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College Football Awards, Week 7 (2024) October 14, 2024

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COACHES
Wish I were himSteve Sarkesian, Texas

Honorable mention:  Dan Lanning, Oregon

Glad I’m not him: Brent Venables

Ditto:  Ryan Day, Ohio State

Lucky guy: Bret Bielema, Illinois

Poor guy: Ryan Walters, Purdue

Desperately seeking a wake-up call: Kyle Whittingham, Utah

Desperately seeking a P.R. man: Kenny Dillingham, Arizona State

Desperately seeking sunglasses and a fake beard: Jedd Fisch, Washington

Desperately seeking … anything:  Trent Dilfer, UAB

TEAMS
Thought you’d kick butt, you did: Army (defeated UAB 44-10)

Thought you’d kick butt, you didn’t: Georgia (defeated Mississippi State 41-31)
Thought you’d get your butt kicked, you did: UMass (lost to No. 25 Missouri 45-3)

Thought you’d get your butt kicked, you didn’t:  Purdue (lost to No. 23 Illinois 50-49)

Thought you wouldn’t kick butt, you did:  Iowa (defeated Washington 40-16)

Dang, they’re good: Texas
Dang, they’re bad:  UMass

Can’t Stand Prosperity:  Utah

Did the season start?  Washington
Can the season end?  UTEP

Can the season never end? Oregon

GAMES
Play this again:  No. 3 Oregon 32, No. 2 Ohio State 31

Play these again, too:  No. 8 Tennessee 23, Florida 17

                                      No. 4 Penn State 33, USC 30

                                      No. 7 Alabama 27, South Carolina 25

                                      No. 13 LSU 29, No. 9 Ole Miss 26

Never play this again: No. 11 Notre Dame 49, Stanford 7

What?  Arizona State 27, No. 16 Utah 19

HuhIowa 40, Washington 16

Are you kidding me??  No. 13 LSU 29, No. 9 Ole Miss 26

Oh – my – GodNo. 3 Oregon 32, No. 2 Ohio State 31

NEXT WEEK

rankings are current AP (week 8)
Ticket to die for:  No. 5 Georgia @ No. 1 Texas

Best non-Power Four vs. Power Four  matchup: Wake Forest @ UConn

Best non-Power Four matchup: UNLV @ Oregon State

Upset alert: No. 11 Notre Dame @ Georgia Tech

Must win: No. 7 Alabama @ No. 11 Tennessee

Offensive explosion: New Mexico @ Utah State

Defensive struggle: UCLA @ Rutgers

Great game no one is talking about: Nebraska @ No. 16 Indiana

Intriguing coaching matchup:  Josh Heupel of Tennessee vs Kalen DeBoer of Alabama

Honorable mention:  Jeff Brohm of Louisville vs Mario Cristobal of Miami

Who’s bringing the body bags? No. 2 Oregon @ Purdue

Why are they playing?  Ball State @ Vanderbilt

Plenty of good seats remaining: Kennesaw State @ Middle Tennessee

They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?  Wyoming @ San Jose State

Week 7 Thoughts:

We said, on this blog, that this week was going to be grand.  Not to be self-congratulatory in the least, but we were more right than we realized.

This week was one of the most epic for college football in ages.  To wit:

Friday evening started the weekend off interestingly, delivering an upset of No. 16 Utah at the hands of unranked Arizona State.  Lesson learned:  take the Sun Devils lightly at one’s own peril.

South Carolina, battered by Ole Miss the week prior, came off the mat to threaten Alabama within an inch of its life, taking the Crimson Tide down to the wire and losing only 27-25.  Had the Gamecocks not botched a two-point conversion attempt, it is unlikely that Bama could have escaped intact.

Texas avenged its unexpected loss from last year, trouncing Oklahoma gradually over the course of 60 minutes of play, triumphing most convincingly 34-3.  The Sooners’ only three points came early in the first quarter before the Longhorns’ defense and offense settled into their respective rhythms.  In the process of this most ripping victory, Texas has, for now, vindicated its current standing as the No. 1 team in the nation.

Even the lesser-regarded teams got in on the act and delivered incredible games in their own right.  Cal ventured across the country to Pittsburgh, and gave a valiant effort, only losing 17-15 to the No. 22 Panthers.  Despite the loss, I am left convinced that Justin Wilcox is the best coach nobody has heard of.

Iowa decided to find this new thing called an offense, and blew out an unsuspecting Washington squad at home, 40-16.  This blew more than a few minds, given that the Hawkeyes have been in more than a few defensive struggles as of late.

Purdue, earning its reputation as a punching bag, what with its hitherto dismal performances, suddenly found an offense as well.  The timing was perfect, since the Boilermakers have become Illinois’ nemesis or sort in recent years.  The Boilers took the 23rd-ranked Illini into overtime before coming up short in an expected thriller, 50-49.

Louisville, having had something of a “Virginia problem” as of late, likewise rebounded after a tough loss to SMU and picked up the win on the road, in comeback fashion, no less.

Penn State ventured out to Los Angeles to take on USC in the Coliseum.  The legendary venue showed up beautifully on TV, what with a packed house creating a “sea of cardinal”; the east stands decked out in full Trojans banner-regalia; the 4th quarter tradition of the lighting of the Olympic torch; it all blended together as a symphonic feast for the eyes.  Better yet, the game surpassed the outward aesthetics.  The Trojans came through on big plays to maintain a lead most of the game.  But the Nittany Lions are nothing if not tenacious, gnawing away at the opposition throughout regulation, waiting to capitalize on the inevitable mistake.  Penn State’s comeback was enough to take the game into OT, where they won by a field goal.  On a grander scale, such a thriller of a game personified the amazing potential of new conference matchups made possible by the recent west coast additions to the B1G.  Yes, it still feels like we’re in the Twilight Zone with the Big Ten having expanded this way, but such games make question whether being in such a “Zone” is so bad after all.

All these games listed, and we still have yet to note the night game thrillers!

To start off that segment, Tennessee finally got a major money off its back by defeating Florida in a close one, 23-17.  Pundits have speculated on the inconsistent offensive output on the Volunteers’ part since they beat Oklahoma earlier this season.  While those concerns are not unfounded, what made this game more of a nailbiter than considered ‘on paper’ is that Florida continues to improve as a team under the much-maligned Billy Napier.  Perhaps giving Napier the ax so soon would be unnecessarily hasty.  Regardless, the Volunteers have little time to celebrate, as the Crimson Tide comes calling next week.  That matchup between Tennessee and Alabama shall be easily the most epic clash of those two teams in easily 30 years, if not more.

In another massive game, LSU took on Ole Miss in Death Valley.  The level of play and intensity of rivalry directly harkened back to the high-stakes matchups between the two teams of the late 1950s when legendary coaches Paul Dietzel and Johnny Vaught helmed the respective squads.  The Tigers’ huge, come-from-behind win is no doubt a monkey off Brian Kelly’s back, who still has yet to prove himself to everyone’s satisfaction in the most brutal of conferences.

Finally, the perhaps the biggest thriller of them all took place in Eugene, where No. 2 Ohio State ventured out to the west coast to take on conference newcomer, No. 3 Oregon.  Not only was this matchup massive on paper, but teams’ performances lived up to the hype.  In the end, the Ducks overcame the Buckeyes thanks to the latter’s clock mismanagement in the final seconds.  But to zoom out the proverbial lens, this game’s outcome is not the end, only the beginning.  Between the new 12-team playoff format, and the reformatted conference championship, if the two teams continue to live up to their potential, it is very likely their paths may cross again.  Should that come to pass, perhaps that should favor the Buckeyes, who now have luxury to examine what went wrong and to take corrective action in anticipation of the next time.  But in the meantime, they had better prepare to meet still-undefeated Penn State come Nov. 2.

Finally, Deion Sanders & CO (see what I did there?) delivered a highly competitive night cap.  Seriously, the game kicked off at 8:15 local [Mountain] time:  who in their right mind starts a game that late?  Say what you want about Coach Prime, but after the first few games which were a comedy of errors, the team has suddenly gotten serious, having steadily improved during the last few games.  This improvement has developed to the point where they almost triumphed, on the road, over consistently tough No. 18 Kansas State.  Let us not give the Buffaloes up for dead yet, as they have a slate of challenging but winnable games throughout the remainder of their schedule.

Remembering “Major League” during its 35th Year October 11, 2024

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With baseball postseason in full-swing, it is worth taking a moment to reflect on the greatest baseball movie of all time, in the year that marks its 35th anniversary.  Of course I am talking about “Major League”.  Considering that the Ind…I mean, the Guardians are still in the playoffs as of this writing, it’s all the more fitting and proper to reflect on this great comedic film.

Considering how well the sport of baseball lends itself to good sports movies, what with its mile-deep lore and diehard fans’ predilections to romanticize the game, it would almost be considered sacrelige to place a vulgar comedy as the best of the baseball flicks.  The writer of the movie, David S. Ward, was himself a life-long Indians fan.  Since the MLB team in Cleveland was showing no signs of relief from struggle any time soon – nor would they for several more years – he set out to essentially make a fantasy storyline about how the team could actually evolve into a winning franchise.  He reasoned that the only way such a far-fetched scenario would be remotely credible was by making the movie a comedy.

So why place such a comedy at the top spot of movies about baseball?  Three reasons come to mind.  For one, the story covers many realistic baseball scenarios both on and off the field.  Second, the cast is outstanding, with a good mix of veterans and newcomers, much like that of a winning baseball team.  Third, the script is as flawless as it is memorable, if not more than a bit salty.

Believe it or not, despite the comedic aspects of the film (which are legion), the many situations portrayed fairly accurately reflect what one is to experience in a professional clubhouse.  Ex-major leaguer Trevor May breaks down all the realistic aspects of the story, which are surprisingly numerous. 

The players who show their station in life based on their choice of transportation to arrive at spring camp?  That rings true.  Having veterans trying to prove they are not hobbled by injuries from previous seasons?  That checks out correctly.  Rookies that struggle with holes in their game (e.g., Willie Mays Hayes, a contact-hitting speedster, continually hitting pop-ups, or slugger Cerrano unable to hit a curveball) is also covered.  The movie also thoroughly covers the ace pitcher as he struggles with control of the ball.  Let us not forget the pervasive fear of finding a red tag in your locker, “which means that the manager wants to see you because you just died and went down to the minors” in the words of veteran catcher Jake Taylor.  Such a fear speaks deeply to anyone with experience in the pro baseball ranks.

If that’s not enough, in contrast to the out-of-control pitching of the young, up-and-coming ace, is Harris, the salty veteran pitcher, almost a thinly-guised Gaylord Perry, who keeps Crisco on his chest and Vagisil on his hip to give him “another two to three-inches drop on [his] curveball”.

Of course, baseball is notorious for its many superstitions, and the movie personifies that like none other with Cerrano’s legendary voodoo idol, Jobu.  The Cuban slugger even converts his locker into his own private shrine to his one-of-a-kind Caribbean totem.

Veterans who take the rookies out to dinner?  Check.  The manager giving a speech to properly set the tone at the beginning of the season?  That also checks the box. 

What else checks the boxes?  Let’s see:  whirlpool machines in the locker rooms; players on the team making tongue-in-cheek commercials; and teams rallying behind a symbol, positive or negative, at midseason all speak to real experiences of baseball teams through the ages.

With realistic scenarios within the game covered, let us turn our attention to the thespians who brought the characters to life.  Such a look at the cast reveals how outstanding a fit each actor was for his/her role.  Tom Berenger brings an understated gravitas to veteran catcher Jake Taylor, who was plagued by problems with his knees late in his career, along with self-inflicted problems in his past personal life vis-a-vis womanizing escapades that he later resolves to move past as he struggles to keep those previous mistakes in the past.  Charlie Sheen, a up-and-comer at the time (he did previously join Berenger as part of the cast of “Platoon”), brings the right amount of flare to his role as Rick “Wild Thing” Vaughn in his journey of growth from out-of-control reliever to become the team’s ace pitcher.  Wesley Snipes, before he became a household name, was another newcomer who delivered great comedic timing as the team’s rookie lead-off hitter/speedster.  And who can forget Dennis Haybert?  Long before he became a spokesman for Allstate Insurance, he was Pedro Cerrano, delivering a decent Cuban accent along with an incredible ability to hit the long ball – provided that the pitch is not a curveball.

Aside from Berenger, other veteran actors “bring it” in their roles, too.  Corbin Bernsen succeeds in playing Roger Dorn, a preppy, overpriced 3rd baseman with fielding issues.  Venerable character actor Chelcie Ross shines as the aforementioned Harris, who becomes the unlikely provocateur of Cerrano.

And who can forget the late James Gammon as Lou Brown?  Gammon’s performance is the stuff of legend.  So convincing is he in this role, along with his distinctly low, gravely voice, that it becomes impossible to envision a more convincing prototype of the grizzled, dyed-in-the-wool baseball manager.

Speaking of legends, part of the icing on the proverbial cake is the great Bob Uecker as radio play-by-play announcer Harry Doyle.  Not a more perfect man could have been found for the role, for Uecker combined years of actual radio announcing experience – he was the voice of the Milwaukee Brewers for decades – with TV acting experience as well.  All he had to do in the role was be himself – with a little extra snark mixed in for good measure.

Finally, there’s the script itself.  No sports movie exists with a more flawless, or quotable script.  Any man whose blood is red can rattle off at least a few lines without much prompting.  To wit:

“Aw, I don’t know…”; “Hold it, hold it, hold it…”; “Hats for bats”; “Come on, Dorn, get in front of the damn ball!  Don’t get this olé bull—-!”; “I’m deeply moved!”; “Ees very bad to steal Jobu’s rum.”; “Aw, I couldn’t cut in the Mexican Leagues.”; “Interesting…”; “I think you can go get him now.”; “Good!  I like that kind of spirit in a player.”; “ALRIGHT!  Knock that —- off!”; “Me, I’m for wasting sportswriters’ time.  So, I thought we could all hang around and give them all a nice big —-burger to eat!”; “Personally, I think we got hosed on that call”.  “You can close the book on Keltner (thank God!).”; “That’s all we got, one g—d— hit?”; “Uh-oh, that’s it, I don’t think this one has the distance!”; “Haywood’s a convicted felon, isn’t he Monty?…Well, he should be.”; “Yo, bartender, Jobu needs a refill!”…

And of course, “Ju-ust a bit outside!”

All that is just a taste, to be sure. 

If all that is not enough, the final act of the movie has some of the finest situational baseball drama of any film, all the while offering a practically perfect payoff in the end.  One need not be a die-hard baseball fan to love the flick.  To this very day, it ranks as one of the greatest “guy movies” of all time.  Many of us have been with a group of friends who, while hanging out together with time to kill, elect to do so by watching a movie.  When trying to agree on what watch, if “Major League” is suggested, few are apt to reject it.  The reasons listed above go a long way to explain why.

Random notes:

*The white car that Roger Dorn pulls up in at the start of spring camp is a 1975 Excalibur Series III Phaeton.  The Excalibur brand began in the 1960s as an offshoot of Studebaker.  The cars themselves were styled after the 1928 Mercedes SSK.  By the 1970s, they came with Corvette-tuned Chevy 327 engines under the hood, providing 300 horsepower for a car that weighted only 2,100 pounds, which is lighter than most cars today.

*The Volkswagen Beetle that Willie Mays Hayes arrives in for spring training not only has a subtle two-tone paint job (along with gangster walls on the tires), but also a custom grille styled after that of a Rolls-Royce.  Such was a popular custom feature on VW bugs back in the 1970s, which lends some intrigue to Hayes’ unspoken backstory.

*Speaking of the character played by Wesley Snipes, the name “Willie Mays Hayes” is a combination of two legendary athletes.  The first one is quite obvious – Willie Mays – but the latter, less so.  The last name of “Hayes” is a reference to “Bullet Bob” Hayes, who, for a stretch in the 1960s, was the fastest man in the world, hence Snipes’ character’s own fleetness of foot.  Indeed, while Mays continued to build on his legendary career, Bob Hayes won gold medals at the 1964 Summer Olympics in both the 100m dash and the 4x100m relay.  The same year, he was drafted by the Dallas Cowboys and went on to a prominent career in the NFL, becoming the only person to this day with both an Olympic gold medal and a Super Bowl ring.  Quite a legacy in one name for the role Snipes adeptly played in this film.