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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQFR3oyfyp7ImA9WhRUF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:58:36.497-05:00</updated><category term="ua" /><category term="czabecast" /><category term="czabe podcast" /><category term="Buried" /><category term="snicky" /><category term="MainArticle" /><category term="Snickies" /><title>Czabe.com</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>885</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/dailyczabe" /><feedburner:info uri="dailyczabe" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBR3g6eSp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-8850512822989026683</id><published>2012-01-27T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:19:16.611-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T16:19:16.611-05:00</app:edited><title>Snicky du Jour: Kelly Monaco</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGZXgSMcNf0/TyMUpGoRVAI/AAAAAAAACtU/gdDw2xYviRs/s1600/blog_kelly_monaco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGZXgSMcNf0/TyMUpGoRVAI/AAAAAAAACtU/gdDw2xYviRs/s1600/blog_kelly_monaco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, I don't know how Hollywood works, but how on EARTH has Kelly Monaco go from her smash breakout appearance on Dancing With the Stars, to doing basically NOTHING since then?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How bad could she be as an actress? Honestly?&lt;br /&gt;
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Just put her in some TV shows and/or movies. Look at her. Smoke show. It's a damn shame, and an outrage. A shamerage, I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-8850512822989026683?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/HChUn_3nfQs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8850512822989026683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-kelly-monaco.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/8850512822989026683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/8850512822989026683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/HChUn_3nfQs/snicky-du-jour-kelly-monaco.html" title="Snicky du Jour: Kelly Monaco" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGZXgSMcNf0/TyMUpGoRVAI/AAAAAAAACtU/gdDw2xYviRs/s72-c/blog_kelly_monaco.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-kelly-monaco.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MESHkzcSp7ImA9WhRUFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-4069280292736839383</id><published>2012-01-27T08:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:03:29.789-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T08:03:29.789-05:00</app:edited><title>Not So Crazy, After All These Years</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PmFZvD-kOus/TyKgajSyAbI/AAAAAAAACtM/IBpqdLxSDK8/s1600/blog_cam_crazies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PmFZvD-kOus/TyKgajSyAbI/AAAAAAAACtM/IBpqdLxSDK8/s640/blog_cam_crazies.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's a saying that some things in life - like gambling and booze - are "recession" proof.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's not really true, but the perception exists that some things are ever enduring in popularity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Duke basketball under Mike Krzyzewski, I once thought, was also "recession proof."&lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently, not.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was stunned when a caller to my afternoon show here in D.C. said that Duke - the GOLD STANDARD of &amp;nbsp;college basketball enthusiasm - was having a tough go of attendance.&lt;br /&gt;
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I mocked him, and said: "Harumph. Really??"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://dukechronicle.com/article/low-attendance-forces-duke-athletics-sell-student-seats"&gt;Yes, really.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now mind you, Duke is NOT having problems selling out their 9,000+ throwback gymnasium. Yet. They are &amp;nbsp; just losing the fervent support of the so-called "Crazies." The students get 1300 seats allotted to them, and they are down to about 500-600 students per game actually claiming them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gulp.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;“The enthusiasm hasn’t been there,” Forman said. “[Head coach Mike Krzyzewski] has had to drum up enthusiasm himself, which he shouldn’t have to do. The students should be doing that themselves... whether 500 or 1,200 of them are there.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;One of the biggest causes of the declining attendance is the students’ misconception of the time commitment involved, Garrett said, along with the increasing prevalence and popularity of online streaming on sites like WatchESPN.com.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;“The rumor we’ve had to deal with over the past couple years is that it’s hard to get into games, and if you show up half an hour before tipoff you won’t get in,” Garrett said. “We’ve been trying really hard... to really debunk those rumors because they’re simply not true.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Another part of the problem has been an underwhelming home schedule over the past several years due to a down ACC and marquee nonconference matchups moving to Madison Square Garden. Duke has played just three ranked nonconference teams in Cameron Indoor Stadium over the last four years, and only three ACC teams are currently placed in the Associated Press Top 25.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Diminishing student attendance is a national trend, Forman said, and collegiate sports marketing departments have been combating it in a variety of ways. Many have altered their in-game experiences to become more engaging during stoppages in play, especially timeouts and halftime. Over the last few years, Duke has begun incorporating highlight videos, player introductions and popular music into its pregame festivities, but the marketing department currently has no plans to significantly alter the in-game atmosphere.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I once said that even if you HATE Duke basketball, you owed it to yourself to go to a came at Cameron Indoor. It's a throwback, old school, melt-your-head kind of experience that doesn't exist anywhere else in sports. And someday, may be gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once upon a time, ANY Duke game was a very challenging scalper ticket. There just wasn't many of them to be had. Now, I suppose, your chances are better than ever of getting in. But, if the vaunted "Cameron Crazies" aren't so crazy anymore, then your impression of the place, might not be as impressive as I once remembered it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-4069280292736839383?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/cKiFuSd_3b0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4069280292736839383/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-so-crazy-after-all-these-years_27.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/4069280292736839383?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/4069280292736839383?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/cKiFuSd_3b0/not-so-crazy-after-all-these-years_27.html" title="Not So Crazy, After All These Years" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PmFZvD-kOus/TyKgajSyAbI/AAAAAAAACtM/IBpqdLxSDK8/s72-c/blog_cam_crazies.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-so-crazy-after-all-these-years_27.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GQXc7cSp7ImA9WhRUFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-5359677080109938124</id><published>2012-01-26T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:57:00.909-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T19:57:00.909-05:00</app:edited><title>Movie Posters I'd Love To See</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlLbs5c-fgc/TyHMcIKt_EI/AAAAAAAACss/XMz4RNz3n_4/s1600/blog_real_movies2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlLbs5c-fgc/TyHMcIKt_EI/AAAAAAAACss/XMz4RNz3n_4/s640/blog_real_movies2.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gEt7Qpi5nrQ/TyHMdr60tTI/AAAAAAAACtE/VR6sOb713D0/s1600/blog_real_movies1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gEt7Qpi5nrQ/TyHMdr60tTI/AAAAAAAACtE/VR6sOb713D0/s640/blog_real_movies1.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-5359677080109938124?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/7IvCoXxdnB4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5359677080109938124/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/movie-posters-id-love-to-see.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/5359677080109938124?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/5359677080109938124?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/7IvCoXxdnB4/movie-posters-id-love-to-see.html" title="Movie Posters I'd Love To See" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlLbs5c-fgc/TyHMcIKt_EI/AAAAAAAACss/XMz4RNz3n_4/s72-c/blog_real_movies2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/movie-posters-id-love-to-see.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQGR3g-cSp7ImA9WhRUFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-762189753084733616</id><published>2012-01-26T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:45:26.659-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T16:45:26.659-05:00</app:edited><title>The Donkey Whisperer</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="335" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F6etfJgZQ7A" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-762189753084733616?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/id4HBZN2hCg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/762189753084733616/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/donkey-whisperer.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/762189753084733616?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/762189753084733616?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/id4HBZN2hCg/donkey-whisperer.html" title="The Donkey Whisperer" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/F6etfJgZQ7A/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/donkey-whisperer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UCSHk8eSp7ImA9WhRUFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-5601247545000232161</id><published>2012-01-26T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:21:09.771-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T10:21:09.771-05:00</app:edited><title>"She Ain't Sacagawea..."</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HuQryQE76-A/TyFuwpvw7vI/AAAAAAAACsc/V9GStL4V4Xw/s1600/sac_statue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HuQryQE76-A/TyFuwpvw7vI/AAAAAAAACsc/V9GStL4V4Xw/s640/sac_statue.jpg" width="526" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I get the following email from a listener who DEARLY wants to go on our yearly excursion to Las Vegas for the Sweet 16 - CzabeVegas 2012 - but has a small problem.&lt;br /&gt;
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He just knocked up his ol' lady.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Czabe,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just trying to gauge how many of the guys at Czabe Vegas show up with their wifes/girlfriends/significant others?  I'm trying to make it out this year but my wife and I just found out she's pregnant (been only about a month).  So you see the obvious dilemma here...husband goes to Vegas and leaves the pregnant wife at home by herself.  The only option I can potentially see is bringing her with me (Albuquerque to Vegas is a relatively short trip).  Your thoughts based on previous years?&lt;br /&gt;
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D.K.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dude, she's not sacagawea. She's one MONTH pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;
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But okay, so maybe you shouldn't print out and show your wife the wikipedia page on Lewis and Clark's hired (kidnapped?) native American tour guide (mistress?) who helped his group WALK from Missouri to Oregon ("Hey, it'll be FUN! Come on!") while both 9 months pregnant and then who HAD HER CHILD, and then carried the child WITH THEM as they walked to f***ing Oregon!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry. I am yelling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the deal. In a word: YES, absolutely bring your wife/girlfriend/fiancee to the event. Vegas is a big fun city, with lots of mature things to do, shows to see, and really nice romantic restaurants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your girl hates sports/basketball then just have her do her own thing during the games, and then meet up with her afterward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, in the 3 years we've been doing this CzabeVegas thing, I have had NUMEROUS married couples come out together, and have a blast. One couple - believe it or not, but I swear it's 100% true - actually RENEWED their vows at the legendary little Vegas chapel with the Elvis pastor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xD315zxJHu8/TyFvN0JL52I/AAAAAAAACsk/hfPrII6OT8M/s1600/blog_chapel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xD315zxJHu8/TyFvN0JL52I/AAAAAAAACsk/hfPrII6OT8M/s640/blog_chapel.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, the pregnancy thing is like a woman's possession of a nuclear bomb. You gotta negotiate much more GENTLY with them when they are "with child" , so to speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some wives (and husbands) are more than happy release their spouse for a weekend. So to each their own. We don't discriminate. And no, for the record, there are no strippers in the VIP area for our group, and there's no sex in the champagne room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-5601247545000232161?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/fhtA2zQNCZ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5601247545000232161/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-aint-sacagawea.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/5601247545000232161?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/5601247545000232161?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/fhtA2zQNCZ8/she-aint-sacagawea.html" title="&quot;She Ain't Sacagawea...&quot;" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HuQryQE76-A/TyFuwpvw7vI/AAAAAAAACsc/V9GStL4V4Xw/s72-c/sac_statue.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-aint-sacagawea.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENQnc8eCp7ImA9WhRUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-5505001504870112416</id><published>2012-01-25T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T18:04:53.970-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T18:04:53.970-05:00</app:edited><title>Snicky du Jour: Scarlett Johansson</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dqio3TulY1g/TyCJ-J-XOPI/AAAAAAAACsU/fWLbCdBi4nU/s1600/scarlettyo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dqio3TulY1g/TyCJ-J-XOPI/AAAAAAAACsU/fWLbCdBi4nU/s640/scarlettyo.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What can I add to the wonder that is, Scarlett Johansson? Nothing, really. Just look at her. Geezus. The only nit to pick, is this particular shot is a little bit over-airbrushed. But I liked the pose. So screw it. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-5505001504870112416?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/_F557laVt9Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5505001504870112416/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-scarlett-johansson.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/5505001504870112416?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/5505001504870112416?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/_F557laVt9Y/snicky-du-jour-scarlett-johansson.html" title="Snicky du Jour: Scarlett Johansson" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dqio3TulY1g/TyCJ-J-XOPI/AAAAAAAACsU/fWLbCdBi4nU/s72-c/scarlettyo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-scarlett-johansson.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4FRHw6eip7ImA9WhRUFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-1014798775354572132</id><published>2012-01-25T11:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:35:15.212-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T12:35:15.212-05:00</app:edited><title>CzabeVegas 2012: Hard Rock Here We Come!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iyVPpr_v7L0/TyA0RPptCqI/AAAAAAAACsM/qR1Dj-IoHVA/s1600/hard_rock_czabe_vegas_600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iyVPpr_v7L0/TyA0RPptCqI/AAAAAAAACsM/qR1Dj-IoHVA/s1600/hard_rock_czabe_vegas_600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Okay kids, have at it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can reserve both your spot in the VIP party for either one or both nights of the Sweet 16 right now. Anyone who reserves a VIP spot can also put a reserve HOLD on a room at the Hard Rock Hotel at these incredible, "Czabe-has-the-hook-em-up rates" you see here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.czabe.com/index.cfm/act/book_hardrock"&gt;RESERVE VIP PARTY TICKET - HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.czabe.com/index.cfm/act/czabeVegas"&gt;MORE INFO ON CZABE VEGAS - HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, I know you have a lot of questions....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
FAQ&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Q: &lt;b&gt;Do I have to stay at the Hard Rock to come to the VIP Party?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A: No.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Q: &lt;b&gt;Why should I stay at the Hard Rock if I am coming to the VIP Party?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A: Because it's an awesome place to stay, totally different vibe than any other casino in town. Lots of young pretty people, fun dealers, music, food, and more. Trust me, it's "the scene" baby.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Q: &lt;b&gt;Will you be mad at me if I stay at Circus Circus for $8 a night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A: Of course. Don't be a schmuck. You can always find a "cheaper room" somewhere else in Vegas. Whatever. Are you here on a budget, or here to have fun? The Hard Rock is going to treat us RIGHT! So do them a solid and throw 'em your business for Wayne Newton's sake! Split the room with a buddy, and we're talking $50 a night! That's two bad hands at blackjack. Come on!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Q: &lt;b&gt;What do I get for my $40?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A: You get a nice unobstructed spot to watch the Sweet 16, and un-fettered access to hang out and drink, gamble, and bitch at the refs with ME, your radio buddy! Also, I plan to get everyone "A Shirt, A Shot, and Some Shit." Details TBA.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Q: &lt;b&gt;Will Scotty, Solly, and Galdi be with you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A: God willing! First, however, I need to get a good group of you people signed up and paid. Once that happens, I can gently re-direct some funds to bring the gang with me. As I am sure you know, Scott's appearance fee is not cheap!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Q: Do I need to book all four days at the Hard Rock to get the rate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A: No, you can tailor your stay to your travel plans as you wish.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Q: Know of any cheap airfares?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A: Not really. But, I &lt;a href="http://www.travelmarketvacations.com/"&gt;highly recommend Travel Mart Vacations&lt;/a&gt; for anybody who needs some expert help on getting there. These people are the best!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Q: Will you be playing golf with any listeners while out there?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A: Generally, no. BUT, I have 2 foursomes on hold for my "inner circle" and depending on who gets arrested and can't make their tee time, it has happened in the past where guys can slip in and play. I would not count on it, however.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Q: Will there be a game that costs me money because of a last second 3-point dagger?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A: You bet your ass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://deadspin.com/5878340/eli-mannings-facial-expressions-are-americas-greatest-natural-resource"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-5294311788943260653?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/u1rmzLtTg4A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5294311788943260653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/eli-manning-blownd-up-super-slowww.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/5294311788943260653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/5294311788943260653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/u1rmzLtTg4A/eli-manning-blownd-up-super-slowww.html" title="Eli Manning Blown'd UP! Super... Slowww... Motion!" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rM05eodPmi4/Tx7H4FABvBI/AAAAAAAACr8/eOaOGBAIL8Q/s72-c/eli_face.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/eli-manning-blownd-up-super-slowww.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MR386eSp7ImA9WhRUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-7846715957144930517</id><published>2012-01-24T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:56:26.111-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T09:56:26.111-05:00</app:edited><title>Nightmares For A Lifetime</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWrzgnSGpno/Tx7GjnY6MqI/AAAAAAAACr0/jvPcg9vWWvk/s1600/blog_chinese_kid_cries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWrzgnSGpno/Tx7GjnY6MqI/AAAAAAAACr0/jvPcg9vWWvk/s640/blog_chinese_kid_cries.jpg" width="528" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow. Who could have seen this one coming. Like when Homer made Bart the evil clown bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-7846715957144930517?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/7EO-VqlA7rw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7846715957144930517/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/nightmares-for-lifetime.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/7846715957144930517?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/7846715957144930517?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/7EO-VqlA7rw/nightmares-for-lifetime.html" title="Nightmares For A Lifetime" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWrzgnSGpno/Tx7GjnY6MqI/AAAAAAAACr0/jvPcg9vWWvk/s72-c/blog_chinese_kid_cries.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/nightmares-for-lifetime.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EAQ3g5eSp7ImA9WhRUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-5073404800884334960</id><published>2012-01-23T18:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T18:00:42.621-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T18:00:42.621-05:00</app:edited><title>Snicky du Jour: Monica Potter</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgO9kTTz5Bg/Tx3maxOwIsI/AAAAAAAACrs/jHKOk--9FFs/s1600/blog_potter_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgO9kTTz5Bg/Tx3maxOwIsI/AAAAAAAACrs/jHKOk--9FFs/s640/blog_potter_large.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I'm happening across one of my wife's shows the other day walking through the living room and - WHOA - who the snickity-doo-da-day is THAT who looks like a younger, blonder version of Julia Roberts?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Answer: Monica Potter, of NBC's ensemble show "Parenthood."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nice. Let's get this gal into more movies and TV shows, and not just slasher dreck like The Last House on the Left.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
HYBRID: Julia Roberts, Kim Basinger, and a splash of Kristina Applegate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-5073404800884334960?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/H3TQDrqm07E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5073404800884334960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-monica-potter.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/5073404800884334960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/5073404800884334960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/H3TQDrqm07E/snicky-du-jour-monica-potter.html" title="Snicky du Jour: Monica Potter" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgO9kTTz5Bg/Tx3maxOwIsI/AAAAAAAACrs/jHKOk--9FFs/s72-c/blog_potter_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-monica-potter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDRXs7fCp7ImA9WhRUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-3860236490353282886</id><published>2012-01-23T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:52:54.504-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T09:52:54.504-05:00</app:edited><title>"It's Only Football..."</title><content type="html">&lt;img alt="
" height="486" src="http://www.nypost.com/rw/nypost/2012/01/22/news/web_galleries/g_paterno/cropped/ObitJoePaternoFootball130906--500x380.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Joe Paterno, rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The full story of the scandal that collapsed his otherwise pristine reputation and legacy on this earth as a football coach and educator (or is it the other way around?) is still being written.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The possibility for further exoneration OR condemnation exists. Time and court proceedings will have the final say on all of that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His mountain of "good" I believe outweighs the late breaking tsunami of "bad" associated with Sandusky the child predator. I need not go through the box score on all of that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Joe Paterno BUILT Penn State.&lt;br /&gt;
Joe Paterno LOVED Penn State.&lt;br /&gt;
Joe Paterno RAN Penn State.&lt;br /&gt;
Joe Paterno WAS Penn State.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things should have stopped after the first two.&lt;br /&gt;
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Somewhere along the way to JoePa becoming so insanely BIG at that place, more people should have said: "Hey, it's only football."&lt;br /&gt;
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Somehow, JoePa got big enough that apparently nobody really "had his ear" to serve as a balancing consigliere of sorts. When the AD comes and says after 54 years as coach "hey, how 'bout riding off into the sunset" and the coach tells you to stick it, well then, you no longer have a functional athletic department.&lt;br /&gt;
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You have a benevolent dictator.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know JoePa feared death after football, like what happened to Bear Bryant. I know Bobby Bowden felt the same way at Florida State.&lt;br /&gt;
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But that kind of thinking is nuts. JoePa didn't want to retire, because he felt there was nothing after football but death? Really? Somebody should have had his ear to say: "You're wrong, Joe. There's another glorious, post-football chapter waiting to be written. You are nearly 80! Time to move on."&lt;br /&gt;
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Pat Forde of Yahoo Sports has &lt;a href="http://rivals.yahoo.com/ncaa/football/news?slug=pf-forde_paterno_passing_conflicted_complicated_012212"&gt;a very well constructed piece today about what is left...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Penn State as we know it has died as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;In some ways, it needed to. The do-nothing university culture that allowed Sandusky to allegedly operate unimpeded certainly needed to die. The Paterno as emperor machinery, built to sustain an image and perpetuate a career beyond its rational boundaries, needed to die. The university’s disproportionate dependence on football for its identity needed to die.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;But there are some other elements to this obit that are disheartening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;They’re burying an ideal alongside Paterno, an ideal most big-time football programs don’t even pretend to aspire to anymore. Paterno himself referred to it as “The Grand Experiment” – trying to win big while keeping winning in perspective. Those aspirations usually are mutually exclusive, but JoePa never believed it had to be that way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;They’re burying the uniqueness of Penn State football, where it was OK to be old-fashioned. They’re burying a place where commitment was unconditional between school and coach. A place that dared to be dull amid the Oregonization of college football. A place where the coach never strong-armed the school for a bigger salary, never hesitated to help the school’s educational mission, never sold out to the corner-cutting methods that felled other big names in the profession.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Amid the burials of both good and bad, one thing is sure: We will not see anything like the Paterno-Penn State dynamic ever again. It is a relic of a different era.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Penn State, and Penn State football have a chance at beginning a new chapter, certainly in Joe Paterno's mold, with Joe Paterno's values, but stripped of the lunacy of letting one man act as a King. Let's hope they figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminding yourself: "It's only football..." every now and then, would be a good start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-3860236490353282886?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/tK6ZWamkaBs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3860236490353282886/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-only-football.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/3860236490353282886?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/3860236490353282886?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/tK6ZWamkaBs/its-only-football.html" title="&quot;It's Only Football...&quot;" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/J15KzXbNH6E/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-only-football.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYHQns8cCp7ImA9WhRUEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-7947416950351432119</id><published>2012-01-22T09:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T09:38:53.578-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T09:38:53.578-05:00</app:edited><title>"The Tuck Rule" - Rhymes With "Suck Rule"</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWYYoJONzFc/TxwfRIRyvbI/AAAAAAAACrk/BNsG4T6pHxs/s1600/blog_tuck_rule.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWYYoJONzFc/TxwfRIRyvbI/AAAAAAAACrk/BNsG4T6pHxs/s640/blog_tuck_rule.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Thursday, the infamous "Tuck Rule" turned 10 years old. I doubt many football fans said: "And thank god that one is still in the rulebook!"&lt;br /&gt;
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The "Tuck Rule" is to the NFL, as herpes is to a Hefner pool party.&lt;br /&gt;
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What the "Tuck Rule" does, is take an otherwise obvious and easy to call play in the game of football and twists logic, common sense, and a sense of fairness into a hopelessly knotted ball of legalese.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once upon a time, we let NFL referees use their plain judgement to make calls. Not all of them were correct. Such is life, and sports.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since the advance of better and more television, the public demand to get every call "right" has been un-relenting. It's a fool's errand. The biggest modern snipe hunt in history.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just last week, we saw the limits of technology and the NFL's sense of humility. Not only did Bill Leavy go under the hood to refute on a whim what 1080 lines of precise slow-mo resolution at 60 frames per second had told all of America - that Greg Jennings had fumbled the football - but the league then backed him up later in the week by saying he had made the right call.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the NFL world we now live in. A world where what you see and know, may not be considered fact. And Roger Goodell's minions have no problem telling you that you are stupid for thinking so.&lt;br /&gt;
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So back to the Tuck Rule game. Enjoy this excellent re-cap from NFL Films (by way of ESPN) and then if you like respond to a few emailers to my in-box below.&lt;br /&gt;
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Personally, I am all for melting down the rulebook to make things more simple and less "codified." I would even be for a rule change that says any "pass" that does not go past the line of scrimmage is considered a fumble.&lt;br /&gt;
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But don't count on the league going with LESS replay, or a SMALLER rulebook. The NFL is a bureaucracy just like any other. And bureaucrats almost never advocate limiting their power or scope of influence.&lt;br /&gt;
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TUCK RULE EMAILS from this week...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Hello Czabe,&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been a devoted listener to the morning show and The Sports Reporters since about 05. I have heard you argue about the NFL's replay system with Scott and the guys, and with Andy in the afternoons. I have always been somewhat on the fence about it, but this weekend totally pushed me into your corner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This whole "down by contact" thing&amp;nbsp;is part of where the problem lies. It's not so much the idea of replay, but it's rules that replay tries to uphold. The NFL rulebook is so contrived and full of&amp;nbsp;overcomplicated rulings and scenarios that it's almost laughable. I heard you guys mention the "Tuck Rule" yesterday on the local show, and that's a prime&amp;nbsp;example.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; All that said, I like your idea about reviewing only scoring plays and turnovers&amp;nbsp;because I do think some form of replay can be useful. I just think that the root of the problem is with the NFL's ridiculous rulebook.&lt;br /&gt;
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Great job as always, keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;
Keith Barnes&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Czabe,&lt;br /&gt;
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Try this rule change that will eliminate the need for many instant replay reviews and coaches challenges in the NFL. In addition, it will remove a few distasteful plays used  by the offense that lead to the officials stopping play for a lengthy discussion. The rule change I propose is  \"Any ball that hits the ground behind the line of scrimmage is a live ball.\" Think about the all the plays that would no longer require a reviewed and invoke other obscure rules buried deep in the rules book. Was the quarterback\'s arm going forward when the ball was knocked out of his hand? Does not matter LIVE BALL recovered  by the defense -- the tuck rule goes away -- intentional grounding leads to a live ball. I think the upside to this rule change is boundless and will mark a new era of keeping the game clock rolling without changing fundamental approach to the game.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rico Leone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:: Ken&lt;br /&gt;
Subject:: Tuck Rule Game&lt;br /&gt;
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FYI, The Tuck Rule was called in the 1st game of the 2001 season btw the Partiots &amp;amp; the NY Jets.  The fumble by Vinny Testaverde (and recovered by Pats) was changed to an incomplete pass due to the Tuck Rule.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;So in the playoff game later that season against the Raiders, Bill Belichick was pretty certain the referees would call the same thing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Also, ironically, the Patriots were robbed of a superbowl appearance during the 1976 playoffs by a controversial roughing the QB on Ken Stable on a 4th down. After the Tuck game was over, on a cold snowy day in Foxboro, the score board read "Revenge is best served cold."  How poetic!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-7947416950351432119?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/7cW9SYuaa0k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7947416950351432119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/tuck-rule-rhymes-with-suck-rule.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/7947416950351432119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/7947416950351432119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/7cW9SYuaa0k/tuck-rule-rhymes-with-suck-rule.html" title="&quot;The Tuck Rule&quot; - Rhymes With &quot;Suck Rule&quot;" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWYYoJONzFc/TxwfRIRyvbI/AAAAAAAACrk/BNsG4T6pHxs/s72-c/blog_tuck_rule.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/tuck-rule-rhymes-with-suck-rule.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8HSHs4fCp7ImA9WhRUEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-7270231133710635452</id><published>2012-01-19T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:57:19.534-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T17:57:19.534-05:00</app:edited><title>Snicky du Jour: Gina Carano</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3xjm9LkquA/TxifrjSdPII/AAAAAAAACrc/O2X8liqXr7w/s1600/carano_use.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3xjm9LkquA/TxifrjSdPII/AAAAAAAACrc/O2X8liqXr7w/s640/carano_use.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To MMA fans, Gina is old news. But for many of you guys, she is the answer to the question: "Who is that hot chick in this movie "Haywire?"&lt;br /&gt;
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I had a rough day today. Somebody sent me &lt;a href="http://network.yardbarker.com/mma/article_external/backyard/gina_carano_overdose_will_make_you_go_haywire/9405026?refmod=backyard"&gt;this link which purports to be a Gina Carano Overdose of pictures.&lt;/a&gt; They were right. After about 193 clicks, I found myself passed out on the floor in a rather&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;position.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was hard to do, but I picked the one I liked best. A simple face shot, with a wool hat. Am I nuts? No. I just admire her pristine facial beauty. Perfect smile. Cheek bones of a model. Gleaming brown eyes and jet black hair. A nice mix of 1 part Cindy Crawford, 1 part Mandy Moore, and 2 parts female action figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-7270231133710635452?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/UtPpDix6B9A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7270231133710635452/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-gina-carano.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/7270231133710635452?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/7270231133710635452?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/UtPpDix6B9A/snicky-du-jour-gina-carano.html" title="Snicky du Jour: Gina Carano" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3xjm9LkquA/TxifrjSdPII/AAAAAAAACrc/O2X8liqXr7w/s72-c/carano_use.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-gina-carano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMAQn09cCp7ImA9WhRVGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-671688267493572705</id><published>2012-01-19T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T10:37:23.368-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T10:37:23.368-05:00</app:edited><title>"They're Called..... 'Experts.' "</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="background-color: black; width: 520px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." flashvars="" height="288" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:video:thedailyshow.com:406251" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 4px; padding: 4px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/wed-january-18-2012/ko-computer"&gt;The Daily Show with Jon Stewart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Get More: &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/"&gt;Daily Show Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.indecisionforever.com/"&gt;Political Humor &amp;amp; Satire Blog&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/thedailyshow"&gt;The Daily Show on Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is an upper deck blast, over the light tower HOME F'ING RUN! And trust me, my politics run briskly COUNTER to what Jon Stewart truly believes in.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, when he uses the format of television, combined with his own biting sarcasm, and the open stupidity of the people elected to write laws we must all live by, it is nothing short of devastating.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sadly, the clowns we elect to Congress still don't get it. They could be forced to sit and watch this piece and still think: "Yeah, so what? We know what we're doing."&lt;br /&gt;
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That's how dumb, and arrogant they are.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, ha ha, those "nerds" who write the "internets" on the "computer-trons", ha ha, they are so lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-671688267493572705?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/hIh8-pcXPGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/671688267493572705/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/theyre-called-experts.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/671688267493572705?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/671688267493572705?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/hIh8-pcXPGc/theyre-called-experts.html" title="&quot;They're Called..... 'Experts.' &quot;" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/theyre-called-experts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cDQn47fCp7ImA9WhRVGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-7977093291675547226</id><published>2012-01-18T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:04:33.004-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T10:04:33.004-05:00</app:edited><title>Snicky du Jour: Taylor Swift</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FV6YMQAvuKM/TxbfdTZrDhI/AAAAAAAACrU/OSrniswdXKA/s1600/taylor_swift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FV6YMQAvuKM/TxbfdTZrDhI/AAAAAAAACrU/OSrniswdXKA/s640/taylor_swift.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taylor is now a full 22 years old, which is an age where dirty old men in their forty's are allowed to lust openly for them by way of internet gossip sites and whatnot. But for this girl, she still looks and seems like a perennial 17 year old high school senior, so I can't go there on her. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do appreciate her talent, though I once swore she couldn't sing. She actually can sing good enough, even though pure voice talent experts will say she's on the low end of that spectrum. Sort of like Greg Maddux's arm, she makes up for it with every thing else.&lt;br /&gt;
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She writes nice tight, commercially viable pop music songs, and plays almost every instrument on stage. Her stagecraft is second to none, and appears to have a grasp of her business that is way beyond her years. And she's driven to succeed like a cyborg.&lt;br /&gt;
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On top of all that, she's got sweet deal as one of Revlon's top tier endorsers, so we'll be seeing lots of glossy ads in your daughter's magazines of her pouty red lips and impossibly long eyelashes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-7977093291675547226?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/a1Kp3Pp4mjM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7977093291675547226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-taylor-swift.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/7977093291675547226?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/7977093291675547226?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/a1Kp3Pp4mjM/snicky-du-jour-taylor-swift.html" title="Snicky du Jour: Taylor Swift" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FV6YMQAvuKM/TxbfdTZrDhI/AAAAAAAACrU/OSrniswdXKA/s72-c/taylor_swift.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-taylor-swift.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcBQXo6eSp7ImA9WhRVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-3034679715596133540</id><published>2012-01-17T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:14:10.411-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T18:14:10.411-05:00</app:edited><title>I Swear I've Seen This Movie Before</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ouLr2-X0IJE/TxYAkICw2XI/AAAAAAAACrM/JUc7_JD7UrE/s1600/blog_wie_tebow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ouLr2-X0IJE/TxYAkICw2XI/AAAAAAAACrM/JUc7_JD7UrE/s640/blog_wie_tebow.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've gotten a few emails like this lately. Not a huge pile of them, but about half a dozen or more. It gets a bit exasperating at times, but then I step back and just enjoy the fact that people can be so damn invested in sports.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Steve,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I live in Omaha and we used to have the Czabe Show every day&amp;nbsp;and I listened every day.  We lost it when Fox Radio decided not to keep&amp;nbsp;the show.  I have continued following you through The Daily Czabe,&amp;nbsp;Sporting News Radio and now Yahoo.  I have told many people about the&amp;nbsp;greatness of this show and I have admired your strong efforts on staying&amp;nbsp;on the air and your strong efforts of the Daily Czabe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That being said,&amp;nbsp;after your current freaky, hate-mongering of Tim Tebow, you\'ve finally&amp;nbsp;lost me.  I don't consider myself a Tebite, but I do like the fellow.&amp;nbsp;I'd prefer my daughter enjoy watching him than a tatted-up, pot&amp;nbsp;smoking, womanizing wife-beater.  I also enjoyed hearing critics whine&amp;nbsp;and pull out whatever hair they had since Tebow was going against all&amp;nbsp;their professed expertise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;At any rate, it was more your absolute&amp;nbsp;hatred that has turned me off.  You might be right on Tebow's skillset&amp;nbsp;weaknesses, but your rants have pushed me over the edge of saying good&amp;nbsp;bye&amp;nbsp;to your fine show.  If you were still on the air in Omaha, I might be&amp;nbsp;listening, but since I have to make an effort to find you, I find it is&amp;nbsp;no longer worth the effort.  Good luck in the future, Czabe, I still&amp;nbsp;agree with you on most things, but I can\'t take the hate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Paul Reece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY RESPONSE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Paul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am saddened to lose such a dedicated listener. Even more sad, is that a single player, and a single difference of opinion could cause such a dramatic, and final decision to leave me and my show. I understand that my opinion on Tebow is unflinching, but I don't think it is mean. Well, at least not in the context of any athlete who is a public figure. I also find it puzzling that the good things about this guy that I readily concede, are not counted in the "big picture" on where I stand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I may ask, what in your mind would constitute "fair criticism" of Tebow, that does not cross over into the category of "hate?" Furthermore, would you prefer a host who is not afraid to be wrong&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and stakes out an opinion&amp;nbsp;(Tim certainly will have a chance to shove it down my throat in the coming months and years), or somebody who merely floats along with a stance that is considered "mainstream" and "acceptable?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recall similar emails during the ascendant hype of one Michelle Wie. I was steadfast in my opinion that she was nothing more than an&amp;nbsp;over-hyped&amp;nbsp;marketing vehicle, who was destroying her long term prospects in the game by playing hopelessly above her appropriate level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yet the media clamor for Michelle Wie was loud and un-relenting, and I was shouted down by many corners of the sports opinionsphere. I also pointed out how graceless and entitled she could be, and again, I was dubbed a "hater" by some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, fast forward about 5 years, and it turns out I was dead-nuts right about nearly ALL of it! Not that she's "done" as a golfer, but Wie has STILL won virtually NOTHING as a pro (2 LPGA tour event).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a player like Yani Tseng comes along - same age as Wie, 22, by the way - and just starts DESTROYING the competition (22 professional wins and counting) and the media barely bats an eye, it just makes my previous points about Wie all the more valid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tseng isn't a "marketable" star like Wie was once upon a time. She's quiet. Humble. Doesn't talk about playing vs. the men. She is short and plain, not tall and pretty. And her mastery of the english language remains a barrier to any endorsement opportunities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out once and for all during the whole "Wie episode" in sports history, that it&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;really "pay" to be RIGHT about things in sports that go contrary to the accepted mainstream. After all, the same herd of sports writers and pundits who lapped up every Michelle Wie (non)-milestone, didn't come back after reality set in and admit how and where they were wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They just kind of wandered off to the next "big thing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I have this delusional notion that my job as a sports talk radio host, entails trying to have as many "correct" opinions on players, teams, and games as possible. To analyze the sports landscape, and call things as I see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing full well, that I will be WRONGER and look DUMBER than the local town drunk MANY TIMES over as the years pile up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind being wrong. I don't mind being ripped, lampooned and skewered for being wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't have the stomach to "go along" with the "easy" opinion on things in sports, if I just don't feel it's going to pan out as everyone says. And I don't like to just be a contrarian, for the sake of pissing people off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we'll see about Tebow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he wins, and becomes a very good NFL starter at QB, the spoils of "I-Told-You-So" victory will belong to everyone who has railed against my Tebowian stance on Timmy Rah Rah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't just want you to redeem those "how do you like him now" apples, I fully EXPECT you to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I'm right after a few years, then well, I'll just shut up and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned my lesson. You just can't win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-3034679715596133540?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/h6yMuKV4bd8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3034679715596133540/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-swear-ive-seen-this-movie-before.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/3034679715596133540?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/3034679715596133540?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/h6yMuKV4bd8/i-swear-ive-seen-this-movie-before.html" title="I Swear I've Seen This Movie Before" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ouLr2-X0IJE/TxYAkICw2XI/AAAAAAAACrM/JUc7_JD7UrE/s72-c/blog_wie_tebow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-swear-ive-seen-this-movie-before.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUMQXw4eCp7ImA9WhRVF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-2076781160521908809</id><published>2012-01-17T04:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T04:58:00.230-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T04:58:00.230-05:00</app:edited><title>Snicky du Jour: Paula Creamer</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPgG-NqE5I0/TxShghvSOwI/AAAAAAAACrE/7cIkDUhDuDw/s1600/creamer_jersey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPgG-NqE5I0/TxShghvSOwI/AAAAAAAACrE/7cIkDUhDuDw/s640/creamer_jersey.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Readers by now should already know my over-the-top-fanboydom of golf's most brilliant smile, The Pink Panther! But in addition to rocking the lovely pink-striped knee socks from time to time, and talking trash while beating her opponents in match play, ol' Paula is a die hard Niner fan from Northern California.&lt;br /&gt;
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Go Paula!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-2076781160521908809?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/mbkpe1LjJI8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2076781160521908809/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-paula-creamer.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/2076781160521908809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/2076781160521908809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/mbkpe1LjJI8/snicky-du-jour-paula-creamer.html" title="Snicky du Jour: Paula Creamer" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPgG-NqE5I0/TxShghvSOwI/AAAAAAAACrE/7cIkDUhDuDw/s72-c/creamer_jersey.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-paula-creamer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cCQn0yeCp7ImA9WhRVF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-969124615486755444</id><published>2012-01-16T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:57:43.390-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T16:57:43.390-05:00</app:edited><title>Titanic II</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AmUXIw21pww/TxSdSm8f8rI/AAAAAAAACq8/9vWvVfG0o4M/s1600/blog_titanic2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AmUXIw21pww/TxSdSm8f8rI/AAAAAAAACq8/9vWvVfG0o4M/s640/blog_titanic2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every now and then, I consider taking my family on a cruise. Then, something like this comes along.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh sure, I know. The actual % of cruise ships worldwide that leave port and return safely, is damn close to 100%. I know that.&lt;br /&gt;
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But to think THIS can actually still happen, is pretty flabbergasting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently, it was the captain, cruising close to shore just to honk his horn at a friend who lived on the nearby island.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sooooo, so, Italian of him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, here's more from a listener who knows things about cruise ships...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Hey Czabe,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I used to work for the leading developer of the automatic navigation systems for cruise ships, so I keep in touch with the industry.  As long as the captain uses the automated system, he doesn't run aground.  Even when he manually steers, there are so many audible and visible alarms telling him the seaway is too shallow...I have no idea how he didn't know he was in trouble.  Granted, cruise ships aren't Honda Civics and take a *long* time to change direction, but still.  They set the alarms up to look ahead 5+ minutes to predict problems with enough time to turn.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The problems with cruises have been in all the papers.  The most unsafe aspects are these.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The crews are *very* poorly trained and paid.  Other than the top officers, most of them have no clue what to do in an emergency.  And most don't speak English.  I had heard that the Caribbean cruise lines hired natives from South American villages, gave them a couple of weeks training, and turned them loose.  Just what you want:  "no habla" when the lights are out and the ship is listing and you smell smoke.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The worst part is this.  These ships are flagged in foreign countries, like Panama and Liberia, for insurance and business purposes.  That means they are foreign countries in effect.  If something happens to you on board, like you get assaulted or robbed, don't bother calling the police in the US or the FBI:  they have no jurisdiction.  Instead, contact Liberia; yeah, right.  Some years ago, a girl from Richmond, VA was cruising with her family and *disappeared* at sea.  FBI could do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you really want a safe cruise, go on a day cruise on a U.S. Navy ship.  Those kids know their business, from the lowest paint-scraper to the captain.  I had the honor of riding cruisers and carriers for my job.  They ran periodic emergency drills, and you, as a civilian, had better muster to where you were told in an efficient military manner during the drill.  Those guys are *THE BEST IN THE WORLD*.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-john reilly&lt;br /&gt;
Staunton, VA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-969124615486755444?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/dJfvwuxlQkw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/969124615486755444/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/titanic-ii.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/969124615486755444?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/969124615486755444?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/dJfvwuxlQkw/titanic-ii.html" title="Titanic II" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AmUXIw21pww/TxSdSm8f8rI/AAAAAAAACq8/9vWvVfG0o4M/s72-c/blog_titanic2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/titanic-ii.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4AQXszfip7ImA9WhRVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-719231199381206772</id><published>2012-01-16T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:49:00.586-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T10:49:00.586-05:00</app:edited><title>Snicky du Jour: Ellie Kemper</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRUPmU0stSg/TxL2cHDfVmI/AAAAAAAACqo/jCHPDONyrIU/s1600/ellie_kemper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRUPmU0stSg/TxL2cHDfVmI/AAAAAAAACqo/jCHPDONyrIU/s640/ellie_kemper.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fans of "The Office" (American vesion) know this little snicky well. She's Erin, the perky but hopelessly dense receptionist and one-time love interest to the 'Nard Dog.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know if her career is about to take off, or if she'll be like another spark plug of a redhead Isla Fisher, whose career has been underwhelming since her breakout role in "Wedding Crashers."&lt;br /&gt;
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Ellie was in "Bridesmaids" which I have been told, is a raunchy "must-see". So I can put that on my list. In the meantime, I can hope to see Ms. Kemper in other roles where she has an IQ above 30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-719231199381206772?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/kzn_MyGEHiY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/719231199381206772/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-ellie-kemper.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/719231199381206772?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/719231199381206772?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/kzn_MyGEHiY/snicky-du-jour-ellie-kemper.html" title="Snicky du Jour: Ellie Kemper" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRUPmU0stSg/TxL2cHDfVmI/AAAAAAAACqo/jCHPDONyrIU/s72-c/ellie_kemper.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-ellie-kemper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4DQXYycCp7ImA9WhRVFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-5536160042178848328</id><published>2012-01-15T10:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T11:29:30.898-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T11:29:30.898-05:00</app:edited><title>Boom, Roasted.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEPL1LCks6A/TxL-y3GSi7I/AAAAAAAACq0/vo-Ax7K8-MI/s1600/tebow_crushed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="409" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEPL1LCks6A/TxL-y3GSi7I/AAAAAAAACq0/vo-Ax7K8-MI/s640/tebow_crushed.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Final tally: 9-26, 136 yards and a fumble.&lt;br /&gt;
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And a futile 1st and goal, where they went 4&amp;amp;OUT punctuated by Tebow whirling, escaping, scrambling, and then ultimately throwing the ball to nobody.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So Bronco fans, and Tebites, you have a real project on your hands now, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How can you make this jersey-selling, sick-kid-hugging, feel-good-story of a QB, into well, something VIABLE as a long-term prospect?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fairy tale is over. The magic is gone. The hype will quickly subside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now what?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Press on... " some will say. Let's tighten up the mechanics, add more wrinkles to that run-option offense, get another WR target for him to throw to, and let's see what a full season (with full OFF-season too!) of total Tebow commitment will bring us in terms of record.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'll admit: I've seen dumber ideas. (see Grossman, Rex and Beck, John).&lt;br /&gt;
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But I think Tebow as a starter is doomed to fail.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's just my OPINION. And I've been as wrong as anybody as a sports fan.&lt;br /&gt;
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I CAN have an opinion, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So my call would be this if I were John Elway: Back to the draft for a starter. Tell Tebow's he's a valuable piece to the Broncos puzzle, and they will find a place for him, and find ways to use him.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd keep Tebow as a FB/H-back/TE and I would use him in Timmy-Cat formations near the goal-line and randomly during games as a hard-to-adjust changeup.&lt;br /&gt;
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But in a passing league, you have to be able to pass. Period.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tebow was far down the list of the reasons the Patriots boat-raced them on Saturday night. But he IS on the list. When you have a QB who can't stretch the field vertically, who can't sustain drives with his arm, who can't deliver counter-strikes to two-TD deficits, then you are really limited.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you love the guy for reasons that go far beyond his wobbly spiral, then good for you. Keep loving him. He is, a genuine breath of fresh air among pro athletes today. As long as ESPN and other media entities don't shove him down our throats to the point of passing out, I too can enjoy his scrappy overachieving.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the argument isn't about "liking" him, it's about "can he play" the position at this level.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, you've seen his games. You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now there is a rumor out there that ONE of these wholesome gals, is GASP, not actually from Bruce Jenner's own baby batter. ZOMG! Can you guess which one? Apparently, Kris Jenner admits she was a little wild with her sexual escapades back in the day, so Khloe might just be the pool boy's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy them now, kids. We're at 13 minutes on their 15 Minutes of Fame clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-1569823099044147261?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/k6dklAWQd9g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1569823099044147261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-kardashian-sampler.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/1569823099044147261?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/1569823099044147261?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/k6dklAWQd9g/snicky-du-jour-kardashian-sampler.html" title="Snicky du Jour: Kardashian Sampler" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhZKryMBJ9Q/TxDEdWXYQdI/AAAAAAAACqg/z6weD1llB3g/s72-c/kardashians.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-kardashian-sampler.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkACQH88fip7ImA9WhRVFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-7926915305352828182</id><published>2012-01-13T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:19:21.176-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T08:19:21.176-05:00</app:edited><title>My Open Letter To Tim Tebow</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocr5o0ust5s/TxAvKTK416I/AAAAAAAACqI/22ixqCZUxVc/s1600/tebow-kiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocr5o0ust5s/TxAvKTK416I/AAAAAAAACqI/22ixqCZUxVc/s640/tebow-kiss.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Dear Tim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Good luck on Saturday night in Foxboro against the Patriots. I'll be rooting for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Oh wait. Did I say “I'll be rooting for you?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I meant to say... “I'll be rooting for you........ TO LOSE BY 40!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Now look, don't take this personally. In fact, I'm sure you won't, seeing as how you are such a fine and humble young Christian man. Because you see, this isn't about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;It's about your people. They are out of control. They cannot be reasoned with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;And wow, talk about a thin skin! Sheesh! One little knock against your – ahem – ingenious throwing motion, and I get accused of being a cross between Judas Iscariot and Rod Tidwell's brother Tee Pee: you know, the guy who never had anything positive to say while watching a game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Your story is pretty amazing: you've gone from being a 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; round reach, to nearly cut, to starter and a 6 game winning streak, to bum who nearly cost your team a shot at the playoffs.... to a cult figure all in just two years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;But it's time that this little football tent revival gets shut down by a QB who is going to the Hall of Fame with a supermodel on his arm and a coach who doesn't mind sleeping with the team secretary or illegally videotaping other teams signals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Tebowmania has been a fun little ride, but it's nothing more than a craze. And we've seen them come and go in sports and pop culture. Once upon a time, fans in stadiums did “the wave” and basketball players had hi-top fades with lines cut in the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;MC Hammer was unquestionably cool, and replica puffy pants with fake zebra stripes called “Zubaz” were considered acceptable to wear in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The Run-N-Shoot once promised to revolutionize pro football, until teams found out at the most inconvenient times that holding a lead with that offense was about as effective as bringing your soup to lunch in a brown paper bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;People who say you just need to learn how to throw a little better, are the same people who said we could turn sprinters like Willie Gault and Renaldo Skeets Neimiah into elite wide receivers if we can just get them to improve their hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You are fad like sticky wall walkers, or invisible dogs. You remind me of when the Rubiks Cube came out and it was the very wonder of my 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade existence. Oh wow! How can you solve this thing? It's like so, complicated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Rumor had it one of your buddies had solved his Rubiks Cube, but it took almost a week. Still you were amazed. But then the next week, the Asian kid on the bus who's dad was a doctor could solve not just HIS, but YOURS too, all before the bus pulled into the parking lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Look, most of this is not your fault. The media has been very unfair to you. That's right, I said UN-fair. Because the media – ahem – ESPN, let's just say for example, has packaged, shined and hyped you to the moon and back, and milked you every step of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I can assure you, there's never before been a 46% throwing quarterback on an 8-8 team that got the column inches, television features, or sports talk radio minutes as you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;And sadly, THIS has been the shallow dirty puddle of water which has bred hatred of your mediocre-ass quarterbacking like a swarm of mosquitoes in the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Right now, the ride is all parade waves and roses. But trust me, when your game gets reverse engineered like a knockoff handbag at a counterfeiters convention, the backlash will be fierce. Because most NFL fans can sort out the steak form the gristle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;And just because Skip Bayless comes on TV and screams like the late Billy Mays insisting the league simply CANNOT live without you, it doesn't mean we are picking up the phone to buy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We know who the elite practitioners of this position are in the league. And you ain't one of them. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. Not with that gorilla-flinging-a-coconut motion of yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So it's really best that it all starts wrapping up now. The sooner for you to maybe transition to a more sustainable position like fullback or TE. Where, hey, you can still quote the Bible, hug sick kids, flex your guns at overturned replays on the bench, and Tebow in prayer until every single leper is cured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Win win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So good luck Timmy. Your fans now hate me more than ever. And no matter how bad you play on Saturday night, I can assure you that come Monday, they'll still say: I'm the bad guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Steve Czaban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Radio Blowhard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-7926915305352828182?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/o5X289hnw7M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7926915305352828182/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-open-letter-to-tim-tebow.html#comment-form" title="23 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/7926915305352828182?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/7926915305352828182?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/o5X289hnw7M/my-open-letter-to-tim-tebow.html" title="My Open Letter To Tim Tebow" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocr5o0ust5s/TxAvKTK416I/AAAAAAAACqI/22ixqCZUxVc/s72-c/tebow-kiss.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>23</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-open-letter-to-tim-tebow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IBRXc8eip7ImA9WhRVFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-8006238048994215317</id><published>2012-01-12T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:39:14.972-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T18:39:14.972-05:00</app:edited><title>Snicky du Jour: Avril Lavigne</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qwz_z6obCBY/Tw9vEycGeRI/AAAAAAAACqA/j-BD0SVxW2k/s1600/avril_lavigne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qwz_z6obCBY/Tw9vEycGeRI/AAAAAAAACqA/j-BD0SVxW2k/s640/avril_lavigne.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll admit that this little punky spitfire isn't everybody's cup of tea. You may hate her music. You might not like her chalky white skin, or Skater Boi persona. In fact, one Canadian friend of mine called her a "nasty ball of hate from Ontario."&lt;br /&gt;
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But just think of her as the Canadian Taylor Swift, with a lot more eye black. And she's on the market again, after cutting loose her husband Deryk Whibley, lead guitarist from Sum 41.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-8006238048994215317?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/FuOeZ20LWts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8006238048994215317/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-avril-lavigne.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/8006238048994215317?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/8006238048994215317?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/FuOeZ20LWts/snicky-du-jour-avril-lavigne.html" title="Snicky du Jour: Avril Lavigne" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qwz_z6obCBY/Tw9vEycGeRI/AAAAAAAACqA/j-BD0SVxW2k/s72-c/avril_lavigne.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/snicky-du-jour-avril-lavigne.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cEQXc-eip7ImA9WhRVE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1566606152366187003.post-6294204065083942283</id><published>2012-01-12T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:10:00.952-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T10:10:00.952-05:00</app:edited><title>Shrimpy McTryhard</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL2hG7heH08/Tw73vZcT9eI/AAAAAAAACp4/OeUGMipygSs/s1600/sanchez_falling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="534" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL2hG7heH08/Tw73vZcT9eI/AAAAAAAACp4/OeUGMipygSs/s640/sanchez_falling.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mark Sanchez is cooked in New York.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cooked.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this point, given the media feeding frenzy in that city, with those sports fans, this is not going to end well for him. The only question, is how soon will it end.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sanchez isn't the worst QB in the world. But the gap between his hype and the reality is a gulf that simply can't be bridged.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember when Steve Young - whose opinions on the position I usually greatly respect - said that Sanchez was "almost presidential" in his demeanor and approach to the game.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah, sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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And for everybody keeping score on MY bad calls on players (see Newton, Cam et. al.) at least here's one that I DID get right. In fact, I was cringing and begging the Redskins NOT to fall in love and trade up ahead of the Jets to snag him 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Danny Boy and Co. had the patented Redskins "big dinner" with Sanchez, and every report was that they came away swooning like Young.&lt;br /&gt;
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Luckily for Skins fans, the team had so little trade ammunition in their gun locker, they couldn't pull the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's now Woody Johnson's mess to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mind you, none of the above absolves the gutless, unprofessional, team cancers who decided to speak anonymously on the record with such bluntness. It's just that Sanchez just will never turn it around now, not with this poison in the well up there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which brings me to the time tested argument about whether certain QBs have "led" their team to (insert title game or Super Bowl here) or if they merely "went to" the (insert title game or Super Bowl here).&lt;br /&gt;
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When it comes to Rex Grossman here in Washington, almost nobody falls back on the argument that Rex "led" the Bears to the Super Bowl. It's pretty common knowledge that Rex merely "went to" that game, WITH a phenomenal defense and Devin Hester being "ridiculous."&lt;br /&gt;
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I say the same with Shrimpy McTryhard. He just "went to" two AFC championships, he didn't really drive the Jets there himself. Go ahead, look at the game-by-games and make your own judgement.&lt;br /&gt;
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2010&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3b_UiYwADao/Tw73WRTgpiI/AAAAAAAACpo/UZbxhgVf5Ps/s1600/sanchez_postseason_%25231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3b_UiYwADao/Tw73WRTgpiI/AAAAAAAACpo/UZbxhgVf5Ps/s640/sanchez_postseason_%25231.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
2011&lt;br /&gt;
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If the Jets don't make a bold move with Sanchez, and merely try to "stay the course" and hope he improves, it will be a slow torturous drip drip drip of rumors and second guessing with every single pick-6, fumble, or blown throw.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you CAN get Peyton Manning, and he does SEEM fully healthy, well then you just have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then we'd have Manning vs. Manning in Gotham. Epic. Sign me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1566606152366187003-6294204065083942283?l=czabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dailyczabe/~4/33P8wIhOnsQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6294204065083942283/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/shrimpy-mctryhard.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/6294204065083942283?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1566606152366187003/posts/default/6294204065083942283?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dailyczabe/~3/33P8wIhOnsQ/shrimpy-mctryhard.html" title="Shrimpy McTryhard" /><author><name>Czabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12420874855933163339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL2hG7heH08/Tw73vZcT9eI/AAAAAAAACp4/OeUGMipygSs/s72-c/sanchez_falling.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://czabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/shrimpy-mctryhard.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

