Bill Simmons Has Graduated From Retard to the Urtard

10.21.07 Written by Christmas Ape


Since early this season, I’ve tried valiantly to avoid Bill Simmons, he of the puffy jowls, the nasally voice and the inept game predictions. His work this season is an unremitting stream of recycled jokes and ramped up Patriots gloating that is devoid of reason or the faintest whiff of shame. Punter summed it up nicely in a recent e-mail thread, “He’s gone from openly insightful (though somewhat dated) to a fact-bending homer.”

This weekend, I had to spend Saturday night working the cops beat for the paper. This is okay because you get the occasional gem like this one: 6500 BLK, 12TH ST. MALE ATTACKED BY FAMILY DOG WHILE STABBING HIS WIFE. ANIMAL IS ON THE LOOSE IN THE AREA.

But it also involves long stretches of inactivity, with which I must fill with football-related reading. Running through enough of it (or churning up enough masochistic urges) I eventually got to Simmons’ Friday picks column and came upon this stretch of mind-boggling retardery:

For instance, 0-6 Miami knows the ’07 Pats could knock the ’72 Dolphins out of the record books in three months. But what could they do to stop them? They’re not beating them in a game. If they made a fishy trade to help out one of New England’s rivals — like, giving away Chris Chambers to San Diego for a late second-round pick, for example — everyone would find it fishy and the league would crack down, because, after all, you’re not supposed to cheat in the National Football League. They’re helpless to stop it. In fantasy, fishy trades happen all the time and you can’t stop them unless you have a commissioner who’s stronger and more powerful than David Stern at his peak. Unfortunately, 98 percent of fantasy football leagues have a Gary Bettman type.

(Note: Thank God the NFL doesn’t work like fantasy and San Diego couldn’t steal Chambers away for a measly second-round pick simply because Miami wanted to take a dump on their fans, tank their season and preserve the legacy of the ’72 Dolphins. Because that would suck.)

Put simply, this is the dumbest fucking thing I’ve read all year from any writer. Take a million supermikes writing on a million Etch-A-Sketches for a million years and you wouldn’t come up with anything half as fucking asinine.

Really? We’re supposed to believe a team like the Dolphins, a winless team obviously in need of unloading big money players for value while they still can in advance of overhauling their roster, is dumping their no. 1 receiver for no other reason than to fuck the Pats chances at an unbeaten season? Taking that logic, maybe they might have shipped him to a team that the Pats HAVEN’T ALREADY BEATEN! Why? To protect a 36-year-old record?

We’re also to ignore the fact that Chris Chambers for a second-round pick isn’t actually that lop-sided of a trade?

We may need another bounty.

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Don’t You See, John W. McDonough? We Wanna Make You a Star!

10.19.07 Written by Captain Caveman

One of the stupidest aspects of being a blogger — and believe me, there’s a long list of stupid aspects — is copyright law. Granted, most of the time it’s not a problem. Google Image Search, right-click, “save as…” and you’ve got a nice little picture for your post.

Every now and again, though, I get a nastygram from some photographer or lawyer or underage girl’s lawyer: “Wah wah wah, the image you have used is blah blah blah… remove it immediately or face me annoying you some more.”

And it’s like, “Shit, man. That photo was left in a public forum, and/or I linked to your website to credit your awesome photo-snapping skills. I’m giving you free publicity. I’m trying to make you a FUCKING STAR!”

But no, this is how we’re thanked. With angry emails and threats of legal action. Oh, I’m supposed to PAY to look at your precious photo? How about YOU pay ME to read my fantabulous writing, and we’ll call it even. We’re all in this Internet Bohemia together, man. Quit harshin’ my buzz.

These photos of the San Diego Charger Girls were taken by the inimitable John W. McDonough of Sports Illustrated, as part of a much larger gallery featured here at SI.com. (See? Is that so bad?)

Three years ago I had the opportunity to move 150 miles to San Diego. Instead I moved 3000 miles to New York.

I was dropped a lot as an infant.

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Boom Boom Chuck, It’s the Re-Up!

10.19.07 Written by Unsilent Majority

…that song blows

You want I should loan you some money?

Welcome back for the Week 7 edition of Always Be Covering.

So it’s the week every gambler dreads, the first week that he has to dip into his financial reserves. Personally, I took advantage of Drew’s past generosity by cashing in a few of the barrybonds he got me last Christmas (I can overlook gentile gift-giving assuming said gift has hard cash value…or chocolate shaped money). Obviously I’ve been a bit reckless with some of my winnings (but I thought teasers always win) so it’s time to tighten up, think conservatively, and just cover baby!

Or not.

Let’s do a fuckin’ teaser instead, they never lose!

The Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ Was a Piece of Shit Bet of the Week

4 Team Teaser (6.5). 50 to win 125

NY Giants -2.5 vs. San Francisco
Trent Dilfer? Check please.

Dallas -3.5 vs. Purple Jesus and Bald Judas
That’s sweeter than Cowgirl pussy, and just as hairless.

Pittsburgh +2.5 at Denver
As if Shanny’s boys didn’t suck before, now Javon’s knee is is getting cut up like a teenager’s milky white thigh. You know what happens next, he’ll refuse to part with the bloody bandage until he spends some time mourning his scar tissue in Vegas.

Washington -2 vs. Arizona
Joe Gibbs doesn’t lose to Arizona at home…ever. For a quick injury report, let’s check in with CBS Sportsline’s fantasy update.

Cardinals QB Kurt Warner has settled on a combination of tape and a brace to hold his injured elbow in place and says he’s feeling good about being able to play Sunday at Washington.

This isn’t your run-of-the-mill bad idea, it’s like the time MIT girl went to the airport wearing an imitation bomb as an art project. Only that girl didn’t have her left forearm torn off by Andre Carter. What do you think Larry Fitz?

“Anytime you hear `tear,’ that’s not good…also I was told there would be crackers.”

Thanks Fitzy!

The Other Bet of Consequence
50 to win 47.62

New England -17 at Miami

Patriots–FUCK YEAH!

Have a good weekend, I know I will.

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Drecksonville vs. Crapapolis. WHO YA GOT?

10.18.07 Written by Christmas Ape


It’s a battle for supremacy in the AFC South, with the quietly powerful and workmanlike (read: boring) Jaguars hosting the Colts, the NFL’s top alsoran to the Patriots, and, you know, the defending champs. Jacksonville winning would temper the next soon to be painfully hyped battle of the unbeatens in a few weeks. And we can’t have that. Seriously, this week’s games are abysmal. WHO YA GOT?

Contestants

Jacksonville Jaguars___________________Indianapolis Colts

Record

4-1______________________5-0

Named for

Andrew Jackson__________________The fucking state it occupies

Bragging rights

Ran for 375 yards on Indy last December____Their bearded white receiver is actually good

Why are you living there?

Those awful Tampa Bay snobs_____Frightened by all the blacks in Gary

“Contributions” to American culture

Limp Bizkit____________________Indianapolis Motor Speedway

Redeeming qualities

Lemme get back to you on that one__________Stole team from Baltimore

Notable former residents

Okay, it’s warm in the wintertime__________________Kurt Vonnegut

Favorite form of credit

MJD’s goal post ATM___________Tony Dungy’s indulgences

Finishing move

Die of boredom_________________Move to Florida, die of boredom

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KSK Celebrity Guest NFL Analyst! The White Stripes!

10.18.07 Written by Big Daddy Drew


Sometimes we at KSK have the good fortune of having a celebrity or two drop in to offer their insight on the NFL. Today, I’m pleased to welcome Jack White and Meg White of the White Stripes. Jack and Meg call themselves brother and sister. The media reports that they are actually a former married couple. The truth, of course, is that they are both.

Jack: I don’t understand this whole NFL thing. It just feels so brutish to me. Doesn’t it, Meg?

Meg: Yes. It does.

Jack: I mean, the whole thing just feeds into this disgusting male mentality that glorifies violence and menaces women. I find the male animal to be a horrible creature: shallow, depraved, and manipulative. Don’t you think, Meg?

Meg: Yes. I do.

Jack: That said, I do like those Detroit Lions. I think they’ll win this week. Don’t you, Meg?

Meg: Yes. I do.

Jack: Meg, what’s your favorite team?

Meg: Whatever your favorite team is, Jack.

Jack: Well, like I said, I like the Lions.

Meg: Then I like the Lions.

Jack: Meg, who’s your favorite player?

Meg: Whoever your favorite player is, Jack.

Jack: Mine is Ernie Sims

Meg: Then I like Ernie Sims.

Jack: Meg, you are the last true innocent creature left on the earth. I see in you the hope and brightness of a newborn child.

Meg: I see that, too.

Jack: You are my muse. Together, this artificial world cannot infiltrate the pureness of our friendship. Now take that brick over there and bash yourself in the head with it.

Meg: Okay.

(picks up brick and bashes herself in the head with it)

Jack: Now go wander out into that busy street for me.

Meg: Okay.

(wanders into busy street and is hit by a Cadillac)

Jack: Now I want you to stick yourself with this syringe I found on the beach.


Meg: Okay.

(sticks herself syringe he found on the beach)

Jack: Now I want you to sit over in the corner and watch me while I have sex with my new wife. And I want you to blow this dog while I do it.


Meg: Okay.

(sits over in the corner and watches while Jack has sex with his new wife. Blows dog)

Jack: I feel so inspired by your strength and courage, Meg. Let’s spend the next five minutes cutting an album with just two good songs and a shitload of half-assed ideas.

Meg: Okay.

(Five minutes pass. Album is produced with Jack playing all instruments including drums. Album is released. Gets a 9 from NME.)

Jack: Let us now have some candy.

Meg: Okay.

Jack: Actually, I’m just gonna go get some candy for myself. I’d like you to sit here and stare at this blank wall until I get back.

Meg: Okay.

(stares)

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Doug & Doug’s Fantasy Report — Week 6

10.17.07 Written by Christmas Ape

Six short weeks and they’ve already achieved prima donna status, bitching about Comedy.com’s accommodations in his fancy dancey suit and tie. Back in late August, you didn’t have a pot to piss in or a green headband to wrap around it. And let me tell you: Blogger’s no Swiss picnic either, pally. The cafeteria only has Sun Chips instead of Doritos. Can you fucking believe that? Might as well be working for the Iraqi Army.

However, I’m all for their “fuck you, Todd ‘Shit’ Heap” policy, not only as someone who has the misfortunate of having that fucker on both my fantasy teams, but also someone who hates the Ravens as a matter of course. Fuck you, Purple Whitey!

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Suzy Kolber Was Kissed, Then Inseminated

10.17.07 Written by Christmas Ape

Pro Football Talk, which is always right about these things, is spreading the rumor that Matron Saint Suzy Kolber is preggers or with child, or whichever other gormless idiom you use for pregnant. I prefer germinated. It sounds less appealing that way.

See, Suzy, you start hanging around NASCAR and, before you know it, you’re having kids out of wedlock. Sure, ESPN’ll be cool with it at first, provided you name the kid Norby or Norba, then tighten up afterwards. They’ll have the finest vaginoplaster money can buy.


PFT hears it’s a girl, no doubt bound to be thick in the britches. But what of the name? JET Kolber? Turtleneckesta? Chevy Tahoe, Jr.? You decide, commenters.

UPDATE: We have an idea who the father is…

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Kevin Everett Meast of the Week — Week 6: Just Keepin’ It Real, Yo

10.17.07 Written by Captain Caveman

This week’s Kevin Everett update is the best one yet: the Bills tight end with the broken neck is now walking on his own.

Allow me to rephrase that: HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. To recap, this is what doctors predicted:

And this is what’s going on:

Yeah yeah yeah, the doctors get some credit too, but there is no denying that Kevin Everett is about as measty as a human being can be. Stay tuned for next week’s Everett update, in which he does one-armed push-ups and satisfies a nurse and a candy striper simultaneously.

There was plenty of meastiness around the rest of the NFL this week, to the point that we actually felt the need to recognize several of the individual efforts we witnessed.

Third runner-up is Marion Barber, whose two-yard, two-point-saving run is reminiscent of Barry Sanders — if Barry ran over people instead of around them:

Second runner-up: Devin Hester. With two 80-yard-plus scores, Hester reiterated that (a) all offensive plays should be designed to get him the ball until Cedric Benson can get more than two yards a carry, and (b) any special teams coach who elects to kick to him is interested in working elsewhere next year.

Our first runner-up is vintage 2006 LaDainian Tomlinson, who torched the Raiders for 198 yards and all four Chargers touchdowns. Fun fact: Dan Shanoff has LT2/LDT in our Yahoo! fantasy league, and he still lost.

Predictably, here’s this week’s Meast:

We needn’t go over numbers or game impact here; however, I feel compelled to respond to Michael David Smith’s missive (or should I say dismissive?) that asked Is Adrian Peterson Overrated?

Now, I craft my responses to fellow bloggers carefully. The person known as “Matt Ufford” is a surprisingly affable sort who rarely, if ever, publishes a negative response to a neighbor in the blogorhood.

Captain Caveman, however, is a real asshole.

And as Captain Caveman, on behalf of the KSK Gay Mafia, I can say, “Hey, MDS. Slate called. They were looking for a contrarian poindexter to stir up pointless debate.” And so we respond to the Tim Duncan of blogging, FanHouse’s blandly efficient MVP, thusly: No, Adrian Peterson is not overrated. He’s really fucking good. He’s called PURPLE JESUS for a reason.

You godless heathen.

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NFL PostSecret Week 6: Now With Even Fewer Comments!

10.17.07 Written by Christmas Ape

As with injuries, many NFL figures think that if they make it to the bye week without laying bare their most damaging or guarded secrets, then they might just outlast this grueling season and take out their inner tumult on their loved ones. Luckily for us, and I suppose their wives, most of the league wasn’t up to making it to the break.

—–Email Message—–
Sent: Sunday, October 14, 2007 10:26 AM
Subject: McRib

Where the fuck is it?



—–Email Message—–
Sent: Sunday, October 14, 2007 10:26 AM
Subject: Fantasy

Thanks for the -2 fantasy points, shitstain.

Reader Stephen from Cousins of Ron Mexico forwarded on this last one.

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Clockblocking: A Long-Winded Perspective

10.17.07 Written by Monday Morning Punter

Gamesmanship has boiled over with a new permutation in this, the 2007 campaign of the National Football League. Coaches, who were given the power to call timeouts themselves in 1999, have been doing so during field goal attempts from the other team. Or, more specifically, immediately before the attempt is made, in an attempt to mentally buttfuck the kicker, moments before he steps into the kick that could win the game for his team.

Most people are pretty pissed off about this new artifice, and with good cause. These timeouts, while exercised within the confines of legal play, have taken a bite out of the drama that fans have expected (and, frankly, have deserved) after investing themselves in a close, hard-fought contest, only to see it determined by one physically unimpressive man’s ability to boot a football through a giant Y.

Fucking with the opposing kicker gives your team an edge, but it’s a time-honored tradition that’s been clamped down upon. The old way was to call a timeout right before a kick, dude would call time, then call time again, and if he had another timeout to burn and wasn’t named Mike Holmgren, he would call a third time out. The League passed a rule that outlawed calling consecutive timeouts before a field goal try, so now we have this.

Mike Shanahan is the father of this bastard practice, which oozed from his pock-marked womb in Week 2. With Sebastian Janikowski ready to make what would have been a game-winning FG in OT, Shanahan figuratively inserted his penis into Janikowski’s mind by calling time almost immediately before the snap. The play was not whistled down before the snap, or Janikowski’s money kick. The Raiders stormed the field, and it was like, “Hey, guess what, assholes. That kick didn’t count. Get back over there and do it again.” Janikowski re-kicked and missed, and the Broncos drove down the field, where the Dreamcrusher Jason Elam hit a lob wedge for a 23-yarder of his own. The Raiders, only minutes after watching what almost everyone thought was the game-winning field goal, were defeated.

Clockblocked.

Word of Shanahan’s ploy spread like a great case of herpes and has been implemented by other teams. Raiders head coach Lane Kiffin paid that shit forward the following week when he clockblocked a successful FG from Browns K Matt Stover Phil Dawson, whose second, historically significant attempt was blocked.

The most notable clockblock may have been in last Monday night’s game featured a futile cockblock permutation from Bills head coach Dick Jauron, where Dallas kicker/metal fan Nick Folk fucked Dick by sandwiching his timeout between nearly identical 53-yard tries, the latter sealing the game for the Cowboys. Along with than Janikowski’s make-miss, Stover’s make-block, and Folk’s make-make, we might be overlooking one or two [EDIT: We were, Gostkowski's miss-make last season against the Bears (thx Kevin)].

Even that little blond-headed turd in the United Way commercial with Michael Strahan can agree that clockblocking is (a) perfectly legal,(b) a proven strategy, and (c) has the potential to kill the excitement of a last-second finish, as it did in last Monday night’s affair. While there may be a consensus that the team’s use of timeouts need be restricted.

It’s worth noting that the clockblock, as best as I can ascertain, is the second available stratagem in the history of the League that the head coach executes independently. The coach doesn’t have his players call the timeout; he calls the timeout himself, as has been his privilege since given in 1999, an extension in power coinciding with the coach first-available independent stratagem: challenging certain rulings on the field via instant replay.

A team’s decision to challenge a play is a coordinated effort, and a technology-intensive one. The League acknowledged this when it initialized this system of appeals-based oversight of its officiating. It was unique (to the NFL) in that the system was operated by the teams themselves, not the League (this current incarnation of replay is similar to what the old USFL implemented in its 1985 season).

With this system, a team’s window to challenge the previous ruling before the next play is quite finite, and the League made the concession to expedite that process by permitting the head coach (instead of the now designated captain, who is responsible for all other team communication with on-field officials) to deliver the appeal to the referee. Few can find fault with this decision.

But consider: during the last two minutes of each half, many of the game’s rules change, some dramatically. Fumbles cannot be advanced by the offense, for example. A player’s injury that causes a stoppage of play can cost his team a timeout. And, more significantly, head coaches lose the privilege of challenging decisions by the officials, as that responsibility of oversight is shifted to League personnel, similar to the League’s former replay system that was discontinued after the 1992 season).

So inside these last two minutes, the time we’re most likely to see a game-deciding kick (duh), the head coach is bereft of the one privilege unique to his position that would warrant his stoppage of the game. Logic suggests that he be stripped of that privilege entirely. Today, the boss has the unique right to stop the game inside of two minutes, where these games are scheduled for climax, but not the unique need. Repairing that inconsistency by removing that coach’s privilege would be a start.

But now, you say, why would a defender not assume command for performing the same clockblock? There are differences here. Foremost; this guarantees that if the defending team would call timeout, they would do so ON THE FIELD, in full view of the teams, fans, and cameras. We would see the stoppage for ourselves, instead of hearing about it from the referee and watching what all of us would think was the deciding play.

Secondly, it’s within the defensive team’s right to call timeout, and should remain so. What if they only have ten men on the field, for example? Shouldn’t a team be afforded every opportunity to defend a play where scoring is a near-certainty, as they are afforded on every other play? Besides, I would almost guarantee that almost no coach in the League would leave the nanosecond-measurement of a cockblock to one of his players. Conversely, tying the ability to call time with the play clock puts an unnecessary strain on the offense (not to mention the officiating–the only thing worse than a timeout in that spot would be a review to see if dude’s hands made that little T in time), as they may spend the first 30 seconds after the last play waiting for a timeout that may come, or may not.

But, most importantly, there must remain, to a serviceable degree, a valid means of fucking with the other team. The League has been legislating benefits for the field goal unit for some time. Teams are no longer able to call consecutive time-outs before a field-goal attempt. Nor can they line a player over the long-snapper. Nor can they flinch to draw an opponent offside. We could probably go on.

These games, after all, are competitions, and one could argue that too much is legislated to ensure that the cameras and the fans see points on the board. Yeah, it’s annoying to see someone try to kick a game-winner twice, but we don’t need to tweak the shit out of everything to fix that for 2008 (not that I’m certain that the fuck-the-defense mentality of the Competition Committee won’t do it anyway, assuming they could get the 3/4 vote). But, literally, at the end of the game, victory does and should still depend on performing in the clutch, and it is at that point that physically unimpressive men still need to conquer the giant Ys to earn their keep.

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