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2005 sports review, LA Saints, Rafael Palmeiro steroids, NBA Dress Code, Tiger Woods, Dwayne Wade, Eli Manning, Carson Palmer, Ron Mexico, Kobe Bryant

2005 Sports Review: What we learned
12/16/2005

Sports Channel / Bullz-Eye Home


A lot can happen in 12 months. Rafael Palmeiro, once a future Hall of Famer, became a sad punch line and the face (one of them, anyway) of baseball's steroid scandal; Kobe Bryant realized he needed Phil Jackson months after running the Zen Master out of town; the Colts went from perpetual disappointment to possible immortalization. Some moments reminded us of why we love sports so much, while others made us wonder why we love sports so much. Names like Dwayne Wade, Daunte Culpepper, Ozzie Guillen and Ricky Williams found their way into the headlines, along with, of course, Donovan McNabb and Terrell Owens.

But like most people, we're tired of all the TO drama. In fact, we're looking forward to taking a little TO vacation for the next few months, at least until some moron GM thinks he can turn him around and gives Owens a contract. Anyway, vacation starts right now, which means Bullz-Eye's 2005 Sports Review is TO free. Well, kind of, anyway.
 
We've broken the year down into three categories: What we learned, What we already knew, and What we
think will happen. Enjoy. And while you're reading, click the icon whenever you see it to catch a
hilarious cartoon from our friends at Bang! Cartoons.

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You may not lose your job to an injury, but you can lose your team to a natural disaster.
New Orleans tumbles into the sea, and Saints owner Tom Benson dances a jig, singing “I Love L.A.” With the team in the worst kind of limbo any major sports franchise has ever seen, a little solemnity would have gone a long way.
"Family Feud"
San Antonio and New Orleans play the Feud, winner gets the Saints.
Pointing your finger at a camera and a bunch of congressmen and saying, “I have never taken steroids. Ever. Period,” does not necessarily indicate sincerity.
We don’t believe Barry Bonds. We didn’t believe Mark McGwire. Most of us are looking at Sammy Sosa suspiciously too. But we believed Rafael Palmeiro when he told Congress that he’d never taken steroids. Of course, a few months after delivering his compelling testimony, and mere weeks after registering his 3,000th career hit, Raffy tested positive for stanozolol, described by one NYU professor as “a mildly strong to strong steroid.” Used to be 500 homers guaranteed your spot in Cooperstown, but that’s not the case anymore. Now, joining the 3000-hits/500-homers club, which only boasts four members, doesn’t even punch your Hall of Fame ticket. Raffy likely thinks he could polish up his rep by coming back in ’06 and delivering some solid stats, but who’s going to take him?
There’s throwing a teammate under the bus (He Who Must Not Be Named), and then there’s throwing a teammate under the steamroller.
Perhaps we’re being a bit hard on Detroit Lions cornerback Dré Bly. After all, his assessment of Joey Harrington (“…Joey’s been here four years, and being the #3 pick in the draft, he hasn’t given us anything”) is not far removed from everyone else’s assessment of Harrington. Still, you don’t do that to your teammates, no matter how bad they are, no matter how tired you are of losing, and no matter if that teammate cost the coach his job. Unhappy about a player’s performance? Stuff him into his locker. Snap his ass with a towel after the game. Whatever you do, do it where no one else can see it. Follow the code, man.
Asking a bunch of mega-rich basketball players to throw on a tie for six months a year is racist.
For all the outrage the NBA’s new dress code generated among the league’s players, you would’ve thought they were required to wear tuxes and top hats 23 hours a day. You’re making millions of dollars to throw a ball through a ring. What’s the harm in looking professional during off-court team functions? With assault, drug and rape charges cropping up on a regular basis, the Players’ Union should be willing to do whatever it can to improve its image. It’s not a “black thing,” as guys like Jermaine O’Neal have suggested. It just so happens that most of the league’s players are black, but Jason Kidd, Yao Ming and Peja Stojakovic have to follow the dress code too. As for Marcus Camby saying players should get a clothing stipend, that’s the kind of crap that makes you like sports just a little less every day.
The golf world still revolves around a guy named Eldrick.
They said he’d already peaked. They said he needed Fluff. They even blamed his new wife. When Tiger Woods failed to win a Major in 2004, many fans wrote him off. “Maybe he’s not the best player in the world, and he’s certainly not the best ever.” Never mind. Tiger hit the comeback trail in 2005 and once again pulled away from the pack, earning six tournament victories, two of them Majors, while claiming Player of the Year honors for the seventh time in nine years. That’s domination. And here’s the kicker: dude turns 30 just before the New Year. Clearly, Tiger is still very much The Man. Meanwhile, does anyone think Nike rigged that chip shot at the Masters? That may have been the greatest golf shot of all time, and as the ball hung on the lip for what seemed like an eon, the Swoosh stood in full view of the entire world. A commercial was born.
Kellen Winslow needs training wheels.
Or at least smarter friends.
"Easy Rider"
Watch Kellen take his bike for a spin, and watch his agents try to save his signing bonus.
Dwayne Wade should have been the second pick in the 2003 draft.
Darko Milicic…Carmelo Anthony…Chris Bosh…good players? Yes, to varying degrees. But, right now, Dwayne Wade trumps them all. A dynamic, entertaining player, Wade has resurrected the Miami franchise and even got good ol’ Shaquille O’Neal to come East to finish out his career. Can Dwayne and the Diesel bring a title to the Heat? It’s possible, but the window is closing on Shaq’s career so the duo better get a move on. One thing’s for sure, they’ll have Pat Riley and his slicked-back stylings leading the way, at least for this season. By the way, wouldn’t “Dwayne and the Diesel” be a great name for a buddy movie?
Randy Moss wasn’t the problem in Minnesota.
A quick look at the standings finds the Vikings in the thick of the playoff race at 8-5, but we all know that’s misleading. Head coach Mike Tice got caught scalping Super Bowl tickets, Onterrio Smith got caught with The Whizzanator in his luggage, and several veteran players, including now-injured QB Daunte Culpepper, got caught hosting a floating sex party, all leaving new owner Ziggy Wilf wondering, “Couldn’t I have found a better way to spend $600 million?” In the past, Moss was the easy scapegoat for all the team’s problems, but with Moss now in Oakland, clearly there’s something else wrong in Minnesota. Departed owner Red McCombs deserves much of the blame, which is likely why he got out when he did, but there’s no doubt in our mind that Mike Tice is the biggest problem. Why are you scalping Super Bowl tickets? Are you really that hard up for money? You’re an NFL coach, for crying out loud – give them to a buddy or a family member. Some claim the Vikings’ recent surge could save Tice’s job, but we’re not buying that. It’s time to clean house. As for Moss, he’s in Oakland grumbling, “Oh sure, they wait until after I leave.”
"The Big Ticket," "Adventures of Onterrio Smith" & "Channel Surfing"
Ticket scalping, The Whizzanator, and the fateful journey of the SS Orgy.
Roy Williams can win a championship.
Run four future first-round picks out onto the floor and just about anyone can coach them to a title. The question is: can he win another?
Drafting Carson Palmer and Eli Manning #1 overall is justified. Drafting David Carr #1 is not.
The Texans thought they got their franchise QB, and still aren’t sure if they did. In Carr’s defense, it’s hard to throw an accurate pass from your back. He’s been sacked an astounding 191 times in 57 games (~3.4 sacks/game), including 110 sacks over the last two seasons (~3.8 sacks/game). Is that the fault of the offensive line or is he holding the ball too long? Probably a little bit of both. Now the Texans are in line for the #1 pick (thanks to Kris Brown’s awful kick against the Titans) and may have to decide between Reggie Bush and Matt Leinart. Our advice: grab Bush and trade Domanick Davis for offensive line help.
"Fun 'n Games with David Carr"
Play Whack-a-Mole and beat the snot out of David Carr, just like opponents do every week.
You don’t have to be big (or black) to be the NBA MVP.
Looking more like Tom Petty than a baller, Steve Nash surprised everyone when he quickly became an MVP candidate last season. He averaged 15.5 points and 11.5 assists on the year but, most importantly, he led the Phoenix Suns to a remarkable turnaround after arriving in Phoenix. Nash became the first Canadian and only the second foreign-born player (Hakeem Olajuwon) to win the award. He’s also just the second player under 6-6 (Allen Iverson) to earn the MVP in the last 40 years, and the first in the last 30 to win the award while not leading his own team in scoring. (Ironically, the runner up last year, Shaquille O’Neal, also didn’t lead his team in scoring.) Finally, Nash was the first white MVP since Larry Bird in 1985-86. White men may not be able to jump, but some of them sure can shoot and dish the rock.
If you’re at a bar and a guy introduces himself to you as Ron Mexico, locate the nearest fire exit.
The joke well is dry for this story, but in case you missed it, check this link. And then buy a shirt.
"Lip Service"
The Justice Guys try to prevent Vick from causing a Herpes outbreak.
George Steinbrenner’s vault has a bottom after all.
While it’s got to be killing Georgie boy that the cross-town Mets have already landed Carlos Delgado, Paul LoDuca, Billy Wagner and the ageless Julio Franco this offseason (and GM Omar Minaya is not done yet), he can’t escape the red glare coming from his balance sheet. A recent report in the New York Daily News confirmed that the Yankees, despite drawing four million fans, will lose around $80 million in 2005, the second consecutive year of being in the red thanks to an obscene $200 million payroll and more than $100 million in luxury taxes. Following another early exit from the playoffs, Steinbrenner is clearly rethinking his strategy. Journeyman pitcher Mike Myers represents the Yanks’ lone free-agent signing thus far, and although they’ve retained creaky-boned outfielder Bernie Williams, reports say the Pinstripers are trying to lure free agent Johnny Damon, but only if Damon’s agent agrees to a small market deal. Your invitation to the pity party is in the mail.
The Spurs are the NBA’s model franchise.
They draft well, they’re frugal in free agency and they coach the shit out of their players. Paying attention, NBA?
The Colts have a shot.
Tony Dungy giggled when the Eagles released DT Corey Simon right before the season started. When the Colts signed Simon several days later, we heard one analyst say, “Dungy finally has his Warren Sapp in Indianapolis.” In turn, Indy finally has some defense to go along with a whole helluva lot of offense. At press, the Colts were 13-0, and while many said the undefeated talk started prematurely, most fans think they’re going to do it at this point. Why? Because the Colts can win any kind of game. If you happen to burn the defense a few times, they can outscore you; if you fall behind early, they can grind out the clock; if you play the run, Peyton Manning will shred you; if you drop the safeties back, Edgerrin James will gouge you. Pick your poison. Really, it doesn’t matter. (Editor's Note: Yes, we jinxed them.)
Doesn’t matter how you get there, just get there.
In the last week of the regular season, the Chicago White Sox weren’t just wounded, they were cornered, caged, and looking down the barrel of Chief Wahoo’s gun. Then, like Arnold Schwarzenegger in “T2,” they rip the gun away from Wahoo, hop on someone else’s chopper, and coast through the playoffs, mowing down their opponents swiftly and remorselessly. In the blink of an eye, all of the talk – and there was a lot of it – about what a bad playoff team the reeling White Sox would make is gone in a 88-year-old puff of smoke. Apparently, no one told them how bad they would be.
Kobe can’t do it on his own.
We admit it: Most of us already knew this. After running his coach and the most dominant player in the league out of town, the Lakers were finally Kobe Bryant’s team. So what does he do? He leads them to a 34-48 record and they miss the playoffs. This year, Phil Jackson is back on board, they’re 12-10 and would be the eighth seed if the playoffs were to start today. It’s a team sport, Kobe. Want to do it all on your own? Take up tennis.
 
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