A lot has been going on lately that blows my mind.
Speaking of blowing a mind, how stupid was Michael Phelps to get caught smoking a bong with a photographer in the room? How high do you have to be to not notice a creepy guy in the corner staring at you the whole time with a Nikon D200 around his neck? When you’re an international superstar, you have to be on your toes every minute of every day; it was a huge disappointment to see a kid who is supposed to be America’s Boy look like an American Idiot. As if the world didn’t already have a terrible view of our spoiled superstar athletes, the one guy we’ve based our pride on in the Olympics ends up being one of the dumbest of them all. At least when other players get arrested, it’s typically not committing a crime in front of a camera. Phelps figured out a way to tarnish one of the only pure idols we have left in our society. What’s next, is Peyton Manning going to get caught on video punching a baby?
Phelps was scheduled to be part of a motivational speaker tour swooping through Sacramento along with former New York Mayor Rudy Guliani, Colin Powell and others. What’s he going to say now? “Don’t do drugs… unless you can swim super fast.”
Apparently, Barry Bonds is in hot water again. His urine sample originally ruled clean in 2004 is being retested and rumored to be positive for steroids. Does this surprise anyone? You’ve got to be a fool to think Bonds is clean. His head grew four sizes, his body another three, and his ego another five. There’s a reason no baseball team wants him. He brings a storm with him wherever he goes. Get ready, it’s about to start raining again, and this time, Bonds may be done for good. Finally.
Super Bowl Blues
I have to comment on the Super Bowl. Despite the Steelers winning another one, which I absolutely was against, at least they did it in another amazing game. Sure, I had to watch the rich man win the lottery, as the Steelers became the franchise with the most Super Bowl wins ever, yawn, but at least the game was one of the more entertaining ones I’ve seen.
Nothing will top the Giants beating the Patriots last year. The story lines surrounding that game were too good: huge underdogs overcome unbeatable team to end New England’s bid at an undefeated season, the amazing catch by Tyree to keep the game alive, the improbable escape on that play and eventual comeback victory led by relatively wet-behind-the-ear quarterback Eli Manning, Eli winning Super Bowl MVP a year after his brother did, and so on. This year’s Super Bowl had none of that. The favored team won. The better team beat up the little guy for most of the game. And Ben Roethlisberger earned a second Super Bowl ring at 26 years old.
No, 37-year-old Kurt Warner couldn’t pull of a miracle win to end an amazing career that once had him bagging groceries instead of playing football. No, the huge underdog Cardinals couldn’t win a Super Bowl in their first appearance in an NFL championship game in over six decades.
But for a moment, the game had that feeling. In the fourth quarter, there was a twinkle, an aura, much like when the Giants did the unthinkable. When the Cardinals not only came back from the dead to get back in the game, but to take the lead with only minutes left, it seemed Cinderella’s slipper might actually fit. But the clock struck twelve with under a minute to play, the Steelers put forth an amazing final drive and the game’s MVP Santonio Holmes made one of the better catches I’ve ever seen from one of the most difficult throws I’ve ever witnessed, in a clutch display of heroism from both players involved.
Watching that was incredible. But the game wasn’t over, and this is where it gets most disappointing. The Cardinals, who proved earlier in the game miracles can happen, were robbed of a final shot. There’s something really exciting about a Hail Mary to decide a game. Rarely does the offense come down with the ball, but when the offense has Larry Fitzgerald on it, the best receiver in the game and someone used to catching jump balls in crowds, there’s always reason to hold your breath. Only we never got to see it! Warner drove his team to midfield with seconds left, then, on a fluke play, was hit while throwing the ball. The refs called it a fumble and the Steelers recovered. Fine, no biggie, let’s go to the replay to get it right for sure. I mean this is a game-deciding call, the refs will surely review it, right? Under two minutes in a game, coaches can’t throw the red flag, so surely the refs will take care of this…
They didn’t. No review followed. And days later, a play that could have dictated the outcome of the game, is not being talked about. That’s a damn shame. That game deserved an ending involving a 50-yard toss by Warner into the end zone, with Fitzgerald going up for the catch. Whether he makes the catch or not wouldn’t matter. If the Steelers knock it down, they deserve the win and I am satisfied. Instead, I feel robbed, and I don’t even play for the Cardinals.
That’s injustice. And that one play ruined the entire Super Bowl.