caution: sports talk ahead It

caution: sports talk ahead

It went from bad to worse in the blink of an eye.
I was raised in Spartan Country. My parents are both (now semi-retired) professors at Michigan State. I grew up spending every other fall Saturday tailgating with my Grandparents outside Spartan Stadium. While I did not graduate from Michigan State (I chose art over academics) I have stickers and sweatshirts and caps and THE FLAG. The missus kids me about the flag, but a few times she's surprised me by secretly raising it on random Saturday mornings. My blood runs green folks.

Two words for the Michigan State University football season: TRAIN WRECK. While we had a smashing start, everything quickly went to hell in a hand basket and we became the laughing stock of the Big 10. Ah, reminds me of the old Northwestern University days, but at least those guys were smart.

We started out with great potential. We crushed our first two opponents (okay so they were not tough teams, duh, Eastern Michigan and Rice? But it did plant seeds of hope and aspiration). These were quickly followed by two stunning losses, UCLA and Notre Dame - followed by more losses - and then it all quickly spiraled out of control. Our quarterback, Jeff Smoker (insert joke here) is suspended for drugs and checks himself into rehab. A week later, Dawan Moss, our star tailback is arrested for drunk driving and thrown in jail for dragging a cop 20 feet with his car. Then, the powers that be fired our coach, Bobby Williams (one of only 4 African American football coaches in the NCAA) for the obvious lack of control he had over the team. Race cards are played, rumors fly... It's not pretty. And now the cherry on top. A fitting 63-7 loss to Penn State in our final game yesterday. The worse loss in MSU history since 1922. And a 4-8 record for the season. For shame.

Thank God it's over. Regroup the troops people! Time for B-Ball and the road to the Final Four. I know Tom Izzo has his boys under control. I wouldn't fuck with the Iz-man kids. He'll kick your ass.

Today it's all about me and my DirecTV NFL Sunday Ticket. I'm going to lay around in my sweatpants, eat chips, drink beer and watch the professionals get the job done.