I'll start at the beginning. This past summer, Denver hired a new hotshot 32 year old coach. His first move was to try to trade his franchise quarterback, fail, piss off said quarterback, and then trade him. He also almost ended up trading the NFL's most beastly receiver but thankfully failed. I battened down the hatches for a crappy season of rebuilding. Well, surprise surprise, but what should Denver do but run off 6 wins in a row to start the season. I began to think they were an actual decent football team. I was wrong again. 2 wins and 8 losses later, the Broncos have done something that has only happened 3 times before-started 6-0 and missed the playoffs. Yeah, sometimes it sucks to be a Broncos fan.
To make matters worse, Cuse basketball lost. My rock, the team who would always succeed, my "Lean On Me" team for when my other teams are not strong. Doneskies. No more undefeated record. All because of 1-13 from beyond the arc. And poor officiating. And two guys on Pitt who couldn't miss a three. Ever. But besides that, we played pretty well. Oh well, we got Memphis tomorrow...today? and we'll get back on track. But, at least I got the one item I have been questing after since the beginning of last year's bball season (kind of). My Holy Grail (kind of). My golden fleece (kind of). A Kris Joseph #32 Syracuse basketball jersey (kind of)! Actually, it's a t-shirt, but I am wicked pumped nonetheless.
Ok, no more goofing around. Time to talk about Snakes on a Plane. I watched it for the first time this weekend. Probably one of the worst movies ever created. Let's take a look at the plot. A guy decides there's someone on the plane who he needs dead. So, he takes the most convoluted route to it that could possibly be taken. First, smuggle a bunch of snakes onto a plane. Next, a timer that will release the snakes. And third, commandeer the leis on the plane, spray them with pheremones and let the air circulators do the rest. Then, wait for results. Or, he could have done the following as an equally inefficient way of taking down the plane.
- Steal an Intercontinental Ballistic Missile, shoot it at a satelite, make the satelite crash into the plane
- Inject a stewardess with swine flu, have her infect the guy, wait until he's in bed drinking gingerale, then drop a piano on him
- Have the person next to him offer him a cigarette , hook him on smoking, and wait until he dies of lung cancer
- Wait until humans create robots and time travel, send a killer robot back in time to kill his mom before he's born, if that doesn't work, keep sending more advanced models after him until it succeeds (did someone already try that?)
Well, here's to a better week coming at us. Only a week and a half at home then back to school. Hopefully by then I'll be back in my groove then and my blog'll be back to its normal awesome self. Woo!
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