Seriously, last week was too embarrassing to even talk about and I think you know why. Mark Sanchez had the world's most terrible game and, of course, I started him instead of Josh Freeman. What was I thinking?!?! Pretty much everything about last week sucked, so I'm not even going to justify it with a usual post. Just know that it was messy, ugly and awful.
On to next week.
xoxo,
Blanche Sanche
Showing posts with label Sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sadness. Show all posts
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Poor Peyton!
It breaks my little heart to hear that Peyton Manning has undergone another neck surgery and could be out for at least 2 or 3 months. As far as quarterbacks go, Peyton is elite. He's smart, he knows how to read the field and make big plays, and he seems like a nice dude. Even after being with the Colts for 13 years, he is still one of the best playmakers out there. It seems like a shame that an injury is going to keep him from the majority of the 2011 season, if not finish his career.
As a Titans fan, I'm looking forward to the Colts season for a couple of reasons. 1. I love Kerry Collins and I'm glad to see that he'll be able to fill in for Peyton until he's healed. I think Kerry still has some fight left in him and it's good the Colts chose to see that too. 2. The other part of me hopes Kerry and the Colts won't gel, opening up a spot in the AFC South for the Titans to swoop in and claim the top seat. Though I still hold a grudge toward the Titans organization for their off-season personnel choices, I still want them to succeed.
However, I truly hope that Peyton can come back from this injury and play better than ever. It would be a shame to watch a whole season without him.
xoxo,
Blanche Sanche
Thursday, February 10, 2011
CBA
Collective Bargaining Agreement. It's omnipresence throughout the season has been palpable. Everywhere you turn, the talking heads are discussing it, so are the players, the owners and the commissioner. But what the fuck is it???
I've taken some time to try to figure out what it is, but it's all over my head. All I can see is that it's a war between owners and players, each wanting more of the hard earned money that we the fans graciously shell out to enjoy our favorite pastime. All I know is that if something doesn't happen by March 2nd, we have no 2011 season. All I hear about are gripes from each side about silly things.
YOU are the ones that make millions and millions off people who can sometimes barely scrape enough money together to go to a game. YOU have inflated ticket prices so high that some of us can't afford to do anything but watch games on TV. YOU get to swim in your Scrooge McDuck money pit while the rest of us work 40-80 hour weeks to live paycheck to paycheck.
Yet, we always come back. Why? Because we LOVE the game.
Why don't you love the game anymore? When was it that you stopped feeling that excitement and anticipation to get out onto the field and started focusing purely on monetary gain?
From what I've gathered, you both have some valid points to your arguments. Players want better care for themselves after they are out of the game and owners want to add 2 regular season games. But is arguing over trivial things like that really worth the possibility of a lockout?
Please think not only of the disheartened fans, but of all those people who will be out of jobs come football season. Stadium workers, vendors, maintenance crews, bus drivers, hotel workers... so many people will suffer because you don't want to play a few extra games or support displaced players. It's not all about you, Mr. Moneybags. There are people whose very livelihood is on the line, give them a little courtesy while hashing out your agreements.
Personally, I would be devastated and jaded without a 2011 season. It would take away the magic I feel when I see those boys on the field in the future. The stadium lights would seem dimmer and it would force me to see behind the shiny exterior of the football mystique and I'm not ready to give that up. I've already had enough heartbreak this year, it's not time for you to stomp the shattered pieces into dust.
xoxo,
Blanche Sanche
I've taken some time to try to figure out what it is, but it's all over my head. All I can see is that it's a war between owners and players, each wanting more of the hard earned money that we the fans graciously shell out to enjoy our favorite pastime. All I know is that if something doesn't happen by March 2nd, we have no 2011 season. All I hear about are gripes from each side about silly things.
YOU are the ones that make millions and millions off people who can sometimes barely scrape enough money together to go to a game. YOU have inflated ticket prices so high that some of us can't afford to do anything but watch games on TV. YOU get to swim in your Scrooge McDuck money pit while the rest of us work 40-80 hour weeks to live paycheck to paycheck.
Yet, we always come back. Why? Because we LOVE the game.
Why don't you love the game anymore? When was it that you stopped feeling that excitement and anticipation to get out onto the field and started focusing purely on monetary gain?
From what I've gathered, you both have some valid points to your arguments. Players want better care for themselves after they are out of the game and owners want to add 2 regular season games. But is arguing over trivial things like that really worth the possibility of a lockout?
Please think not only of the disheartened fans, but of all those people who will be out of jobs come football season. Stadium workers, vendors, maintenance crews, bus drivers, hotel workers... so many people will suffer because you don't want to play a few extra games or support displaced players. It's not all about you, Mr. Moneybags. There are people whose very livelihood is on the line, give them a little courtesy while hashing out your agreements.
Personally, I would be devastated and jaded without a 2011 season. It would take away the magic I feel when I see those boys on the field in the future. The stadium lights would seem dimmer and it would force me to see behind the shiny exterior of the football mystique and I'm not ready to give that up. I've already had enough heartbreak this year, it's not time for you to stomp the shattered pieces into dust.
xoxo,
Blanche Sanche
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
It's finally time to talk about it
I have posted a few entries since it happened, but I still feel incapable of appropriately summing up my feelings about the Jeff Fisher debacle in Tennessee via blog post. It's finally time for me to discuss it. Here goes nothing....
I will try to keep as much of my sentimentality toward Fisher to a minimum, as I've expressed my feelings for him before. But I do have to say that this is the second saddest event to happen in my football-loving career. The first obviously being the death of Steve McNair. (The third, having to see Eddie George in a Cowboys uniform.)
I understand the need for change. I understand that Fisher has only taken the franchise to the Super Bowl once. I understand that Bud Adams is a crazy old man that Anna Nicole Smith would be marrying if she was still alive (R.I.P.)
HOWEVER, what I don't understand is why it all happened. I think Fisher's inability to make more appearances in the Super Bowl was more about the lack of talent on the field and less about his coaching abilities. I genuinely thought that with a new QB this year, the Titans would have a real shot at making it to the big game.
I should have seen the signs earlier. Several of the members of the coaching staff were lured away, or fired, in the weeks leading up to Fisher's removal. I guess an overhaul of staffing choices is how Adams thinks he's going to get a better team and I vehemently disagree.
Should Adams have let Fisher stay and keep his great coaching staff mostly intact, work on finding a new franchise QB and work on the connection between the QB and the receivers, it could have been magic. Instead, they have to start from scratch, building trust between a new coaching staff and quarterback at the same time.
Now rumors are spreading that Fisher is meeting with the Eagles for a coordinator position. I disapprove of that move for several reasons. Fisher is too good to be a coordinator; he needs to be the main man, the one calling the shots. Secondly, I don't want him anywhere near Michael Vick. Sure, he's all reformed now or whatever, but I don't think dog killers deserve to be coached by my coach. Third, Jeff needs a break. This last year really took a toll on him and I think he deserves a year off before another team has the privilege of calling him their head coach.
As big of a hole as a year without Jeff Fisher will leave in my heart, I'd rather give him the time to recoup from the clusterfuck that was the 2010 season so that the next team gets him at his best. Maybe I will use my free flight that I was going to use to see the Titans in Tennessee to go find Fisher in Montana instead.
Jeff is my BFF,
Blanche Sanche
I will try to keep as much of my sentimentality toward Fisher to a minimum, as I've expressed my feelings for him before. But I do have to say that this is the second saddest event to happen in my football-loving career. The first obviously being the death of Steve McNair. (The third, having to see Eddie George in a Cowboys uniform.)
I understand the need for change. I understand that Fisher has only taken the franchise to the Super Bowl once. I understand that Bud Adams is a crazy old man that Anna Nicole Smith would be marrying if she was still alive (R.I.P.)
HOWEVER, what I don't understand is why it all happened. I think Fisher's inability to make more appearances in the Super Bowl was more about the lack of talent on the field and less about his coaching abilities. I genuinely thought that with a new QB this year, the Titans would have a real shot at making it to the big game.
I should have seen the signs earlier. Several of the members of the coaching staff were lured away, or fired, in the weeks leading up to Fisher's removal. I guess an overhaul of staffing choices is how Adams thinks he's going to get a better team and I vehemently disagree.
Should Adams have let Fisher stay and keep his great coaching staff mostly intact, work on finding a new franchise QB and work on the connection between the QB and the receivers, it could have been magic. Instead, they have to start from scratch, building trust between a new coaching staff and quarterback at the same time.
Now rumors are spreading that Fisher is meeting with the Eagles for a coordinator position. I disapprove of that move for several reasons. Fisher is too good to be a coordinator; he needs to be the main man, the one calling the shots. Secondly, I don't want him anywhere near Michael Vick. Sure, he's all reformed now or whatever, but I don't think dog killers deserve to be coached by my coach. Third, Jeff needs a break. This last year really took a toll on him and I think he deserves a year off before another team has the privilege of calling him their head coach.
As big of a hole as a year without Jeff Fisher will leave in my heart, I'd rather give him the time to recoup from the clusterfuck that was the 2010 season so that the next team gets him at his best. Maybe I will use my free flight that I was going to use to see the Titans in Tennessee to go find Fisher in Montana instead.
Jeff is my BFF,
Blanche Sanche
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Speechless
Are you effing kidding me, Titans? Here I am, sitting at my desk, playing skeeball on my phone, when I get a text from NFL.com alerting me that Jeff Fisher will not be returning as the head coach next year.
Tears are in my eyeballs as I type.
I thought we had worked this out. Vince Young is out and we keep Jeff Fisher. You were supposed to keep him, Bud. Did you forget that?
I literally feel my loyalty to the Titans slipping through my fingers. I'm terribly sad and I have nothing left to say today. I'm going to go home, curl up in a ball, and listen to "Broken Hearted"* by Brandy and Wanya Morris while I cry, clutching a picture of Jeff Fisher to my heart.
Done,
Blanche Sanche
*Broken Hearted
Only, broken hearted, life's not over, I can start again,
but I'm lonely, broken hearted, it's a hurting thing to get
over.
I'm young but I'm wise enough to know, that you don't fall in love
overnight.
That's why I thought if I took my time, that everything in love
would be right.
But as soon as I closed my eyes, I was saying to love - goodbye.
But I guess I'm
Only, broken hearted, life's not over, I can start again,
but I'm lonely, broken hearted, it's a hurting thing to get
over.
No more empty conversation, next time I will be totally sure,
Don't want the pain of falling in and out of love, it's more than
my poor heart should endure.
So I listen to all advice, and remember each time I cry
but I guess I'm
Only, broken hearted, life's not over, I can start again, but
I'm lonely, broken hearted, it's a hurting thing to get over
(repeat)
So I listen to all advice, and remember each time I cry....
Only, broken hearted, life's not over, I can start again,
but I'm lonely, broken hearted, it's a hurting thing to get
over.
Never gonna be alone again, that's why I asked you to be my
best friend, boy you know you're always on my mind, I think
about you all the time, I'm only
Only, broken hearted, life's not over, I can start again,
but I'm lonely, broken hearted, it's a hurting thing to get
over.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Ode to Jeff Fisher
I love Jeff Fisher. I have loved him since I became a Titans fan in 2000. So these persistent rumblings of him leaving the Titans to coach for the Cowboys make me sick to my stomach. I awoke to yet another "source" claiming that this scenario is likely to happen this year.
It's almost enough to make a girl cry.
The Cowboys are in a three-way tie for my least favorite team in the league (along with the Patriots and Raiders) and there is nothing that I can make myself do to like them. When Eddie George went to the Cowboys, I was hurt. Eddie, Steve McNair and Fisher are the three men who made me fall in love with the Titans. To have Fisher go to Dallas will break my heart.
I have this fantasy (my proverbial "happy place" if you will) where I'm hanging out with Jeff Fisher, having a BBQ in his back yard that inexplicably backs up to water and has a boat dock. We sit, drink beer, talk about all the great things he's seen during his coaching career and I listen as he fondly remembers Steve. Sometimes Eddie is there too. We hop on his boat and go out into the water; they fish and I make them laugh. It's a jovial time had by all and, though I know it could never happen in reality, a part of me still believes it.
If Jeff goes to Dallas, my happy place is gone.
Blanche Sanche
Friday, December 17, 2010
In Memorium...
I only remember that Chris Henry died because, when it happened, it was plastered all over Perez Hilton and TMZ. I remember that it was a tragic story because he was so young and his death was so unnecessary. However, I don't remember much more than that.
I wasn't a Bengals fan, so I knew nothing of Henry's personal struggles: his arrests and all the drama associated with them. But, today, I read an article that I thought was worth sharing. It brought a tear to my eye and I hope that everyone thinks a few good thoughts for Chris Henry.
A Hand for The Odd Couple
R.I.P. Chris Henry (May 17, 1983- December 17, 2009)
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