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OOPS They Did It Again

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I honestly cannot express how much I enjoy watching the Patsies lose a big game. There is nothing more pathetic than watching a washed-up group of veterans attempting to hold onto skills which they no longer possess. Watching Tom Brady and the offense trying to keep up with the young Giants, was like watching Michael Jordan play for the Wizards; it’s time for number 12 to hang-up the cleats. (I believe he’ll be more comfortable wearing UGG boots, anyway!)

I didn’t really care about the game; I just didn’t want to be forced to attend a mass and I definitely didn’t want to participate. This was the most nerve racking Super Bowl that I ever watched. I was nervous the entire time. I think the only reason I didn’t have a nervous breakdown, is the fact that I was surrounded by great people and picturesque scenery; for a view from the patio atop a hill, check out my Facebook page.

This season was a blast. The great Tim Tebow established himself as the future of the league, and the lowly Patsies and their steal of an acquisition, “Ocho-Stinko” sucked the big one and blew another Super Bowl. (Watching the Elvis helmet boys lose Super Bowls never gets old!)

I am not a Giants fan, but I would like to thank Eli and the gang for dominating the Brady Bunch!

***I will end this post in observance of the day of mourning in New England!***

Another great regular season and nothing to show for it!

Interesting fact: I just noticed that today’s date is 2-6-12. Today is a math problem. 2 times 6 is equal to 12! (That probably doesn’t happen often!)

It’s Tebow Time!!!

@PeteTeix617

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Life Happens

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No one is to blame for the Denver loss. The team simply failed to produce on the big stage. My faith in Tim Tebow is as strong as it ever was; for Pete’s sake, the guy took a 1 – 4 team to the playoffs!

The Patsies are not a great team and they will lose, eventually; I’m certain of this fact.

The Broncos my have lost the game, but yesterday was a productive one for us. We met some more great people and put ourselves in a better position to succeed!

We drank our sorrows away at a local watering hole and cmpletely forgot about the game, until, of course, I remembered the need to post an entry.

To the Patsy faithful, I say congrats; that is all!

Go Anyone But The Patsies!!!

@PeteTeix617

Humble Pie Tastes Like Chicken

Posted by Peter Teixeira on

Statistics are wonderful and can be helpful during any sports argument, but there is one guaranteed truth; the winning team is better than the losing team. If you don’t believe me, try telling a Chiefs fan that the Packers are better! Yesterday, I watched my Denver Broncos lose to the Patsies; I was not happy with the results. (Losses are for losers!)

I love the passion that comes from true sports fans. There is nothing that I enjoy more than great trash talking. I can dish it out and I have no problem listening to someone else gloat as their team beats my team. I am a diehard fan who believes that my team is better than your team. Unfortunately, we can’t win every game. It seems that the Broncos winning streak ends at six. In the next few weeks, I will hear a bunch of nonsense about how bad the team is, but we all know the truth; the Broncos are Super Bowl contenders!

As much as I hate to say it, the Patsies were the better team. Nothing matters other than the final score. Although I am extremely upset with the way the Broncos played, I believe the team will continue to improve. At the end of the day, win or lose, the Broncos were locked into the 4th playoff spot; the loss wasn’t really a big deal, except for the fact that it was a BIG deal. (There is nothing worse than losing to the Patsies!)

Great words, except for the nonsense at the end!

     These famous words come from the great Tim Tebow. In 2008, the Gators lost to Ole Miss, and Tebow promised to perform at a higher level; the team won the National Title at the end if the season! I believe in Tim Tebow!

Yesterday’s loss reminds me of an incident which happened 2001. The New England Patsies started the season at 1-3. We tortured the fans and looked forward to another horrible season for the hometown scrubs. If you have a decent memory, you will remember that the Patsies turned their season around and won the Super Bowl. (Tebow will lead the Broncos to the promise land!)

I have nothing more to say about the game. Congrats to the Patsies; we will play better in the future! To the victor, go the spoils!

Go Broncos!

 It’s still TEBOW TIME!!!

P.S. If you are wondering, I did not enjoy writing this post!

@PeteTeix617

Sportsmanship

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Most people get confused when it comes to the topic of sportsmanship. The term has nothing to do with the score. Sportsmanship is about how you treat the opponent; competitors should always shake hands after the contest and say, “good game.” You can even help an opponent get up after a play is over, during a football game. That is all that sportsmanship encompasses.

For this post, I will focus on football. I can only enjoy a really close game with a great finish, or a big embarrassing blowout; running up the score is not unsportsmanlike. The only place where running up the score should be frowned upon is in Pop Warner football. Even then, running up the score should be the option of the coach. Personally, I would run up the score every chance I got. (Don’t tell me the kids don’t want to run up the score. My nephew was extremely proud when his team blew out the opponent 46-0!)

I support running up the score because there are many players on each team who put in a lot of hard work during the week and they deserve to get in during “garbage time.” These backups also deserve to run the same plays as the starters; they want to score too! Running up the score can also be a great way to send a message to the next opponent. No one wants to play against the team that scored 70 in their previous game; the psychological effects are immeasurable. The losing team will understand that they do not belong on the field and the next opponent will have some fear. Plus, recruits want to play for a coach who will put up the big numbers. (Chicks dig touchdowns!)

NFL players are paid way too much money to cry about an opponent running up the score; man up and play some defense.  In college, running up the score is a necessity. The entire season is contingent on each teams ranking. The best way to impress voters is to have as many blow out victories as possible. (Any coach who avoids running up the score is placing his team at a disadvantage.)

Last year, former Florida Gators coach Urban Meyer allowed a walk-on senior defensive lineman to carry the ball three times while the team was on the goal line. The kid, a hard worker, was rewarded on senior day, and Meyer didn’t care about running up the score. (It doesn’t get classier than that.)

Meyer also had a great way of answering any disrespectful behavior. During a rivalry game against Georgia, the Gators were embarrassed. After scoring the first touchdown of the game, the entire Georgia bench ran into the end zone and celebrated. The following year, the Gators were up big against Georgia and instead of allowing the clock to run out, Meyer called timeouts to prolong the game.

Also, it is important to remember that the games are sixty minutes long. Players should give it their best until the final whistle blows. If you don’t want the other team to run up the score, play better defense. There are too many instances in which one team amounts a big lead, then they decide to shut it down and are forced to work hard to avoid an epic comeback. (RUN IT UP!)

My favorite coach of all time is Steve Spurrier. While he was at Florida, he constantly ran up the score. He is known as “the old ball coach.” I believe the moniker was given to him because his teams scored more than basketball squads. Not only did Spurrier constantly run up the score, but he did a little trash talking at the press conferences. Here are a couple of his best lines:

“You can’t spell Citrus without U-T.” UT stands for Tennessee, one of Florida’s rivals. The second place team in the SEC East usually went to the Citrus bowl.

“But the real tragedy was that 15 hadn’t been colored yet.” There was a fire at Auburn’s football dorm which destroyed 20 books.

Spurrier was notorious for running up the score. Whenever the Gators failed to score at least 60 points, I felt as if we didn’t play well. (Yes, I said we. I am “one of those fans”!) The best Steve Spurrier story came in the Sugar bowl against FSU for the national title in 1996. The Gators were ranked number one in the country but lost to number four Florida State in the regular season. During the FSU celebration, one of the Florida student assistants was trampled. The Gators moved back to the top of the rankings after winning the conference championship the following week.  The two teams played a rematch in the National Title game in the Sugar Bowl.

Spurrier promised the assistant that he would do his best to get revenge. True to his word, the Gators blew out the Seminoles by a score of 52-20. Spurrier was shown on the sidelines urging his players to run up the score. (He literally gave the run-it-up signal.) At one point, the assistant asked Spurrier to score more and he replied, “I’m trying son!” (Greatest coach ever!)

The Old Ball Coach & Gator Great Danny Wuerffel

     I feel the scoring was justified, especially since the Gators lost by a score of 62-24 in the previous season’s Championship game against Nebraska. I had to endure every single excruciating moment. Sometimes every team is on the business end of an ass-whooping. (For me, the Nebraska game was “good times!” As you can probably imagine, my phone didn’t stop ringing during that blowout.)

One of my favorite stories concerning running up the score happened on ESPN Sunday Night Football. The Vikings were playing the Seahawks and everything went wrong for Minnesota. The Vikings were down 35 points in the first half and commentator Mike Patrick said, “if you are just tuning in, the game recap is simple, the Seahawks won the toss and elected to kick the bejesus out of the Vikings!” (It was classic!)

Another favorite blow out game happened last year in the PAC 10 conference; USC was playing Stanford. For those who don’t know, USC has a history of dominating the conference and blowing teams out. Last year, Stanford was the better team and coach Jim Harbaugh decided to go for a two point conversion at the end of the game. No big deal except for the fact that Stanford won 55-21. USC coach Pete Carroll approached Harbaugh after the game and asked, “What’s your deal?”

Honestly, I have no idea why Carroll was angry. USC destroyed Stanford by a score of 66-19 in 2005. Harbaugh had the best possible response to Carroll’s question. He simply said, “What’s your deal?” (One of the best endings ever!)

Hands down, my favorite football moment of all time is not only funny, but a little racist. (OK, maybe it’s a lot racist!) The incident happened during a game on ESPN. I can’t remember the game but one team’s running backs were gaining a lot of yards and a commentator said, ‘’These guys are running like they’re the Denver Broncos.” This game happened in the early 2000’s when the Broncos had the league’s best run attack. Every year, no matter who the running back was, Denver put up big numbers. (I truly miss the good Old days!)

The other commentator replied, “No one runs like Denver. You can put a Puerto Rican back there and he’ll gain a thousand yards!” This was before DVR and I have searched high and low to find the footage, to no avail. (One day, I will find the tape!)

For those of you who are fans of running up the score, be sure to tune-in to the last game of the season between Florida and Florida State. The Gators were on a seven game win streak in the “rivalry”, before finally losing last year. To celebrate their victory, the Seminoles fans decided it was a good idea to pay for a banner to be flown above the stadium during the Gators’ spring game. The banner featured the score of last year’s game, 31-7, and the plane circled the stadium for an hour. (The Seminoles are idiots. Payback will be a bitch on her period!)

@PeteTeix617

This Actually Happened – August 27th, 2011

Posted by Peter Teixeira on

During the summer of 2000 I, along with a group of my friends, joined a men’s flag football league. We had several accomplished ex-high school stars on the squad, Kevin, Mizz, Dimes, T.C. among them. We are extremely confident so we expected to win our first game; our goal was to set the tone for the rest of the season! On game day, we sized up the opponent. The game was hilarious! We blew them out. (As expected, we talked-trash the entire time!) We scored on every drive! Our main offense was the triple option. Our game plan was, “Ok, it’s my turn to score!” We switched quarterbacks often, but our backfield was stacked. After one touchdown drive, we even set up for a field goal. (It was a thirty-yarder and my kick fell a few feet short, but it was on target!) The game as a blast, but the story doesn’t end on the field. After the summer, I returned to New Jersey and prepared for another semester at the Hall. I was summoned to the dean’s office and she decided that it would be best for me to prove that I was focused on education by attending a Community College for a semester. I agreed and decided to attend Roxbury Community College. Before I could sign up for classes, I had to meet with an advisor in order to pick classes. Each class had to be an equivalent to a course at SHU. I walked into the advisor’s office and was stunned! The guy was one of the players from the first team that we destroyed. We thoroughly embarrassed them and he couldn’t look me in the face. It was one of the most awkward situations that I have ever experienced! BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

 

Check back tomorrow for next week’s preview!

 

@PeteTeix617

Thanksgiving Day Massacre

Posted by Peter Teixeira on

The city of Boston was established in 1630. Boston Latin School (BLS) was founded in 1635; it is the nation’s oldest and most respected school! Academically, BLS has no equal. (Don’t bother attempting to compare your high school to BLS…I won’t believe your outlandish claims!) The school was originally located in Downtown Boston until 1844, when the institution moved to its current home in the Fenway area, 78 Ave. Louis Pasteur to be exact.

You want to talk alumni? We can talk alumni! Maybe you heard of these guys, Ralph Waldo Emerson, John Hancock, Samuel Adams, Benjamin Franklin and Peter Teixeira. (Not too shabby!)

It is important to note that I am discussing THE Latin School. There are two imposter institutions located within the city limits. The first is named Boston Latin Academy; it was originally named The Girls Latin School (GLS) until boys were admitted. The school was originally created as an all-girls alternative to the all-boys Boston Latin School.  Eventually, the two schools became co-ed and Latin Academy became the location for the students who lacked the ability to gain admittance to BLS. Latin Academy became the second choice!

The second imposter Latin school is Roxbury Latin, located in West Roxbury. The school has a reputation for being the manly man’s Latin school. Wrestling is the most popular sport and there is a long standing tradition of singlet sharing! (Speaking of wrestling, I suggest everyone view the Booker T video on Youtube! ‘Booker T accidentally calls Hogan a N****’) The school remains all-boys, because the founders wanted to create a place where young men could gain an education without having to share the classroom with “icky” girls! (I’m sure the school dances are FANTASTIC! Sounds like good times!)

In 1881, The English High School of Boston moved directly across the street from BLS and a sports rivalry was created. Beginning in 1887, the schools have played an annual Thanksgiving Day football game, the nations’ oldest continuous rivalry. Although the game is played every year, the rivalry officially ended in 1964. Since then, BLS has only lost twice, 1981 and 1997! The Wolf Pack is currently on a thirteen game winning streak. The tensions between the two schools often resulted in street brawls, scholars against the criminals, until English High relocated to Jamaica Plain. (The fighting between the two schools is the most likely reason our rallying cry is “Bomb the Blue!” BLS wears purple to represent the royal color of ancient Rome, and English wears blue to represent the feeling the students experience when they open college rejection letters!)

There is an interesting story regarding one of the two losses. I was a senior during the 1997 season. My friend Lu was slated to be the team’s star running back, but he suffered a torn ACL during the summer practices and was unable to play. I should have joined the team, but I was focused on Basketball! (The true reason i refused to play football was the fact that my family vacationed in Florida during the summer, and I wasn’t about to miss out on the trip so I could punish my body at two-a-days! Selfish, I know!)

The team lost the game by a score of 8-6, because the offense had no identity. It was one of the worst days for me while I attended BLS. The interesting fact about the game is, “The class of ’97 gets blamed!” The annual game is played in November, so it’s known as the ’97 game. I was a member of the class of ’98! (I would feel bad, but the class of ’97 exhibited such deplorable behavior, during their senior year, that the school changed its policy, which caused us to lose our senior privileges…they can suck it!)

While playing for BLS, my cousin Kevin enjoyed destroying the soft English defense. In 1994, he led the Wolf Pack to a 41-0 victory; the 1995 game ended with BLS winning 36-12, and his career culminated in a 31-6 drubbing of the “Blue man group!” Kevin was a Four-year letter winner for Boston Latin. He ran for 1,450 yards and 25 touchdowns during his senior season, and posted over 2,000 all-purpose yards in his final year. He was named the Most Valuable Player of the Dual County League and a Boston Globe All-Scholastic choice during his senior year. Kevin was chosen as the team captain, and played in the Shriner’s All-Star game before moving on to play at UMass Amherst. (The guy was amazing, but don’t expect me to sing his praises during our conversation tomorrow!)

Last year, I joined “P” and we attended the Thanksgiving Day game. We didn’t follow the high school football season, but we were hopeful that Latin would continue to dominate. The game started off horribly for the Wolf Pack. English returned the opening kickoff for a touchdown. “Did the boys in Blue pull off the massive upset?” Unequivocally, NO! BLS destroyed their “rivals,” breaking the record for most points scored in the series, 54-12! It was actually a hard game to watch; sort of like a traffic accident; we wanted to look away, but we couldn’t. With six minutes and forty-four seconds remaining in the “contest,” the Wolf Pack quarterback lined up the team in the victory formation. (That’s right! With over a quarter remaining, BLS started kneeling the ball!)

Boston Latin School will continue to dominate the Thanksgiving Day game; I will be there to watch the carnage in November! (Most of you have probably noticed that I am not a gracious winner! English High was lucky I didn’t coach BLS; we would have gone for a hundred!) Hold your collective heads up high English alumni…there is always 1997!

“Shouldn’t the institution be called ‘Boston Latin High School’?” No! The work load is above the college level. Boston Latin Higher School would be more appropriate!

     Carpe Diem! Purple and White FOR LIFE! GO WOLF PACK!!!

@PeteTeix617

Not My Fantasy

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Most people are familiar with the typical guy fantasy. I believe the French call it a menage a trois! (Wait! isn’t it lez incompetent? No that’s from Home Alone!) Well, let me use the term threesome to be safe. (Not that threesomes are safe!) I have added a twist to my fantasy threesome; the girls are Gators fans!

I was shocked to learn that a major change has occurred. The typical male fantasy is completely different! The new standard, for “What guys want,” is now fantasy football! (I have come to accept the fact that I am no longer a “typical guy!”)

“What is fantasy football?” It’s pretty simple. A group of individuals (Usually fans of teams that suck!) join a league and compete against each other. (These fans know that their respective teams have a snowball’s chance in hell of winning the Super Bowl, so they play fantasy football in hopes of becoming a champion; truly pathetic if you ask me!) Some leagues are free to join and the victor wins the right to brag. Other leagues offer a monetary prize to the winner, who also walks away with bragging rights; there is a fee to join. (This is illegal of course!)

“I get that, but how does it work?” The league starts off with a draft. Prior to the beginning of the NFL season, each group will assemble, either in person or online and hold a draft. Each individual will select players from the different NFL teams. When all of the fantasy quads are filled, the team owners can make trades with their competitors. There is a commissioner who sets all of the rules and regulations. Usually, the commissioner is the person who won the championship during the previous season. (This is the individual who gains the respect of eleven or so other people, but in the grand scheme of life, the person remains a zero!)

Each player accumulates points, by either the number of yards gained during a game, number of catches, touchdowns, etc. The different leagues have their own points systems. There may be a point awarded for every ten yards gained, six points for touchdowns, etc. Each team is comprised of starters and backups. Some leagues select team defenses and some even award points for individual defensive players. Before the real NFL games are played each week, competitors must finalize their rosters. This is where strategy plays a significant role. Team owners must factor in, who the opponents are for each player in order to decide who to activate. Each week, the team owners play against a different opponent and the one’s with the best regular season record, advance to the playoffs.

Fantasy football is basically a great way for fans, who obviously know much more than the real NFL team executives, to experience being general managers. This all sounds wonderful, especially for those who love football, but fantasy football is not for me! There are special fantasy football telecasts which help owners decide who the next big stars will be. There are magazines and websites with more information about individual players; it literally takes some serious preparation to decide who the top draft picks should be! (It seems like the preparation time leading up to a fantasy season could be used for something more productive, like double checking the thread count on each of your bed sheets to ensure that you received exactly what you paid for!)

To me, Fantasy Football is basically an oxymoron. Football involves a bunch of men being physical with one another for sixty minutes of game clock. That is the exact opposite of a fantasy for me. (The name should be changed to General Manager Dreams!) A fantasy should involve one or more vaginas! But I guess, to each his own! (Sorry if I’m being too frank!)

“That’s a silly reason to not participate!” You are absolutely right!

I refuse to participate in fantasy because I hate what it does to fans. Fantasy makes it impossible to figure out where each fan’s loyalty lies. I can remember the good old days when people liked their teams and hated the rivals. Those days are over. Fantasy has changed the way fans watch football. On any given Sunday, you may find a Dallas Cowboys’ fan cheering for their hated rivals the Philadelphia Eagles, because “I need Michael Vick to give me some big points!” (It’s sickening really!) I can’t tell you how many times I sat in front of the television and listened to fans cheer for players who they swore they hated. How can you talk about hating Tom Brady, then turn around and try to justify drafting him in your fantasy league? My grandfather would roll over in his grave if he heard me say, “I need Brady to have a big game!” (The example was used for entertainment purposes only! My grandfather didn’t give two shits about football!)

In my last post, I made it perfectly clear that I am a Denver Broncos fan. I don’t support any other player in the league, and I definitely don’t support any other team. I don’t even support former players from the University of Florida. I love the Gators, but I can’t cheer for a player who attempts to defeat my Broncos! (Once the players go to the NFL, I can give two shits about them!)

I respect everyone’s right to live their lives however they see fit. It doesn’t bother me one bit if your fantasy includes Tom Brady, Peyton Manning, Adrian Peterson, and Larry Fitzgerald. I just look at things from a different perspective. When I think fantasy, I’m drafting people who fill different criteria. There are no sub four-second forty yard dash sprinters, no plus twenty five reps of two hundred and twenty-five pounds, no vertical leapers surpassing forty inches, and absolutely no shuttle run champions! My draftees wouldn’t gain me any points in your leagues, but they fulfill all of my needs! My draftees bleed Orange and Blue like me, they are curvaceous, they are women who like women, and I’m not talking about beers when I say they can fill up a cup or two! (Pun shamelessly intended!)

In my opinion, fantasy represents everything that is wrong with football. There is no more loyalty. I waited a decade to finally witness my Denver Broncos win the Super Bowl, but today’s fan is more content to pick players from all the teams and become a supporter. You can attempt to fool me but I know why you play fantasy. Your team sucks and you have a desire to be a winner. I am thankful that the fantasy season ends before the Super Bowl; I wouldn’t be able to take people celebrating false championships. Sit your dumbass down! I don’t care if Aaron Rogers is on your fantasy team, you are a Vikings fan! (Rogers plays for the Green Bay Packers. (The Vikings are the Packers’ biggest rivals!)

Fantasy football ruins the sport and makes Sundays annoying! Dude, I get it—Chris Johnson is in your fantasy! Just be sure and keep your pants on while I try to enjoy the game!

No, I will not join your STUPID fantasy league! My team is the Denver Broncos, and that’s good enough for me!

@PeteTeix617

Bronco Life

Posted by Peter Teixeira on

Being, from Boston and, a fan of the Denver Broncos has been a roller coaster ride. I have experienced moments of great elation, and instances of utter despair. “Why don’t you like Boston teams?” I love all of the teams from Boston! The Patriots are from some foreign land called New England. (If you read my post, ‘Why I Cry on The 4th of July,’ you know that I like old England!)

“Of all teams, why did you pick Denver?” It all started on the twenty sixth day of January in the year 1986; it was a cold windy day. The Chicago Bears were playing in the Super Bowl against the lowly Patriots from New England. I, along with my cousin “Dough”, cheered for the Bears. The Bears killed the Patriots and we celebrated like a young man who, after a week of confusion, just learned that his girlfriend received her period! (I have no idea if it was windy, but the Bears destroyed the Patsies, so I decided to pay homage to the victorious squad!)

Following the Super Bowl victory, I was a Bears fan…or so I thought! Dough quickly notified me that the Bears were his team. “How could he be so cruel?” I wondered. It was I who cheered louder than anyone for Walter Peyton, the Fridge, Ditka and the gang! I didn’t know what to do, until…

My cousin Kevin stepped in and offered a great suggestion. “You should choose the Broncos; they have John Elway!” He said. I have been a Broncos fan ever since!

For years, the Patriots were the laughing stock of the NFL. My favorite year was 1990, when the team finished with a 1-15 record! (What a wonderful time it was to be alive! When it comes to competitions, my friends and family members talk a lot of trash…the Patsies sucked and I GAVE THEM HELL!)

For those who don’t know much about NFL history, allow me break down how difficult it was to be a Broncos fan in the eighties and early nineties. In 1987, the very next season following the Bears victory, my new team, the Broncos, won the AFC title and played in the Super Bowl against the New York Giants. We lost the game 39-20. (I say we, because I am that kind of fan!) It was a tough loss, but I was happy that my squad was a dominant force. “We’ll win it next year!” I boasted.

John Elway, the greatest quarterback in the history of the NFL, backed me up and led the Broncos to another Super Bowl appearance the very next year, against the Washington Redskins. I was extremely pleased. (I tortured Kevin! “Thanks for suggesting the Broncos…I owe it all to you!” I taunted.) The game started perfectly. John Elway hit Ricky Nattiel for a long touchdown pass and the Broncos put up a quick ten points. I was talking so much trash. I can remember the game like it was yesterday! The Redskins went on to score forty-two points; we lost 42-10. (It was not a pleasant year!) “How do you lose two Super Bowls in a row?” Why are you guys asking me? I didn’t play jackasses!

Two years later, my Broncos did it again. The great John Elway led the team to another Super Bowl appearance, against the San Francisco 49ers. I had no doubt we would win. Boy was I wrong! The 49ers embarrassed us! The final score was 55-10, and my phone rang with every touchdown! I will never forget one call, in particular. I picked up the phone, “Peter, your team stinks!” It was Dough’s father! (Super Bowl XXIV was one of the longest days of my life!)

That’s right folks; we appeared in Super Bowls XXI, XXII, and XXIV. We lost all three in a four year span. “The biggest chokers in the history of the NFL!” “Elway is a born loser!” The trash-talk was vicious and on-going. In a way, I deserved it because when my team was winning, I could dish out the vitriol with the best of them! (It doesn’t take a genius to figure out how horrible the next few years were for me!)

Thankfully, the Buffalo Bills existed. “Why do you say that?” Because the Bills, the quintessence of choke, appeared in an unprecedented four consecutive Super Bowls from 1991-1994; they lost all four! The Broncos were still considered “Big Chokers,” but the Bills were the undefeated Kings of Choke!

The only satisfaction that I had during this low period as a Broncos fan was the fact that the Patriots SUCKED! We were choke artists, but we were relevant. Everything changed in 1997. The Patriots shocked the world and won the AFC. They were In the Super Bowl against the Green Bay Packers. I was scared out of my mind. I would never hear the end of it, if the Patsies won the Championship before the Broncos! Luckily, the Packers prevailed (35-21) and the Patsies returned to their rightful place in the league’s basement.

In 1998, an aging John Elway’s career was reinvigorated by a great young talent, running back Terrell Davis. The Broncos won the AFC and appeared in the Super Bowl against the defending Champions,the Green Bay Packers. Would 1998 finally be the year? The Broncos led by seven with a few seconds remaining on the clock. Brett Favre threw a fourth down pass which was knocked to the ground by Denver linebacker John Mobley. WE DID IT!!! The score was 31-24; I was finally a Champion. Team owner Pat Bowlen, held up the Lombardi Trophy and said the famous words, “This one’s for John!” I rarely get to the point of tears, but on that day, my eyes were watery! (What a wonderful time to be a Broncos fan!) I’ll never forget sitting in my dining room and simply enjoying the moment. I didn’t make any phone calls, I just enjoyed the moment! I felt like a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. (The phone rang; it was Kevin. He was the first person to congratulate me!)

The Broncos were no longer losers. The team won for all of the great players of the past. Steve Atwater was still playing safety and knocking players out. Dennis Smith, Karl Mecklenburg, Bobby Humphries, the three amigos—Vance Johnson, Ricky Nattiel, and Mark Jackson, and all the rest!

Unbelievably, the Broncos, led by the great John Elway, returned to the Super Bowl and killed the over-matched Atlanta Falcons by a score of 34-19. (This game was personal for Elway. He had a turbulent relationship with former coach Dan Reeves, who was then coach of the Falcons!) After the game, Pat Bowlen lifted the Lombardi Trophy high in the air and said, “This one’s for you!” (He was talking to the fans…Specifically, ME!) The great John Elway retired after the season. I was crushed, but he left the game on his own terms!

Although I was a die-hard Broncos fan, I was forced to tell friends at Seton Hall University that I liked the Tampa Bay Buccaneers because I didn’t want to seem like a bandwagon hopper! (My friends and family suffered a great deal during this period! I remembered the three Super Bowl losses and I relished in the moment. I still talk about the back-to-back Championships! WE ARE STILL NASTY!)

In the NFL, there are the top teams and the scrubs. I’ll take it back to Married with Children and separate the greats from the scrubs by using the terms, Upper Uncton and lower Uncton. Denver belongs in the Upper Uncton and teams such as the pitiful San Diego Chargers are members of the lower Uncton.

The lower Uncton teams are the ones without any Super Bowl victories. Their players suffer through depressing seasons, until finally escaping, via a trade or through free agency. Some of the lower Uncton players are fortunate enough to sign with great teams and have opportunities to win the Super Bowl. San Diego produced Rodney Harrison and Junior Seau. Harrison was fortunate enough to leave in time to become a champion, but Seau remained in San Diego too long. Super Bowl victory eluded him, and Seau retired a loser!

People often ask me why I don’t switch teams and support the Patriots. Maybe after reading this post, they will understand! The Denver Broncos, still under the ownership of Pat Bowlen, have hired the great John Elway to run the team as the Executive Vice president of Football Operations. The team selected Tim Tebow in the NFL draft last year. With the greatest player in college football history and the greatest NFL quarterback of all-time, our future looks bright!

I love the Broncos, but I honestly couldn’t tell you what makes me happier; the Broncos winning the Super Bowl, or the Patriots losing one! (One of my favorite seasons is 2007. The Patsies won 18 games in a row, but lost the Super Bowl! THAT HAS TO SUCK!!!)

When it comes to football, I’m ORANGE AND BLUE for life!

@PeteTeix617

Death Penalty & The U

Posted by Peter Teixeira on

****I will reveal my biased opinion of The University of Miami before I discuss the matter at hand!****

     I have always hated the University of Miami. “Of course you do; you’re a Gators fan and they are one of the interstate rivals!” No! When I say I have always hated the University of Miami, I am talking about even before I became a fan of college football. I didn’t even know the Florida Gators existed when my disgust for the sugar-canes began. “Why?” DOUG FLUTIE!

My aunt purchased a VHS cassette for my cousin Kevin in the mid-eighties. The tape is still around but it isn’t a movie; the title is WHY EAGLES SOAR, and it is a documentary about BC’s most beloved athlete of all time, Heisman Trophy winner Doug Flutie! (The Heisman Trophy is awarded to the best college football player each year!)

In the documentary, the antagonists are the players and coaches from the University of Miami. Flutie defeated the sugar-canes; throwing a miraculous “hail mary” pass with only six seconds remaining in the game. (I used the words ‘miraculous’ and ‘hail mary’ because they are football terms!)  I’ve hated Miami ever since I first watched that wonderful tape!

In this case, the death penalty is not that wonderful tool used by governments to rid society of evil-doers. (Yes, I am a proponent of the death penalty since we cannot torture!) I am referring to the ‘Repeat Violator’ rule, which applies to every collegiate sport.

RULE: If a school is found guilty of a second major violation, within a five year period, the institution can be banned from participating in the particular sport for a two year period. “No big deal!” Really? It’s a very big deal!

In football the rule has only been applied once, SMU in 1987, and the impact was immense. Not only was the school affected, but the school’s conference was dismantled and no longer exists. For those who are not familiar with the story, I will elaborate. SMU decided to pay players to attend the school.

(Best part of the story: Eric Dickerson, a great running back, committed to Texas A&M because they bought him a brand new gold Trans-Am. He wanted to change his mind, but already had the car, “Purchased by my grandmother!” SMU officials convinced Dickerson to leave A&M and attend Southern Methodist University. “What did A&M do about the car?” Nothing! It is against NCAA rules to give players extra benefits so they had to take the loss!)

SMU recruited one of the best classes money could buy and elevated the football team from abysmal to undefeated! (Although they won every game except for one tie, the school was not voted to be National Champions. The title was given to a one-loss Penn State team…BULLSHIT!!!) Long story short, SMU has yet to recover from the death penalty! (I guess they may never recover since the rule has been nicknamed “THE DEATH PENALTY”)

“Why is all of this important?” I’ll tell you!

The University of Miami is under investigation and the term “Death Penalty” is being used for the first time since 1987. Apparently, one of the school’s boosters was involved in a billion dollar Ponzi scheme, and he was used the ill-gotten money to give extra benefits to the University of Miami athletes, from 2002 through 2010, a clear violation of NCAA policy—Nevin Shapiro is my hero!!! (He is the wonderful man who helped the school cheat to sign recruits, then snitched when they refused to support him after he was arrested for being a Ponzi schemer!) Wait…I take back that hero comment. I just remembered that the asshole, Shapiro, offered up a bounty to any sugar-cane player who could injure Tim Tebow. (Tebow is a former Florida Gator Heisman Trophy winner, a two time National Champion, and the greatest college football player of all time!) {My unbiased opinion!}

The University of Miami is known as The U. “Wow! Since they are the best University in America?” NO! The great folks in Coral Gables are so uncreative that the school logo is an actual green and orange U! (I kid you not! I honestly believe the players call the school “The U” for the simple fact that most of them can’t spell University! GO GATORS!!!) The school seems to have no idea what they are doing. They are the hurricanes, the logo is a U, and the mascot is an ibis named Sebastian. (I call them the sugar-canes because they are softer than lil’ Wayne’s leather!)

“Should the sugar-canes receive the death penalty?” Hell Yes! The school has a history of breaking the rules in order to compete with the big boys. Boston College knew Miami cheated, from the beginning; the rivalry game between the two schools is better known as “the Catholics vs. the Convicts!” (How could you not love BC!)

Many sugar-cane fans argue that the ESPN 30 for 30 documentary about The U is the best, and I concur, but I believe the film actually hurts the school. First of all, the defiance shown in the piece is brazen and unnecessary. Former players give interviews in which they blatantly admit to receiving improper benefits. (The biggest supporter of the football program was none other than famous Miami rapper, Uncle Luke from 2Live Crew!)

The documentary most likely angered NCAA officials and placed the school under the microscope. Also, the interviews of former players who were upset at the fact that school officials never recognized the impact of the team on the yearly increase of University applicants, is a huge negative. (In 1983, Miami won its first National Championship. The victory had a direct impact on enrollment, which grew by fifteen percent!) Snubbing the football team may repel future recruits from choosing to accept scholarship offers. (To any athlete considering becoming a sugar-cane. The games are played off campus, the stadium is never filled to capacity, the facilities are less than stellar, and the school is about to receive the death penalty! You might want to reconsider and take a look at the wonderful institution located in Gainesville, a few hours north of Coral Gables! GO GATORS!!!)

I commend the leaders of the school for attempting to turn Miami into the “Stanford of the East and the Harvard of the South,” but most highly skilled athletes want to be pampered. (I am not suggesting that great players do not concentrate on their education, because Tim Tebow did, but the overwhelming majority are more concerned with attending a school which supports the football program!) Maybe the powers that be will be able to prove there is no correlation between football success and the University of Miami’s improved academic standards, once the Death Penalty is handed out. The ‘repeat violators’ rule should be enforced because the documentary clearly reveals a continuous University policy to disregard NCAA laws. Miami deserves the death penalty! (The impact will be great, but not as major as the SMU case…Miami is not a national power!)

One may argue that the sugar-canes do not deserve the death penalty, and maybe I am incapable of being unbiased in this situation. Oh well! To NCAA president Mark Emmert, I say, “Let’s have ourselves a hanging tonight…STRING THEM UP, BOYS!!!”

GO GATORS!!!

     **Interesting fact of the day:**

@Efidalgo12 attended the University of Miami during Shapiro’s tenure as Lord Booster! I WONDER ABOUT HIS INVOLVEMENT IN THE SCANDAL!!!

@PeteTeix617

This Actually Happened – July 16th, 2011

Posted by Peter Teixeira on

My love for the Florida Gators is well documented. The only problem I have with the team is the fact that the University is located in Bible Country. This bit of information has never affected me until…TWITTER! Recently, I began following a guy who reports some of the team news. Everything was fine until I started my blog. Apparently, my views are disagreeable to him. Problem? You wouldn’t think so, but remember, we’re dealing with a religious nut. This past Sunday, I received a DM from the guy. It read, “You were mentioned in this blog.” “Great!” I thought. Turned out it was a virus. The situation was a little annoying, but did he win? NO! His minuscule little brain caused him to believe he was doing God’s work. I’d say he is a domestic terrorist. Why didn’t he just leave a comment which explained his valid point? I think we all know why. I won’t mention his twitter name, because he will not be getting any publicity from me…UNFOLLOW! My first true hater–I feel so special. BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

Check back tomorrow for a preview of next week’s entries!

@PeteTeix617