Showing posts with label The Truth Hurting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Truth Hurting. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Tradition Tuesday: At Long Last, The Season

The rough focus of this blog is the rivalry between the Kansas City Chiefs (heralded by Bankmeister) and the Denver Broncos (championed by Cecil and Old No. 7). It may seem unfair that it's two versus one, but once KC gets that second Super Bowl win we'll even out the delegation.

Seven years ago we started The Tradition, in which Bronco fans travel out to the Truman Sports Complex with their team, and Chief-lovers return to the Rocky Mountains with theirs. We tailgate, we talk massive amounts of shit, our wives are occasionally assaulted by rival fans, and we almost always watch the visiting team lose. It's grand old time.

Here at the HoG, we're going to keep The Tradition going with Tradition Tuesday--a weekly state-of-the-rivalry address.

Well, here we are. Two days from the start of the 2007 NFL season -- five from Broncos/Bills at Ralph Wilson Stadium and Chiefs/Texans at Reliant Stadium -- and the House of Georges, in its near-six-month existence, has taken great delight in bringing you Tradition Tuesday.

With football season upon us, we'll be taking a slightly different approach, one that will keep a keen eye on playoff (playoffs?) baseball, the start of the NHL season, and a continued-swift delivery of your weekly collection of not-rough-on-the-eye females. Most importantly, though, we'll be bringing you exclusive coverage of Chief/Broncos football on a more-often-than-weekly basis, which is good news for everyone.

The talented Cecil has promised to deliver pre- and post-game reports of both clubs (though I'm sure Old No. 7 and I may, on occasion, chime in with our own unsolicited two bits), which, based on his preliminary offerings and summarized theses of professional contests, we can agree is a win/win for us and all involved. Old No. 7, being the gambling man/non-fan of Las Vegas that he is not, will cover spreads, over/unders, fantasy stuff, and all the other erotic-sounding mechanisms numbers-related tidbits in which interest is sought. He has also offered his ever-decreasing time to interview, on a weekly basis, a fan of the opposing team, a project in which I will participate as well. The HoG now has a Broncos/Bills interview and a Chiefs/Texans interview in the shop, as it were, needing only the final spit shines and chrome polishings to get these features on the street.

That said, there are two pressing Choncos-in-my-Briefs issues on which to report today. One: Over yonder, west of the Kansas border, Mike Shanahan and his Broncos inked a deal with Simeon Rice yesterday to help bolster the Bronco pass rush. That should add to the help they gave their squad -- the off-season acquisitions of Dre Bly and four D-line draft picks -- in a major way. In case you've been under a rock, the boys in predominantly orange also added to their offense by signing tailback Travis Henry and wideout Brandon Stokley. The Broncos and their 53-man roster are ready for some football.

Two: The Chiefs finally have all of their starters ready to practice together for the first time in the entire pre-season. Yikes, huh? Mmm-hmm. A good sign for the red and gold. A bit late, but a good sign. Huard, after nursing a sore calf will finally have blind-side protection from left tackle Damion McIntosh, who's been out with a bum knee. And of course, the inverted-vagina symbol and his piles of money are in the backfield. Word has it he'll split time with Michael Bennett until he hits top football shape. Other good news for Chiefs Nation involves their final molding of the roster, which includes the club's decision to cut AFL wide receiver star Bobby Sippio. What? Oh. Good news. Right. Sorry.

The cutting of Sippio was done to make room for third-string quarterback Tyler Thigpen, a rookie out of Coastal Carolina that the Minnesota Vikings were apparently trying to sign to their practice squad. Cut from Thigpen's place were Canada leftover Casey Printers and Jeff Terrell, the only two QBs that showed pre-season mobility and scored against the Saints, respectively. But it gets better. The Chiefs, one week removed from the opener, now have decided to bring in a kicker to compete with fifth-round draft pick Justin "Doink" Medlock. Among the candidates is the 43-year-old John Carney, who was cut by the Saints last year in favor of guys like Billy Cundiff. Sweet.

Yes indeed, folks. Good times. Nevertheless, we'll see if Herm's fixed his "terrible job" in the preparations department. We'll see if he's got his club ready for Houston. We'll see if we'll be offering the tag line "Houston, we have a problem" to Cecil's pre-game review. Or post-game. Or both.



Uh...huh-huh, like...go Bills and stuff.
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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Tradition Tuesday: Rootin' Through the Landfill




The rough focus of this blog is the rivalry between the Kansas City Chiefs (heralded by Bankmeister) and the Denver Broncos (championed by Cecil and Old No. 7). It may seem unfair that it's two versus one, but once KC gets that second Super Bowl win we'll even out the delegation.

Seven years ago we started The Tradition, in which Bronco fans travel out to the Truman Sports Complex with their team, and Chief-lovers return to the Rocky Mountains with theirs. We tailgate, we talk massive amounts of shit, our wives are occasionally assaulted by rival fans, and we almost always watch the visiting team lose. It's grand old time.

Here at the HoG, we're going to keep The Tradition going with Tradition Tuesday--a weekly state-of-the-rivalry address.


Week one of the House of Georges' preseason looked nothing like Gary Coleman sandwiched between hoors with their drawers down; it ended with semi-predictable results. The nutshell: Denver's Jay Cutler and Travis Henry illustrated their ability to deliver mile-high success to the citizens of Bronco Country while residents of Chiefs Nation witnessed evidence of an ever-improving defense, and a frighteningly tough quarterback scenario. End results: Broncos save a victory by thwarting a late-game 49ers second-and-third-stringers effort while the Chiefs fumble away a chance to knock off the Browns in Cleveland.



Yep. Couple of doozies there. Sure. It's the preseason. You can always throw in that adage. But fractions of preseason games are always good indicators of what will happen once everyone starts logging regular-season time. I worked while both games occurred, thus wiping out any smidgeon of a chance of watching limiting my ability to view more than 10 plays from both games combined.

Thank Christ for the InterWebs. This and this are all the evidence I need to shatter my feigned optimism of dashing out of the season-opener gates with dreams of the post-season in mind. Mm-hmm. Reality has checked in, and it does in fact bite. Though I sift through these piles of garbage we call preseason contests with glimmering hopes of buried treasure, all the labels look similar. Over in this pile, Chiefs Nation invests its collective faith that Herman Edwards (Herman Edwards!) will make the right call in the quarterback department. In case you prefer pictures to words, allow me to summarize:



Right. I know. He's (Big Sherm, I mean Herm) a defensive-minded guy. The D looks fierce; I'm stoked about it. But on planet PlayToWinTheGame, you need a quarterback. Saturday night in Cleveland, Brodie Croyle fumbled (but recovered) and threw a pick while going 5-8 for 49 yards. The chosen one (that's Damon Huard, fyi) steps in, throws a pick and goes 2-4 for 19 yards. Together they achieved three, count 'em, three, first downs. Thus, the job of picking who'll be your starter just got say, I dunno, 100 times harder. What call do you make? Please don't say it, please don't say it, please don't say it. Fark. Casey Printers. That guy can totally right the ship. And by right the ship, I mean:



Dating back to the eighth post in HoG history (Editor's Note: Google pre-Jurassic if you're unsure as to when that was), I've been posting about Printers' suckdom. Shit. Even prior to the HoG's existence, I've been talking about it. (Note: I'm not really a racist. That frightening post was a rebuttal to Old No. Seven's absurdly racist slanders that white guys can't jump. Or catch a football.) Sure. You don't want Huard or Croyle hurt, so you pull 'em. This just in: Casey Printers will never even be a number-two quarterback in the NFL. Cut. No, not that meat. Him. Now.

So Herm's got his work cut out for him. Meanwhile, Shanny's boys mow down the competiton in his starters' lone possession. Sweet. That and a rusty nail on my toilet seat equal good freakin' times.

Looking ahead to this week, I can only hope Trent Green continues to suck and this guy learns remembers how to coach football. If those two things happen, maybe by this time next week, that treasure might rear its orange-peel-laden, coffee-ground-covered head.



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Sunday, June 10, 2007

The Greatest You Tube Clip Ever

Just sayin'.






I've always known Matt Groening to be an honest, forthright, intelligent guy. I'm glad you all agree. Read more