And I don’t even like Cam Newton

Let’s hear the tale of two stories, that took place on Sunday, when the Green Bay Packers visited the Carolina Panthers.  Ultimately, the Panthers would defeat the Packers 37-29, to remain undefeated (8-0) and hand the Pack their second straight loss (6-2).  But scores and records are irrelevant, and are mostly written as a means to make my post look beefier than it is.

Anyway, the first story is about how a group of Packer fans from North Carolina brought a massive sign stating their fandom into Bank of America Stadium; the home of the Panthers, and raised a stink when Cam Newton came by and confiscated the sign, and when attempting to get it back later, was informed that it had “been destroyed.”

The “North Carolina Cheeseheads” did a whole lot of bitching, claimed that the sign cost “around $500” to produce, and ultimately the Panthers organization caved and is supposedly going to replace the banner.

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Have you ever tried to repair a broken window??

So in this Chase Bank commercial, Drew Brees’s son kicks a football in the yard; but because he’s the son of Breesus, it’s implied that he has some genetic football talent passed down onto him despite the fact that his dad is a quarterback and not a Gramatica.  That being said, the ball goes sailing at a high velocity, to such a magnitude it breaks through several houses walls and windows, much to the chagrin of Drew Brees himself.  Bewildered neighbors stare at the carnage caused by the lead food of Brees Jr.

But no problem, because Drew Brees is an NFL quarterback, Drew Brees is rich as shit.  And thanks to his handy new Chase banking app, he’s able to parlay chunks of his shit-rich to his various neighbors whose homes have incurred damage at the leg of Junior.

I’d like to point out the part where Drew Brees wires $200 to one of his neighbors for a broken window.  Because I am currently dealing with a similar situation currently, however I cannot say that a young place-kicking prodigy kicked a football through my window.  No, it was just a freak accident involving my landscaper, a mower, and an errant stone in my yard that went sailing into my glass, shattering it.  It is not a big deal at all, considering it technically happened last year, and I’ve just been too lazy to deal with it until more recently.

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The logos of the SEC, unbiased

I read this article recently, where a publishing company that produces a ton of annual sporting magazines decided to rank the logos of the SEC. Out of paranoia of sounding like they were full of shit, they turned the reigns over to their in-house graphic designer to compile the list, full of artistic rhetoric and extraneous words to justify ultimately what is a subjective list.

The thing is, the graphic designer went to Ole Miss, and the publication is based out of Tennessee. Both locations are homes to SEC schools, and right then and there, I have no choice but to discount the entire list as garbage due to bias, especially when Tennessee is given the top spot with weak justification; seriously, curled interior angles plus creamsicle orange makes it the best?

So, since I am an ACC guy, don’t really have any vested interest in any SEC football programs, save for the fact that the mythical girlfriend is a South Carolina girl, I think I’m just a little bit more qualified to rank the logos of the SEC. Yes it’s still ultimately a subjective list, but F off, I need something to write about.

From worst to best:

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It’s really going to happen

I just learned: Reigning National Champions Ohio State will open their season against Virginia Tech – the only team to defeat them in the 2014 season

Oh shit, it’s really going to happen.  This kind of scheduling is straight WWE: new world champions immediately want to rectify one of their most embarrassing defeats, given the opportunity to do such as means to start the following season.

Let’s be real here, Virginia Tech, as much as they’re my team, doesn’t stand much of a chance against Ohio State, whom is already ranked number one, heading into the 2015 season.  But the thing is, Tech really has nothing to lose here, except for the fact that they’re playing at home.

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Another Sisyphus’ boulder analogy

I use that analogy quite a bit, don’t I? Perhaps I’m drawn to scenarios in which they seem like insurmountable endeavors, to which makes it so easy for me to make the metaphor as often as I think I’m doing.

Regardless, Dan Cathy, the CEO of Chic-Fil-A has concerns about what’s going to happen when the new Falcons stadium opens in the near future, when the Goodyear blimp is shooting aerial coverage, and reveals to everyone watching that Atlanta is a pretty divided city:

“The horror that I think of is when the Goodyear blimp is flying over the new stadium with Atlanta’s beautiful skyline in the background,” Cathy said. “And then the blimp shows the area on the other side of the stadium and it looks like a scene out of Baghdad.”

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Fewer things make me happier than this

I love seeing photos of dejected fans.  It almost doesn’t matter what sport it is, as long as there is disappointment, sometimes tears, and people being miserable, it makes me happy, as the sadistic, misery-seeking societal troll I can sometimes be.

This time however, is doubly good, because it’s Seahawks fans being mopey and miserable, pretty much under the perfect storm of circumstances in which this could possibly be the end result: victory all but inevitable, with the Seahawks two yards away from the game-winning touchdown, only seconds after a miracle of a catch, guaranteed to be immortalized in championship packages for decades if and when they completed the comeback victory, only to watch it all vanish in the blink of an eye as a result of what’s being already hailed as the worst play call in history when the Patriots intercepted the ball and sealed the game.

Seriously, the Seachickens had four downs to gain a half yard, 18 inches, while having the current best running back in the game who also happens to be an impending free agent, which means he would have guaranteed gotten into the end zone on at least four attempts, and the Seachickens and their legions of bandwagon fans would have been able to boast about being repeat Super Bowl champions.

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