Days of Wine, Cheese and Weasels
Don’t get me wrong…nothing makes my day brighter than some Husker fan who stumbles across this blog, hell bent on convincing me that I’ve somehow missed the boat and somehow I AM the guy with the issues. I always tend to get a kick out of the red-clad hayseed who is foaming at the mouth, accusing me of caring too much…meanwhile he fires of 16 straight paragraphs about how I have no life, spend too much time writing gibberish and I live in my mother’s basement. Riiigghhhttt.
Anyhow, I don’t really have a point here…I just always get a kick about the power of opinion and the fact that I can apparently piss off more than just Husker fan. It’s good to have a hobby.
** Back when the Qwest Center was built here in Omaha, I had always imagined how cool it would be to host an NCAA regional. I have never really been to one, but I went to the Wednesday shoot around in Nashville on business a while back, and even that was pretty damn cool. (The energy..the different sets of fans, the pomp and pagentry etc) So, when I found out the city of Omaha had finally stopped patting itself on the back long enough to actually land a bid on a 1st-2nd round of games…I was pretty pumped.
And of course…it was to zero avail because as I’ve been bitching…Creighton Athletic Director and head jackass Bruce Rasmussen and his merry band of brie-eating, caviar munching, Merlot sipping fans have pretty much taken over the event and locked the entire Omaha public out of any hope of seeing a game live. My question I guess is…who the hell gave these assholes the right to host anyway? Was this up for bid? Why the hell can’t Bellevue College host? How bout Peru State? Hell, they probably play 3x better competition than the Bluejays anyway. Just because Creighton "hosts" a giant kegger on 13th street every June and call it a "Championship event", doesn't mean they should get the keys handed to them each and every time. (And when I say "host", I really man slobber on ESPN camera men and throw parties at Pauli's Pub)
And while we’re at it…why the hell didn’t the Huskers submit a bid? Granted, I understand at the time Steve Pederson was more interested in growing out his toenails and spraying down the entire west-stadium for germs a la Howard Hughes….and Tom Osborne has as much chance of progressing Husker basketball as I do starting for NU at running back next year. But holy hell people, why doesn’t this piss more people off? Why am I seemingly the only one offended at this? Was it Omaha taxpayers like me who built that place, or retired dentists with an unquenchable thirst for Chiraz and crème brulet?
Oh well, I’m over it (not really). I guess I’ll have to watch Kansas choke against some WCC team on T.V. with the rest of the piss ants.
** Speaking of assholes…nice to see Michigan hockey fans taking their rightful place as the thuggish pricks that they are by starting an actual fistfight with a UNO hockey parent on Saturday night in Ann Arbor. Now I’ll be honest…I really don’t give a flying rats ass about Michigan or anything else Maize, Yellow..Blue..whatever. Who cares. Oh sure I giggled like a school girl when they lost in football to a team that doesn’t even give out scholarships….and yes, their overplayed, overrated fight song sounds like the brass-version of llamas being castrated in the back room of some Thai restaurant in the ghetto.... But is anybody more pathetic than some college hockey fan with an attitude? I mean...I love college hockey...and I think it's a great niche sport...but does anybody outside of you, some Minnesotans and I really care?
It’s like Colorado running skiing smack. How many teams have NCAA ski teams? 5? (Colorado, Colorado State, Utah, BYU and….Ok…maybe 4.) I mean….what the hell do you have besides Kid Rock and Kiss to actually brag about? Have you ever been to Ann Arbor? Have you actually met these people? If you haven’t….picture this: Picture the most vile and unimaginative backwards ballcap-wearing frat guys you can recall from back in college. Now multiply them by 40,000…give them all ugly yellow t-shirts with some profranity scribbled on it with faded blue M’s. Then surround them with women who look like a cross between Kathy Bates and Amy Fischer and give them a head coach who resembles something out the 70's era KGB. (Don’t get me wrong…I’d act like a pirck too if I was surrounded by Flint on one side, and a 50,000 acre Dow Chemical plant on the other.Double that if you know that you’re going to spend the rest of your life working in a factory with your name on your shirt. )
What was my point? Oh yeah…kiss my ass Weasels. I don’t care if my interest in college hockey is at an all-time low (thanks Mike Kemp)…you’ll always be the ugly and under-educated step brother I never wanted and always tried to forget even existed.
Oh well, for the rest of you…enjoy filling your brackets out or whatever you do to illegally distribute your McDonalds paycheck. And if you’re going to the games at the Qwest this week…try not to choke on the Mahi sandwich with key lime dill sauce. I hear those little bones are a bitch.
PS – Props to you Husker fan for making it nearly an entire week without commiting a felony.