Today, the Dodgers and Angels won. Usually when that happens, the Long Beach Armada will lose. And they did. I didn’t know what the score was, but I don’t even want to know. One more victory, and the Chico Outlaws will get the title...and I expect Darrell Evans to be fired as manager, as soon as it can be done
This is the type of slump that teams with losing records in the majors would shake their heads at.
Actually, there will be two coaches that will be gone. Los Angeles Galaxy manager Frank Yallop will be sacked very soon. It’s only a matter of when it will be official. The Galaxy lost in the SuperLiga final to Pachuca, 4-3 on penalties. Coupled with the LA Riptide falling to Philadelphia (god, I hate that city now) in the MLL Championship Game, it’s been a living hell for Los Angeles this week, save for the Halos.
Meanwhile, as the college football season starts, the United States and Argentina will meet in the final round of pool play. Up to this point, the USA have been crushing their opponents, but they could (finally) face a stiff challenge from Argentina. They may not have Manu Ginobili, Fabricio Oberto, or Andres Nocioni, but the fact that they are also undefeated up to this point (rallying against Brazil) means that unless they do the predicatable the past several games and roll over, the USA will finally get to measure itself. Argentina won the gold medal in men’s basketball at Athens in 2004. Three more wins for Coach K’s crew, and the wheels are set for the mythical Dream Team IV.
On Saturday, a day after watching the convocation on campus, I will go ahead and get ready to renew my coverage of the Mission Football Conference. There are five teams I have yet to preview, so I am going to work around the clock to get that done.
I feel like singing a song right now. This is one I made up out of pure closed-space boredom.
Bright lights city gonna set the nets,
gonna set the nets of fire.
There’s a couple of Beijing 08’ berths on the line
to keep the stakes up high.
There’s thousands of spectators waiting out there.
And they’re all watching, the bookie may care.
And I’m just a bookie with money to spare, so
FIBA Las Vegas. FIBA Las Vegas.
Now I wish that there were more
than forty minutes in a game,
but even if there were another four and four,
I wouldn’t hang my head in shame.
There’s Deron, Anthony, Chandler, and Kidd on the wheel.
Howard, Amare, Prince and Redd keeping it real.
Miller and Chauncey Billups making blocks, boards and steals.
FIBA Las Vegas. FIBA Las Vegas.
FIBA Las Vegas, with your qualification
and the entire nation watching
all those jumpers getting drained.
FIBA Las Vegas, Kobe bringing the Showtime,
King James bringing it on primetime.
If they win it once, they’re going to win again and again.
I’m gonna go on a run, I’m gonna have me some fun
even if it costs me some NBA dimes.
And when I get that gold medal, then I’ll always remember
that I had a swing of a time.
I’m gonna give it everything I got.
Coach Krzyzewski, please, let my dunks stay hot.
3-pointers and free throws made on every shot. Swish!
FIBA Las Vegas,
FIBA Las Vegas,
FIBA Las Vegas,
FIBA, FIBA, Las Vegas!
Yeah!
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