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Are the Patriots..... DOOOMED?
Check out the latest from the SportsGuy blog.... classic stuff...
http://espn.go.com/page2/s/simmons/blog/040129.html
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HOUSTON -- For the past eight years, Sony PlayStation and 989 Sports have thrown a Super Bowl party together. For the past eight years, one star from each Super Bowl team has competed in the most current version of "NFL GameDay." And for the past eight years, the player who prevailed ended up winning a Super Bowl ring just a few days later.
Now that's pretty impressive. Eight-and-oh? According to the strangest man I've ever met in my life, ABC co-worker Rick Rosner -- a guy who has a "Born to do math" tattoo -- the probabilities against this happening are very high. Clearly, something creepy was happening here.
So, when I found out that Troy Brown was playing Steve Smith for this year's championship ... well, I needed to be there. Was the Super Bowl really about to be decided before the actual game? More importantly, if Smith lost the game, would he inexplicably punch out my man Troy -- re-enacting the way he punched out his teammate in the receivers meeting last season?
I needed to know this stuff. The event was being held at Icon, a brand spanking-new, ultra-chic hotel located right on Main Street -- perfect in case you want to toss down a few martinis, then get pancaked by the Light Rail train on the way home. By all indications, the Icon is becoming the happening hotel this week. There's a drinking lounge on the second floor that's downright cool -- multiple rooms, dim lighting, comfy sofas and chairs, and about 45 waitresses walking around. And these aren't ugly waitresses. I can't wait to see a drunken NFL player drink too much Courvoisier, get confused and offer one of the $200 for a lap dance.
(That reminds me, here's a bonus point for Texas: The women are beautiful. The younger ones look like Fembots; the older ones have impeccable grooming and could easily guest-host any morning show. And they're wasted next to goofy, fat guys in cowboy hats, or chain-smokers with bad toups. Go figure.)
With about 300 media members on hand, the streak had obviously taken on a life of its own. Everyone was crammed into a lounge off the front lobby, grouped around a makeshift stage covered with plasma TVs, with the game console and the player's TV facing the audience. I wandered around looking for a line on the game; nobody had one. Why the hell wasn't this on sportsbook.com? Since Brown won the title two years ago, I made him a three-point favorite -- then wagered against the nearest available opponent (a guy who works with Tony Bruno).
Our announcers for the evening? Pat O'Brien and Deion Sanders. Pat was wearing a Kangol hat, grey suede jacket and jeans that were anchored by an oversized Texas belt buckle. "Does he realize that he's white?" somebody behind me asked. Excellent question. I like Pat though -- I like anyone who could wear that outfit in front of 400 people.
Meanwhile, Neon Deion was wearing one of David Byrne's leftover suits from the "Stop Making Sense" concert. He and Pat made quite a combo.
Brown and Smith come out to mild applause, wearing matching cornrows and seeming just a little too intense. Hey, I don't blame them. With the well-known streak on the line, apparently teammates of both guys were putting extra pressure on them this week. Pat announced that they would be playing three-minute quarters, which I thought was an outrage. Any true video football battle needs to have five-minute quarters. It's not even a debate. One turnover and you're done. Whatever.
Troy wins the coin toss, takes the ball and drives down the field in six plays, pretty much using the same play every time -- a quick run up the middle from Antowain Smith. 7-0, Patriots. This is good. That led to this exchange:
Me: If I were playing, I would move up my strong safety and use one of those 4-3 defenses that stacks the line.
Cute lady behind me: (Dead silence, semi-horrified)
Now, Smith had the ball. After two shaky plays, he busted Stephen Davis up the middle on third-and-long ... and Davis never stopped running. In real life, he would have pulled up lame at the 20 with a hip flexor. Not in video games. Tie game.
Smith hopped up, started to do a dance and stopped himself. "What's up?" he yelled, his heart not really in it. "What's up????" Without 400 people in the room, I'd bet anything he would have added a good-natured F-bomb. Now, this would have been a perfect time for Brown to say, "Sorry, I can't hear you, my Super Bowl ring is clogging my ear." But he didn't. He should have hired me as his manager.
To his credit, Brown responded with a time-consuming drive that chewed up most of the abbreviated second quarter. With a little more than a minute to play, holding the ball on first down inside the 20, Brown made his first mistake: He angered the Video Game Gods. That's right ... he just sat there letting all 35 seconds of the play clock click down, so Smith couldn't get the ball back before halftime. Somewhere Mike Martz was beaming in approval.
"This is bad," I told the cute lady behind me. "He's angering the Video Game Gods. You can't do this."
While she glanced around for a security guard, I turned back to the game just in time to see Antowain running the ball up the middle, getting another first down, then... SPLACK! Fumble!!!!!!!! And the Panthers recover!
Now I'm furious. That was Troy's fault. Everyone knows that football games have an "All right, this guy's playing like a wuss" trigger that activates something bad to happen. It's a distant cousin of the "No F------ Way Game," the game when you've won too many games in a row during a season, and the Play Station activates that "There's no f------ way you're winning this game" chip.
Smith doesn't wait very long to capitalize -- he runs Davis up the middle for another long TD. 14-7, Panthers. With just enough time to mount a quick drive, Troy completes a couple of long passes, then goes insane when he gets inside the 20, throwing two up-for-grab, Delhomme-esque passes in the end zone, then taking a killer sack on third down. Suddenly, he's going for it on fourth-and-way-long -- not settling for the field goal -- and that pass gets deflected away as well. Halftime.
As for me, I'm ready to commit a homicide. What's wrong with Troy Brown? Hasn't he ever played a football video game before? He's going to lose the Super Bowl for us! Do I go down and talk to him? Would that be overstepping my bounds? Who's coaching his offense, Kevin Gilbride?
Smith gets the ball to start the second half, as the pilot has officially turned off the "You shouldn't chew your nails at a promotional party for a video game" sign. I'm chomping away. Doesn't matter that I'm standing in the second balcony of the swankest hotel lounge in Houston, surrounded by Fembot cocktail waitresses and PR people. There isn't a bigger dork in Texas.
(And by the way, is "swankest" a word? And if it is, why hasn't somebody named a magazine "Swankest" yet? It could be a men's mag, a porn mag, one of those Maxim ripoffs ... the possibilities are endless. And yes, I'm drunk again. Where was I?)
So what happens? Stephen Davis right up the middle, same play, for another long TD. If that's not bad enough, Deion is screaming "Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" as Pat O'Brien narrates the action. I'm in hell.
"I'm sorry," one of the GameDay PR ladies tells me, sensing that I might jump over the balcony.
"Well, it's a great game you guys have," I hiss at her. "I didn't realize Stephen Davis was the greatest running back of all-time."
(Waiting two beats as she's frozen in horror.)
"I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding," I say, smiling.
(Actually, I wasn't kidding. Please tell me how Stephen Davis outruns every Patriots defender on three straight long TDs on three consecutive drives. Please tell me how this would ever happen in real life. Can't we get Michael Westbrook's video game character in here to cold-cock him?)
As I'm thinking about this stuff, Smith does something unbelievable -- he goes for the two-point conversion ... and gets it to make the score 22-7. There have been rappers who have shot each other for doing that. It's the ultimate insult. Remember the scene in "Goodfellas" when Billy Batts tells Tommy, "Now go get your shine box?" Going for the two-point in front of 400 people is 10 times worse than that. Smith could have stood up and peed on Brown's right leg and it wouldn't have been as insulting.
Rattled by the whole thing, Troy completely abandons his game plan, resorting to the old Geoff Gallo playbook. Geoff was my roommate in the mid-'90s -- when we played Madden, he would drop the QB back 15 yards, have him run around for 10 seconds and elude pass-rushers, then throw the ball deep and hope one of his receivers made a play. Sometimes, it even worked! This used to drive me insane, especially when he cackled after a big play. Right now, he's reading this and cackling, and even that's annoying me.
Here's the point: I used to beat Geoff all the time. That Gallo offense doesn't work. It's never worked. It's like using a band-aid instead of getting stitches -- yeah, maybe it will stop the bleeding for a little while, but the cut's not closing if it's deep enough.
Now they're trading touchdowns, as I contemplate moving to my toenails, Brown gets a big play using the Gallo offense. Taking a page from Dick Vermeil's playbook, he eschews the onside kick and kicks away -- bad move, since he hasn't stopped Smith once -- and Smith answers with another long Davis run (his fourth of the day).
(By the way, if Stephen Davis was one-tenth as good in real life as he is in this game, we would still be talking about the greatest athlete of all-time. I feel very strongly about this.)
With time dwindling and Deion's cackling gaining steam, Brown responds with another TD from the Gallo offense ... but wastes a timeout in the process (I never realized he graduated from the Art Shell School of Clock Management). There's 1:34 left. Onside kick time ... he doesn't get it. Fortunately, he has two timeouts left, although three would have been even better -- and he doesn't have to resort to the "Intentional onsides to stop the clock" maneuver, a Bill Simmons staple, and definitely something that teams should try in real life (I highly recommend it).
Following two short runs (and two timeouts), it's time for the play of the game: third-and-11 for Smith. If he's smart, he's passing here. A lesser man would run the ball, hope for a first down, chew up some clock and punt away.
Here's what happens: Delhomme back to pass, scrambles right ... finds Video Steve Smith for a first down. Ballgame.
Absolutely, positively one of the 10 greatest moments of Steve Smith's life.
Nobody will convince me otherwise. He pumps his fist and tries to rein himself in, but you just know he wants to leap around and high-five about 50 cameramen. As for Troy, he sits there with a thin smile on his face, hoping he didn't blow the actual Super Bowl. After it ends, they successfully execute a six-step handshake/hug, talk to reporters and that's that. The player of the game? Stephen Davis, who ran for four touchdowns and 317 yards ... in a game with three-minute quarters. I wish I was kidding.
And as for me ... I mean, I was apoplectic. I was ready to go on one of those Dylan McKay-esque benders, the one where he ends up playing someone in pool for $500 a game and buying heroin from a bald guy with a goatee. But then I remembered something, and this is pivotal:
Every streak comes to an end.
And this Sunday, either New England's 14-game streak goes up in smoke, or we will never hear about this "NFL GameDay" streak again. I'm hoping for the latter.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to chew my toenails.
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Last edited by Franklinnoble : 01-29-2004 at 03:13 PM.
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01-29-2004, 03:13 PM
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