practice much over the last month and since their line is entirely retooled, but it's hard to blame the game on offensive rust when the defense looks so bad. They made Matt Forte look like a Pro Bowl back, and made Kyle Orton look like the better QB in the game. Add in the early dings Dallas Clark and Joseph Addai endured (that guy is so fragile), and there's not much to trumpet. At least the new Lucas Oil Fieldhouse looks amazing. I have got to see a game in that place.
3. I didn't have any Bears on any of my fantasy football teams, but I did have the Colts kicker and Defense on more than one, which probably had at least a little to do with my 1-2 start this past weekend. The worst thing is that one of my teams that lost was the one that I'd easily call my best drafted team in years. Who would've expected my starters--which included Torry Holt, LaDainian Tomlinson, Derrick Anderson, Ryan Grant and Maurice Jones-Drew--to account for only one TD between them? It sucked. I renamed that team "The Underachievers" after the game. The only upside, from a fantasy perspective, is that I didn't lose anyone to injury (as long as LT's toe is okay), and that there are still plenty of games to play. And I did take at least one of the games. Oh, and one of the two that I lost was against a record-setting 120-point performance. If you're going to lose, you may as well lose to the best, right? Anyway, let's hope my starters actually play like starters this week. I was in the championship game of both my leagues last year, winning one of them. I need to represent better than this.
4. Not only were the Nigerian players that my men's outdoor team faced off against on Wednesday way faster, more skilled and much better scorers than we were, but they also broke my finger. The bastards! Actually, I broke it myself, getting it caught in the jersey of a lightning-fast striker who was streaking towards what should've been an easy goal. Breaking a finger fouling someone who's about to beat you to the ball is sort of stupid, but in my defense, he didn't score the damned goal.
5. I wish I could use my broken finger as an excuse for why I sucked so bad in my volleyball game on Thursday night, but I can't. I've always said that I never want to play for on a team on which I'm the best player, and I've always--somewhat arrogantly--thought that to be the case for this volleyball team. Over the past three seasons, I've played some of my best games since moving to Atlanta, and have done everything in my power to make this a better team. But on Thursday, I was easily the worst player on the court. I passed so bad that we actually had to reorder our lineup to get me out of serve receive. And then I hit so badly at the net that I had to start rolling and dinking just to keep the ball in play--which was so easily read by the other team that they turned half of my "attacks" into free balls. We didn't play well as a team, but I was the biggest stinker. Especially frustrating considering we lost two games 20-21 and 19-21. A few decent plays from me, and we win the night. What a taste of humble pie.
6. I was hoping for redemption when I raced from my Thurs. volleyball game to go sub in the second half of my friend's soccer game. When I showed up, the team I was subbing for was up 3-1...over my little brother's team. After getting razzed a little by my brother and his teammates, most of which I'd played with before, I went in and played some pretty good defense. My passing was solid, and I made at least a couple of saves in front of the goal to keep them in the lead. There was a scary incident where my brother--playing forward--made a run across the goal and caught me totally flat-footed. But he didn't score. So you'd think it was a good experience, right? Sure, except for the fact that they ended up tying the game 3-3. Neither comeback goal was scored with me on the field, but it still sucks that they were up 3-1 in the half in which I didn't play, but lost 0-2 in the half for which I was there. I just wish I hadn't come from a long volleyball game--I think with more steam left in me, I could've played more minutes and maybe kept one of those goals out of the net.
With ND/Michigan today, Indy/Minnesota tomorrow, another soccer game Wednesday and a volleyball doubleheader on Thursday, let's hope this week is a better sports week than the last. It can't get much worse, right?
2. Seriously? The Bears really beat the Colts? Okay, I'd chalk this one up to Peyton and company being rusty, since Peyton couldn't really practice much over the last month and since their line is entirely retooled, but it's hard to blame the game on offensive rust when the defense looks so bad. They made Matt Forte look like a Pro Bowl back, and made Kyle Orton look like the better QB in the game. Add in the early dings Dallas Clark and Joseph Addai endured (that guy is so fragile), and there's not much to trumpet. At least the new Lucas Oil Fieldhouse looks amazing. I have got to see a game in that place.
3. I didn't have any Bears on any of my fantasy football teams, but I did have the Colts kicker and Defense on more than one, which probably had at least a little to do with my 1-2 start this past weekend. The worst thing is that one of my teams that lost was the one that I'd easily call my best drafted team in years. Who would've expected my starters--which included Torry Holt, LaDainian Tomlinson, Derrick Anderson, Ryan Grant and Maurice Jones-Drew--to account for only one TD between them? It sucked. I renamed that team "The Underachievers" after the game. The only upside, from a fantasy perspective, is that I didn't lose anyone to injury (as long as LT's toe is okay), and that there are still plenty of games to play. And I did take at least one of the games. Oh, and one of the two that I lost was against a record-setting 120-point performance. If you're going to lose, you may as well lose to the best, right? Anyway, let's hope my starters actually play like starters this week. I was in the championship game of both my leagues last year, winning one of them. I need to represent better than this.
4. Not only were the Nigerian players that my men's outdoor team faced off against on Wednesday way faster, more skilled and much better scorers than we were, but they also broke my finger. The bastards! Actually, I broke it myself, getting it caught in the jersey of a lightning-fast striker who was streaking towards what should've been an easy goal. Breaking a finger fouling someone who's about to beat you to the ball is sort of stupid, but in my defense, he didn't score the damned goal.
5. I wish I could use my broken finger as an excuse for why I sucked so bad in my volleyball game on Thursday night, but I can't. I've always said that I never want to play for on a team on which I'm the best player, and I've always--somewhat arrogantly--thought that to be the case for this volleyball team. Over the past three seasons, I've played some of my best games since moving to Atlanta, and have done everything in my power to make this a better team. But on Thursday, I was easily the worst player on the court. I passed so bad that we actually had to reorder our lineup to get me out of serve receive. And then I hit so badly at the net that I had to start rolling and dinking just to keep the ball in play--which was so easily read by the other team that they turned half of my "attacks" into free balls. We didn't play well as a team, but I was the biggest stinker. Especially frustrating considering we lost two games 20-21 and 19-21. A few decent plays from me, and we win the night. What a taste of humble pie.
6. I was hoping for redemption when I raced from my Thurs. volleyball game to go sub in the second half of my friend's soccer game. When I showed up, the team I was subbing for was up 3-1...over my little brother's team. After getting razzed a little by my brother and his teammates, most of which I'd played with before, I went in and played some pretty good defense. My passing was solid, and I made at least a couple of saves in front of the goal to keep them in the lead. There was a scary incident where my brother--playing forward--made a run across the goal and caught me totally flat-footed. But he didn't score. So you'd think it was a good experience, right? Sure, except for the fact that they ended up tying the game 3-3. Neither comeback goal was scored with me on the field, but it still sucks that they were up 3-1 in the half in which I didn't play, but lost 0-2 in the half for which I was there. I just wish I hadn't come from a long volleyball game--I think with more steam left in me, I could've played more minutes and maybe kept one of those goals out of the net.
With ND/Michigan today, Indy/Minnesota tomorrow, another soccer game Wednesday and a volleyball doubleheader on Thursday, let's hope this week is a better sports week than the last. It can't get much worse, right?
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