This picture has absolutely nothing to do with Miami, but looks awesome.Let's be clear: it hasn't been a good year for fans of The U. Even if they could tolerate the pedestrian tales of rebuilding (or worse, statements that Kirby Freeman would be allowed on campus again), things weren't right. Reality had been catching up to the romantic notion that the Orange Bowl, that decrepit, beautiful bastion of filth, would last forever.
It turns out that deals were in place that dictated otherwise, and the Orange Bowl was condemned to a quiet, unceremonious demolition.
Funny how it didn't work like that.
Indeed, as crews allegedly worked on deconstructing the old stadium on Monday evening, it burst into flames. Sure, careless workers were blamed for leaving flammable materials out, and sure, the flame was quicky isolated and extinguished. Whatever. We know better. Sure, the Orange Bowl may burn, but it burns on its own terms, damn it.
In other words, this is the ultimate dignity, a stadium igniting itself in lieu of an emasculating, intolerable demolition process. The OB doesn't go out like that, and you're a stupid [unprintable] for thinking otherwise. Cock your head like a confused German Shepherd if you must, but ask a single Canes fan about the fire, and they'll just nod knowingly. The Orange Bowl would rather burn than host baseball, and if given the opportunity, you'd choose the same. Next time, local crews should give the football gods their proper dues and let the OB burn away. If a stadium could talk, it would thank them.
I'm not proud of some of the crap I've complained about to my parents; if memory serves correctly, most of revolved around video games (and lack thereof) and attendance of Jewish high holidays. But my folks had pretty normal childhoods and such and such, so you know- they rolled with it I suppose. So yeah, I wouldn't have lasted a second in
If you wandered over to the various recruiting sites on signing day you probably noticed big banners proclaiming Alabama's return to power via the nation's
More adventures in iffy scheduling. As for the culprit, where else but a school down south lightening the load.
Here's hoping your school isn't using whiskey as mouthwash thinking about who it woke up next to this morning
Rarely have the excesses of recruiting ever been so on display as during the recruitment of linebacker
Time for some real talk; every now and again, after a hard day in the salt mines I catch myself with my slippers on, snifter of brandy in hand, thinking about the 2005 and 2006 Miami Hurricanes. And I just zone out on the vibes. What good times we all had! The on-field brawls, the almost on-field brawls, the rich tradition of winning the Humanitarian Bowl. And considering his impact on the
Miami's offense has been garbage bag the last couple of seasons under the stewardship of Brock Berlin and Kyle Wright and (to a lesser extent) Kirby Freeman, but at the very least, you could always bring out the ol' "well, their defense is as good as ever" canard. At least until this year; when you field a D with two future 1st-round picks and you still let Oklahoma drop 51 on you, that's cause for concern. When you let Virginia drop 44 on you, you might want to think about the future in more immediate terms. When it happens in the Orange Bowl's last game ever, well, UPS is hirin'.
The biggest curiosity about the 2006 draft might not have been the fact that Reggie Bush was bypassed for Mario Williams, but the fact that NC State managed to come up with three first round draft picks despite going 7-5. That's what Chuck Amato will get ya, I suppose. Well, in another case of "monster recruiter, questionable game coach," we've got Randy Shannon, whose 5-7 Miami Hurricanes will likely produce two first round draft picks in 2008, safety Kenny Phillips and now 