Category Archives: The Future!!

The Gimmick Offense

So now that we have Oregon and Arizona State dueling (so far) in the desert, I’m reminded of Jeff Cameron‘s disdain for “gimmicky” or “trick” offenses. To wit:

Jeff Cameron ‏@JCameronShow

Because they would likely kick it out of the endzone afterwards & because I disdain chicanery on a damn extra point I would crush the kicker…

Every time Oregon pulled that bullshit in which they sprint out wide on the PAT and then returned to kick it.

I think there is very important distinction to be made here, between what we like as fans of sports and college football and what we like as fans of a certain team.

Sports, for the vast majority of the world, are entertainment. That’s because the majority of the world is not playing sports at all, and an even greater majority are not playing a particular sport, and an even greater majority are not playing whichever particular game is on TV or on the field in front of the fans. And for this enormous majority of people, for the fans, a sporting event is entertainment. And as such, should be as entertaining as possible. At least, this is the way I view it. So when I watch sports, especially games not involving my favorite team, I want to be entertained. In the football context, that means inventive, creative, and unique offenses. Option, triple option, read option, gimmicky, trick, throw the whole kitchen sink at me. I’ll take all of that over 6-3, run over the center, concussion fests. Certainly, the ideal is is a track meet, with both teams scoring in the 30s-40s, and not the (apparent) blowout of this game. Point being, as a general, unaffiliated fan I want to see big plays, I want to see offensive sets I can’t see anywhere else, and I want to see some TD celebrations.

All of this changes when we approach specific fandom. Yes, we would love our favorite team to be entertaining. But what we want them to be most of all is successful. Only the most ideologically stubborn fan (hey Gooners!) would sacrifice wins for style. And as specific fans our desires overlap with the players and coaches of our favorite team. Ultimately we want our favorite teams to be effective. And in the context of college football, that means having a massive defensive line and a mistake-free offense. Until Oregon wins a national championship, or even beats a stout SEC team, their particular brand of offense won’t be “effective” in the way we want from the teams to which we tie our hardcore fandom.

Which is why I can be perfectly happy that Florida State is constructed as it is: dominant D-line, nigh turnover-free offense, and predictable losses to a double-digit underdog when Jimbo’s sphincter tightens and drowns our own offense in conservatism (I kid!); and at the same time I can truly love watching Oregon read option their way all over the Pac12, and West Virginia and Baylor spray TD passes all over a Saturday afternoon. I know FSU will be effective, and I’m glad Oregon is entertaining. I certainly hope Jeff, and Nick Saban, have a decent beer, or an NFL game, to get them through these gimmicky games that are killing college football.

The Beautiful Tradition Like No Other

There is nothing not great about soccer on a golf course:

Via Dirty Tackle, Teddy Sheringham kicks off (BOOM!) the Golfoot Masters in Switzerland. The only thing that could make this any cooler is a Vinne Jones v. Eric Cantona skins game.

PROPOSITIONS IMPOSSIBLE: SF City

The Propositions Impossible Series is a list of ideas that could never happen. Whether too absurd or too perfect, these are not serious suggestions as much as thought experiments. Food for thought that’s probably gone bad.

This installment of Propositions Impossible: In which we put a proper MLS team in San Francisco. MLS First Kick in Portland last night reminded me that SF needs to join its hipster sister cities Portland and Seattle and get an MLS team. Partly so we locals have a team to root for (fuck San Jose. Really. Fuck them in the ear.) and scarves to buy, but mostly so we can get in on this. Here’s the idea:

The team would play in a refurbished Kezar Stadium. It’s historic; built in the ’20s, and hosted the 49ers, Raiders and, most significantly, the California Victory of the USL. It has the capacity; it’s around 10,000 now, but up until ’89 it housed almost 60,000 so it can easily be expanded to a soccer-friendly 20-30K. It’s got the location: Golden Gate (or Golden TAILGate amirite?), Haight Ashbury, nearby bars (Mad Dog in the Fog, Toronado, and Kezar especially), and I think that location provides the built-in kind of fans we’re looking for. If there’s a drawback, there’s almost no parking there, so you’d need good public transitaccess. The N goes pretty close and there are some bus routes nearby, so maybe it wouldn’t be too bad, but it’s an issue.

So yeah, not a bad location

The team would be local. MLS has been great in places (like Seattle and Portland) that have existing, excited fan bases. You could just make a new team out of whole cloth, but here’s what I think would be more fun: A 2-year open tournament among the San Francisco Soccer League teams. There’d be group play, then elimination rounds, and every team in the league is included. The winning squad would all be guaranteed tryouts for the new team, with 4 guaranteed spots on the first-year roster for the MLS club. Plus, the winning club would be folded into the MLS club’s development program, with a youth side, reserves, etc. There’d be a huge influx of soccer talent into the league as teams compete, making San Francisco the center of the lower-tier soccer universe for a couple years, and a bunch of those players might stick around, improving the local leagues. (Plus, there’d probably be a rush of coaching talent as well, which would help schools, clubs, etc. if they remain after the tourney.) And, all of these games would be massively important, especially in the later rounds, building up a fan base as it goes along. It also gives the city and Kezar time to get ready.

The team would continue MLS’s trend of naming teams after famous clubs abroad. The club would be called San Francisco City, or SF City or City for short, and their supporters would be called “Citizens.” You could even import the old “The City” logo from the Golden State Warriors or use the city’s flag as the badge like ManchesterCity does. In terms of colors and uniform design (though it’s probably up to Adidas and MLS) you could steal Man City’s colors as well – sky blue mainly, and red and black change strip. But there’s a LOT of blue, green, and red out in the league already. As much as I dislike orange, it would be cool if they incorporated the Giants’ color scheme with the orange, black and off-white they wear at home. It would give your fan base a built in wardrobe for both teams. OR, you could mix the red of the Golden Gate Bridge with the silver/grey of the Bay Bridge. OR OR, you could call the team Fog City as well, and use the city motto, “Gold in Peace,Iron in War,” as the basis for the colors – gold and dark dark grey. Although those might look like Columbus and Philadelphia’s colors. Obviously, I’m still working through some of the details. Baby steps.

And, of course. shirt sponsor. Although it’d be cool to do something like UNICEF, and I bet the hippies would love it, there’s one that stands out from the rest:

(I don’t know why Google isn’t on SanJose’s jersey. Or Coors on Colorado’s for that matter.)

There you have it. San Francisco’s hipsters need a team. This is the way there. You’re welcome, MLS – you just got way more exciting.

Introducing Your Week 12 Opponent: Florida Gators

With less than two one month week until kickoff, it’s time to end our roll through the upcoming FSU schedule with little-known and untrue facts about the Noles’ opponents in 2007. We finish with a team described by H.G. Wells as “those orange and blue clad harbingers of doom.” Enjoy.

The University of Florida was founded in 1513 by Juan Ponce De Leon, having discovered on the site a “font which pour’d forthe gilded trophies the magnitute of which have never before been seen by Christian man.” The land surrounding the fountain was then named Hoggespaniola, and all treasures to be recovered thereupon claimed for the Spanish Crown. For over 4 centuries El Fuente de los Trofeos del Campeonato Nacional, Mítico y No Mítico, produced awards of unparalleled beauty and significance, all of which were crated by university students and shipped to the Iberian penninsula, for redistribution. The indiginous peoples who had made Central Florida their home objected to this thievery, whereupon they were shot at, attacked with alligators, and chased to the northern reaches of the state, where they took their revenge by founding their own college to collect and harvest fertile young white women.


De Leon ignites the Florida / Florida State rivalry by stating simply, “All your trophy are belong to us.”

The tradition of sending maginificent trophies elsewhere would likely have continued, if not for the intereference of a fiesty young Tennessee native, who in 1966 led a small raiding party north to New Yorke, stole one of the most coveted prizes in the United States, and returned it to the Hoggespaniola campus. At the time, the U.S. Government still considered areas of Florida “so wild and unihabitable as to make a reasonable man cease chase for his very mother into those dank swamps, much less attempt to recover an unsighlty bronze bust handed out every year to some sport’s Mr. Popularity. Fuck it, we say.” The raiding party was known as the Denim Britches Band, led by a man known today only by his website url, but referred to in those days as, The Placekicker. The Placekicker’s raids continued, mostly upon local turkey grillers and private golf courses, until he was exiled from Florida for a term of 15 years.

The Placekicker
The Placekicker prepares for yet another raid with his infamous Denim Britches Band.

The Placekicker returned to Hoggespaniola in 1990, and for the next decade pilfered all manner of trophy that had once been destined for the University of Alabama, especially those for feats on the football field. This prickly pear was especially adept at bear-mauling the egos of his quaterbacks, shoving needles into voo-doo dolls of opposing coaches, and winning a crap-ton of football games. Realizing that the ensuing avalanche of font-spewed trophies would kill an ordinary man, they secreted the famous Placekicker away to a rumored safehouse in the NFC East, while work began on a football-coaching robot that could withstand the sheer weight of El Fuente’s wares.

The beta version of the robo-coach was a half-success. While able to lure the finest of footballing youth to Hoggespaniola, the RZ model was unable to properly function on Saturdays, where sweltering Southern temperatures caused wiring glitches in offensive play-calling, and fourth-quarter defense. In response, El Fuente’s gilded trophies escaped far to the West Coast. And possibly Louisiana. Although three years of getting better and better followed it’s initial launch, the early model robot was redacted from the project and shipped North. There, far from the reaches of debilitating humidity and the title producing fountain, wins are measured only in friendly tazering incidents and currency alteration.

University scientists perfected the robo-coach in 2003. In order to hide their creation from competitors, they named the artificial intelligence after singer song-writers of dubious talent, yet considerable access to hot women, and tested the robot in the furthest reaches of the Western desert. The hard work was justly rewarded, as the robo-coach proved more than able to handle El Fuente’s resurgent glut of trophies, all while sporting leather jackets rejected by Arnold Schwarzenegger from the set of “Terminator.”

All [your trophies] be back!
Urban Meyer, robo-coach, after taming El Fuente de los Trofeos del Campeonato Nacional, Mítico.

Now that Univeristy of Florida has a newly created robo-coach with all manner of cheetahs (chronically inflamed or not), baby rhinos (Ewok or not) and fire-starters (on roster or nearby) at his disposal, it’s true what your granpdpa told you: The road to glory goes through Hoggespaniola.

Previous Opponents: Clemson, UAB, Colorado, Alabama, NC State, Wake Forest, Miami, Duke, Boston College, Virginia Tech, Maryland.

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