Wudder Sports MLK Day Bonus Cut: Divisional Weekend Wrap, NFC East Schadenfreude, The Process In The District
Divisional Weekend Round-Up
Nostrabombus headed into the early-turned-late game Sunday night 3-0 on the weekend NFL playoff prognostications.
With all apologies to any of our Kansas City area readers, already dealing with glaciers of ice out in that storm, the losing result was not the first, second, or even twentieth time an Andy Reid-coached team has sullied our otherwise perfect weekend.
^^^This underrated, angst-filled Ang Lee flick was "American Beauty" two years ahead of time.
"We'll go ahead and take care of Bill for you, Big Guy, but you should probably hire a clock-management specialist this off-season."
I’d say blame it on Jake Fisher for taking that awful penalty on the two-pointer, but then, who drafted Jake Fisher, and *cough* Danny Watkins?
We would have liked to have seen Big Red bust thru that brick wall that’s kept him out of the Conference Championship game since being in Kansas City.
The 30-Year-Old, Canadian Fire-Fighting, Rugby Player turned Offensive Guard, Danny Watkins became the poster boy for arguably the worst draft in Eagle history, 2011. The only player of the eleven drafted that year who made any impact is the mouthy, light-in-the-ass older, two-penalty-a-game, less talented brother of the Chiefs tight-end Travis Kelce, center Jason. Meanwhile, we think Travis is protesting a bit too much about that obvious hold on James Harrison at the end of the Checifs playoff loss to the Steelers Sunday night.
*Runs Into Jerry World to hurl a hammer like the Macintosh "1984" Super Bowl ad,
or GODgers rolling left, then flicking a sideline laser, across his body, 40 yards downfield to Jared Cook*
But the important thing, by a Texas-sized mile, is that GODgers delivered us from Evil, with a crucial assist from Mason Crosby, who made not one, two (yup, we count the one nullified by timeout), but three field goals of over 50 yards in the final two minutes.
Flock of Eagles was delighted to be able watch every one of our three NFC East rivals get gutted like a fish over the past three consecutive weekends.
We didn’t win a Super Bowl, but we did win some Schadenfreude.
Now we just need Pittsburgh to beat the Patriots, and then we’ll pretty much be deal with any other result.
We'll be back later this week to pick winners for next weekend’s conference championships.
If you’ve already been investing any of your emotions, or even your cold-hard cash, with Nostrabombus, that brings us to 6-3 so far, this postseason, with three road-upset money-line outright-win calls to boot, like Crosby.
You’re Welcome©Derrick Coleman
About an hour before tip-off at Union Station, Washington D.C. Saturday January 15th, 2017.
Bomb & G-Man post-game ready to hit the town + forget about the ugly game inside Verizon.
Young Bambino's first trip to D.C., age seven, Fall 1983.
"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation, like the emancipation proclamation"-U-God on 'Protect Ya Neck' by Wu-Tang Clan
The Process Invades the District
Transitioning from the most talented young big man of 1990, to the most talented young big man of 2017 and beyond, Joel Hans Embiid, during a week of transition down in our nation’s capital.
This is your friendly, Stream of Process-ness reminder, that today is the last day to exercise your right to vote, in a process you actually still have some power: getting JoJo into the All-Star starting lineup.
Go vote here or if you’re on Twitter, simply tweet “Joel Embiid #NBAVote”.
Every game with Embiid participating is better for it.
Look no further than Friday night’s Sixers win in Philly, compared to Saturday night’s Jahlil Okafor-led blowout loss in D.C., for recent irrefutable evidence of that fact.
On the positive note, at least it becomes clearer by the day that Okafor is the guy we need to dump around the trade deadline, or at latest, or on Draft Night in late June.
It’s just not going to work.
They go from being the league’s stingiest defense when Joel is on the floor, to its most porous when Jah is in his place.
He also needs the ball in the post to trigger plays for the offense, coupled with fifteen to twenty field goal attempts nightly, to be effective with his antiquated style.
Please Basketball Gods, Figure Out A Way To Get Them To Swap Jerseys.
The Verizon Center Is For The Children...well, at least at halftime of the Sixers' visit it was.
Joel "The Process" Embiid post-game with some of the Philly Phaithful Trusters of the Process.
Hopefully Ernie Grunfeld saw the empty, ostensibly nice stat line that Baby Fat put up at the Verizon Center, and might try to give us a guard for him.
We highly doubt that, but hey, a man can dream, can’t he?
Shout out to our D.C. folks for the hospitality, Todd Greene for the ESPN suite seats, The Rights To Ricky Sanchez crew, many of whom we met at the game or at Penn Social, the Boundary Stone DC and last, being first, shout out on this holiday Monday to the man who had a dream.
Let’s hope one day that dream becomes a reality, while in DC, we all brace for the impending nightmare of a reality show we’re all going to have to live in together.
For pro basketball fans, ironically a day many of us have off from work, in salute to one of the most important black American figures of the last century, this Monday is one of the busiest work days of the year in the NBA.
Today is no different, with a star-studded slate featuring the aforementioned Embiid playing in Millwaukee, the latest rematch installment of the last two (and upcoming) NBA Finals between the Cavs and Warriors, wrapping up with Russell Westbrook bringing his Scorched Earth Triple-Double Vengeance Tour back to his hometown of Los Angeles, against the Clippers in the late game.
Time to wrap this up and go watch.
Happy MLK Day from your friends at Something In The Wudder, Ladies & Gents.
Peace and Love,
Bomb
"Trust The Friendship", said Super Dario, "we're a little beyond just the process now", before adding, "Joel Embiid deserves to be an All-Star, he's probably the best big man in the league".
RIP Alan Vega, author/singer (while a member of the electro/protopunk duo, Suicide) of this song, that Neneh Cherry & The Thing perform here. Vega was yet another musical casualty of 20SickDream, but the sentiment and the song, will live on...forever.
