Quick Hitty Goodness

Thank God that football is getting back in town from vacation.  College media days are in full swing, NFL training camps are underway, and Canadian football is all up in your business. So let the blogging begin.

 

Let's take a look at few of the things that have been able to awaken the football lover in me.

 

Mike Sherman has been saying all the right things so far.  He has conducted himself as a no nonsense guy.  He wants to bring back the Aggie traditions and Aggie pride that many felt Fran never connected to fully.   He is also putting Stevie Mc and Jerrod Johnson square in a good 'ol fashion QB competition. Am I the only one in the world that thinks that Stevie is on a short leash?   I really had been out on Stevie towards the end of the year, but I have a often up on him just a little bit.  He really does leave it all on the field.  Unfortunately his legacy will more than likely be gusty guy, beat t.u. twice and became the guy that single handily got destroyed by Fran.

 

I hate Tim Tebow.  Please tell me what is so great about that guy?  He is the ultimate system quarterback.  Any guy that can run and throw 3 yard dump offs could be a quarterback in Urban Meyer's system.  I can't wait for him to go pro and be Alex Smith.

 

My beloved Cowboys are going to camp Thursday.  Seems like they really never took the summer off.  From Pacman Jones to T.O. saving a dude's life last week, make no doubt about America loves it when the Cowboys have a bunch of unique personalities that can actually play because there is always something to talk about. Wade Phillips didn't want to be left out of the conversation and took a T.O. catch phase even further by telling us to get our ring fingers ready.  I would ask why do people continue say these things?  It is just bad sports karma.  Why get our ring fingers ready?  We already got a banner last year.

 

 

By the way, I have officially fired everyone else on staff at The Malt.  I am taking applications for writers so get your ring fingers ready..to type. 

 

Ok a cool new country (yes, unusual for  me) band I discovered.  You should love this song as much as I do.

My Adventures in Coed Softball

First of all, thank you to the dedicated readers that have stuck with our little blog.  Let's be real honest, the contributors on this blog just don't really care to much about baseball season.  The summers are slow.  We take vacations, we go to the lake, we con our inlaws into doing work around our houses and buying us dinner.  It is just a fact of life. 

Though this fact exists, people are still criticizing me for lack of content.  Very well, point taken.  So at 11:41 p.m. I wonder what I should post here.  Maybe talk about Derrick Rose sitting out a summer league game, Elton Brand burning the Clippers, or Jesse Jackson wanting to cut off Obama's privates.  While relevant, none of these are worthy.  Instead, I care to talk about my night as an overweight recreational co-ed softball league player.

Yes, I am playing softball, in a co-ed league.  From my observation, there are two types of people that play in these leagues.  Those that want to get together with friends, have fun, and get exercise.  Then there are those that believe that in there 30's that they are athletic and want to prove it to the rest of the world. Of course, I fall in the latter description.

So tonight my team was defeated 38-2.  The game was called after 4 innings, but was much closer than the score indicated. I personally went 0-2 at the plate.  Gave up 2 runs and walked 2 pitching, but I did have a 1.000 fielding percentage at first base.

As a finally tuned 5'10" 265 pound athlete, I feel my performance was a disappointment not only to myself, but to my team, my wife,  and the scouts that may actually recruit me to men's D league softball.  I will now dedicate the next week of my life to becoming the perfect softball player.  I will hit, field, throw and run my way to absolute greatness.  I will dedicate myself to the team so that we can be winners next Thursday night.  I will show all everyone that there is an athlete underneath this man's lumpy body ready to become a SportsCenter highlight reel. If that doesn't work out, I guess that I will just go to Chili's after the game again because Happy Hour runs until close.  

So to all my softball friends that gave me grief about the blog, stay hard, keep jammin, and keep you eyes posted on "The Malt" for content so great you will cry.

By the way, here is the next great band that you will love real strong good. (and yes the singer is a girl)

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