My imagination raced.
Could the saintly Tim Tebow have posed nude for someone back in his Gainesville days? Despite the absolute unlikelihood of that happening, such a photo would only have added to the slew of improprieties attributed to Urban Meyer’s Florida Gators of yesteryear.
So why all the uproar? We recently clamored about Kim Kardashian posing nude… again… as if she’s ever been photographed with clothes ON! What sort of photo of Tim Tebow doing anything other than being a squeaky clean, good guy would make the world implode?
Uh… so what?
I know we still fail to recognize and respect the different races, religions, creeds and genders that comprise this country but what’s wrong with Tebow leading his co-workers in a little pre-shift prayer. I’m a non-Catholic and I’m not offended. Why should anyone else be? We have entire channels dedicated to organized religion. A guy can’t mix in a little baruch atah before a broadcast?
Say what you will about Tebow, he’s never been overly preachy when it comes to religion. Sure, his pro-life Super Bowl commercial a few years back was about as ill-advised as LeBron’s “Decision” but I can’t fault the guy for subscribing to a faith when so few of us actually do.
I went to the University of Florida and I never saw Super TIm walking door to door, handing out Jesus pamphlets or actively recruiting new church members. He was just running over people and winning championships.
So let’s cut the guy some slack… that is, until those nudies finally come out.
Here’s the problem. Roger Goodell doesn’t like that either.
A lot has been made lately of the Commissioner serving as judge, jury and executioner of his own league… and rightfully so.
Not too many people have Ray Rice’s or Adrian Peterson’s back. That would be hard to justify. But in both cases, Goodell and his masked band of Judge Dredds suspended both players with no precedent. Thank you, Players Union, for surrendering every player’s last right.
Ray Rice went from being suspended from two games to six games to indefinitely. Peterson’s suspension went from indefinite to the end of the year. Furthermore, in the Peterson case, Goodell made it unclear which of the running back’s sins was more egregious, beating his son or showing no remorse for it.
And now Lynch, another running back, who has nowhere near the criminal issues of Rice or Peterson has been fined $100,000 simply for not making himself available to the media enough so that Richard Sherman and a cardboard cutout of Doug Baldwin poked fun at the fine and the hypocrisy of the league in a recent press conference. Expect… further… fines.
We all know Lynch doesn’t say much. We also know that the league demands its players make themselves accessible. Lynch does not, hence the penalty.
I guess, like Marshawn, Commissioner Goodell is all about that business and there’s nothing the players can do about it but poke a little fun and reach a little further into their wallets.
What’s up with the lack of respect the Florida State Seminoles are getting?
Seriously, they’re the only undefeated team in the nation and they’re ranked second and third in the latest college football playoff system? Never before have losses counted so much… and wins counted so little.
I get that they play in a conference which features about one-and-a-half good football players per team. I get that other team’s schedules are more difficult. I get that other team’s losses are more impressive than Florida State’s wins (does that even make any sense?)
But none of that changes the fact that the Florida State Seminoles have won 27 straight games. So what if they are doing so by eking out wins over Miami, Louisville and Boston College. They’re still winning. Years ago, the Florida Gators won a national championship. That team was loaded but they also weren’t blowing out their opponents. They were just winning and kept doing so until their very last contest. They still won their national championship.
I hate the Florida State Seminoles as much as any respectable human being with any sort of decency or common sense but that doesn’t change the fact that them being unworthy of one of the final four spots (which some have actually suggested) is ludicrous.
As in the BCS days, let’s allow the season to play out and when FSU finally does make the post-season, we’ll see how they fare against the likes of the one-loss, power conference teams. Only then will we know how good or bad this Jameis Winston-led Seminole team really is.
This conversation originated across the bar, as many good conversations do, when a few customers and I were discussing how the Rays and Bucs (shitty teams) can’t draw fans but the Lightning (a good team) does.
Seriously, why would anyone in their right mind pay a premium price for tickets to see a lousy product knowing that when they buy a cocktail at the stadium, the need to drink prevalent, they feel like they’re leaving their first born as payment.
Earlier this season, some friends and I went to a hockey game and paid $100 for four under-poured shots of whiskey and four beers. A hundred bucks! That’s highway robbery with a side of inflation. It’s no wonder the baseball team across the bridge can’t attract fans.
If sports teams really want to bring fans in, feature a cheap liquor night or at least charge prices according to the team’s record. Rays drawing only 10,000 fans a game? Make it dollar beer night and I guarantee you’ll pack that place. Marlins can’t draw either? Make it buy one get one mojito night and you’ll make a mint in no time. (See what I did there?)
Seriously, imagine suffering the embarrassment of being a Jaguars fan. (There are still Jaguars fans, right?) Why should the world’s last remaining Jaguar fan be asked to spend $15 on a beer when his team looks like they’ve been drinking beer themselves?
I hereby propose that no professional sports team with a losing record should be allowed to mark up undrinkable Bud Light by 800% when they themselves are unwatchable. I’m not suggesting they don’t turn a profit. I’m just saying lower their profit margin and counteract that with higher volume.
Liquor prices should coincide with a team’s win-loss record. Then at least watching the misery of your crappy team will ease the pain of having them rack up another ‘L.’ Sure, this increased consumption of liquor might lead to more incidents so just responsibly monitor how much people are drinking and arrange rides home for those who choose to engage in said gluttony.
It’s better than having an empty stadium.
Speaking of ill-fated attempts to attract fans into the stadium, the Miami Marlins just awarded their young superstar with the largest contract in baseball history. Giancarlo Stanton is the face of their franchise, having just celebrated a $13-year, $325 million contract….and a 25th birthday.
Welcome to the lifestyles of the rich and famous, kiddo.
After the long-term deals of Alex Rodriguez and Albert Pujols turned out to be busts, I honestly thought we wouldn’t see another contract like this for some time. Thirteen years? That’s longer than most marriages. Now the Marlins are wed to Stanton for what should be his entire career. ‘Til irrelevancy do you part.
Of course the contract is back-loaded which means if things don’t work out, this will be a tough contract to move.
I can’t help but wonder whether Stanton will be enough to pack Marlins Park, a stadium that draws fewer fans annually than Tropicana Field.
More power to Stanton who was photographed shortly thereafter holding a magnum of $20,000 champagne. Heck, that’s normal price for stuff in South Florida.
What sort of money do the Marlins have that they can afford to pay one player so much but the rest not? Haven’t they been paying attention to professional sports these days? What franchise has won anything lately with such a lop-sided payroll?
In a cap-less league, it’s easy to make mistakes. The Marlins and their fans are hoping this isn’t one of them. Stanton may very well finish out that contract with the Marlins. The only question is whether they’ll still be playing in Miami when he does.
And so the Muschamp Era in Gainesville has come to an end. The school and its future ex-coach came to a mutual agreement that Coach Boom would not return in 2015. I’d almost feel sorry for the guy if he hadn’t singlehandedly made my alma mater’s football program woefully irrelevant.
And so the search for a successor continues with big shoes to fill. Some coaching candidates, Rich Rodriguez, Bob Stoops, Steve Spurrier, Dan Mullen, etc. have already expressed their disinterest in this position. And why wouldn’t they?
Former Gator and current ESPN analyst, Jesse Palmer, once said of playing quarterback at the University of Florida that he felt more pressure to succeed there than he ever did playing in the NFL. I can’t imagine coaching there would be any different.
Numerous names will surface and the pressure to make the right choice resides heavily on AD Jeremy Foley’s shoulders. Florida’s talent cupboard is not nearly as bare as it was when Urban Meyer left some years ago meaning whoever replaces Muschamp should be able to hit the ground running.
Until that time, Gator fans will have to temper their expectations and cross their fingers that their next head coach doesn’t do any worse than his predecessor.