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So yeah…we’ve been neglectful…we feel bad about it, we really do. After all, we have one of the greatest schedules ever devised by a college student, providing plenty of free time to write. So sorry about that, we’ll try harder, we swear.
Anyway, a recap: read more…
And with one swift move Chad Johnson Ocho Cinco officially becomes the most brilliant man the NFL has ever seen. No, that is not a joke. According to reports the wideout formerly known as Johnson has officially gotten his last name changed to Ocho Cinco, meaning this is how his jersey will look every week, start to finish, and there is nothing Goodell can do about it.
Awesome, just freaking awesome.
I first heard about this remarkable young man several months ago thanks to Deadspin, and I gotta admit I got a little teary eyed reading about him. The fact that he is a kid my age, facing what he did with the poise, grace, and good humor that he did, and the way he used his condition to inspire others truly gives me hope for my generation.
Well, he passed away last night. The world has lost a great young man. He inspired and touched so many lives, even of people he never met, even the usually cynical and sarcastic commenters at Deadspin are showing their respect and admiration for John.
A truly remarkable young man, Rest In Peace John Challis.
Finally witnessed a Houston Astros win live today! For the first time in over a dozen tries spread between spring training and the regular season in the last seven years I was on hand in the stadium to watch the Astros win a baseball game. The game was a 5-2 victory over Milwaukee in Miller Park that featured a 2-run triple from Michael “Don’t Call Me Jason” Bourn and a 3-run homer from Geoff Blum. It also featured a rather inebriated gentleman in the seat next to mine chastising me for in-game texting and the fan in front of me telling me I was “clapping a few innings late” after Blum’s homer. The win moved Brian Moehler to 9-4 and dropped Ben Sheets to 11-7.
Oh! And The Fonz was there! Henry Winkler, beloved equally (around here anyway) for playing both Fonzie and lawyer Barry Zuckerkorn on Arrested Development, was in town for the unveiling of a bronze Fonzie statue in Milwaukee. Joining Winkler were many of his Happy Days collegues, including Mr. and Mrs. Cunningham! The pregame ceremonies featured the introduction of everyone on hand from the show, a speech from Winkler, a video message from Ron Howard from the set of Angels and Demons (which we are anxiously awaiting, by the way), Potsie singing the national anthem, and Winkler throwing out the first pitch. All in all, it was pretty darn cool.
And something struck me as I wandered to Miller Park concourse during the bottom of the seventh: the sound of booing is absolutely gorgeous if you are a visiting fan. There was a close play which resulted in Gabe Kapler being called out at first that set off a cacophony of boos and complaints from the multitude of Brewer fans.
Without even seeing the play I started to smile. It was a smile that stayed with me right until the end, when Jose Valverde became the first Astros closer I’d seen live, and he did his thing, ending the game in a great victory for Houston.
We here at Ten Cent Head are big fans of many of our fellow internet bloggers and their work, but our far and away favorite is Deadspin. We don’t have a commenting account yet, haven’t really tried, but we do spend quite a bit of time there on a daily basis, and one comparison made repeatedly by posters and commenters gave us the idea for this post.
It is with much pride that we present a Ten Cent Head Investigative Report: Mannings=Bluths?
For those unfamiliar with one or both of the above mentioned families we provide a little background information: The Mannings are considered the first family of football, boasting Archie Manning as the patriarch, wife Olivia, and sons Cooper, Peyton, and Eli. Both Peyton and Eli have won Super Bowls, also both receiving Super Bowl MVP awards. The Bluths are the fictitious family at the center of the acclaimed television series Arrested Development. It features George Bluth, Sr., Lucille, sons George Oscar (GOB), Michael, and Buster, and daughter Lindsay. The premise of the show involves George Sr. being arrested for shady dealings involving the family’s company, and Michael’s attempts at keeping everything together. Really, a fantastic show.
Anyway, it would appear after some investigation that the Mannings may have been part of the inspiration for the Bluth family. The evidence is as follows: read more…
We here at Ten Cent Head (and by we, I mean me) are, like every other red-blooded male in America with a pulse, feverishly awaiting the start of the NFL season. With today’s release of Madden (with the now incredibly odd Brett Favre Packers cover. Don’t worry though, you can print an updated version and slide it right in.) and the start of preseason games we can practically taste it.
And it tastes delicious. Better even than a good turducken.
But still, we do have a few weeks until the real games get underway. So how exactly does one kill that time? A personal favorite of mine (try and keep up with the form changes, they come quick and often) is to keep tabs on the ‘ol watercooler buzz as to who will be the performer at halftime of the Super Bowl. Now, seeing as I work somewhere that has neither a watercooler nor co-workers that care about such shenanigans, this is really more of a solo scouring of the internet for tidbits of information.
And lo and behold: we have rumors! read more…
Well, this isn’t my first crack at this whole blogging thing. I’ve tried in various forms on various sites to come up with a blog I will give the time and attention it deserves. I feel like this is the one. I like the name, the picture, and most importantly of all, I was prompted to start anew by a rather traumatizing experience.
See, I’m an 18 year old resident of the great state of Wisconsin. This makes me a Brett Favre lifer. Ever since I could grasp the concept of football, put a name to what my parents watched religiously every Sunday, Brett Favre has been there. Through two Super Bowl runs (thisclose to a third), three NFL MVP awards, every significant passing record, I saw it all firsthand from a place that worshiped the ground that man walked on.
I’ll admit, I did too, still do. That’s not to say I don’t think he made his fair share of mistakes in this situation, far from it. Neither side played this situation right, and sides were remarkably hard to choose. In the end I firmly believe that while Brett should have gone about his comeback in a far more professional manner, and much sooner, Green Bay should have still given him a shot. As soon as he rescinded his demand to be the immediate starter, as soon as he offered to compete for the job, this should have been over. Every other position in camp is technically up for grabs, but the QB role wasn’t? Seriously?
But no, that was far from the end of it, as, well, everyone knows. This story was inescapable, and if you think it was bad throughout the country, try weathering the storm from inside the state limits of Wisconsin. We got Brett Favre news 28 hours a day, every day. And so it trudged on, this story that refused to go away. I thought we were done once again on Monday, when Brett and Deanna arrived in Green Bay after Roger Goodell reinstated Brett. It looked like the path that should have been taken from square one would be the result by default, and I was just fine with that.
But still, no. We find out that “Brett’s future is not in Green Bay” and he heads back to Mississippi, setting off yet more media frenzy and wild speculation. For a while it seemed like a surefire lock he was going to be a Buccaneer. Chris Mortenson even uttered the phrase “Packaneers” on ESPN. And so we waited, waited for the confirmation. And it never came. As it drew nearer to midnight here in Wisconsin it looked like we’d have at least one more day of waiting for an outcome.
And then it happened.
Reports started surfacing of a trade to the Jets. And then confirmation of those reports. And then it really sunk in. He was gone. Brett Favre would be playing football in a Jets uniform. Suddenly everything seemed wrong, upside-down. I know he’s just a football player, but he’s MY football player. There are those who are going to see this as too much emotion being attached to one player. But please, how often does Brett Favre come along? A player, in the most important role on one of the most storied franchises in the most popular sport in the country, who wins fans over by winning, and enjoying himself as he does it. Along the way he plays through everything, never missing a start for physical or emotional injury. I remember the game after his father died as one of the most surreal, amazing things I’ve ever witnessed. He sets every important passing record, wins more games than anyone else, and does the whole thing with a lovable, goofy kid-grin permanently etched on his face. If watching all that from close-up provided a kind of joyous connection that is impossible to properly put into words.
So now Ted Thompson has had his way, and Brett is gone from Green Bay. The Jets official website has Brett Favre Jets jerseys for sale. I can barely stand to look at them.
They’re the wrong shade of green…
