Hockey pet peeve: "when a teammate tips a puck in on you, which is exactly how my first collegiate goal against happened. Thanks, Copper."
As discussed earlier today, Jerimy Finch said Michigan was his leader; now Michigan is his school of choice. Finch is likely to be ranked the #1 player in the state of Indiana and is generally regarded a shoo-in for the top 100. Informative update coming.
Apparently he does this thing with the ball in the hands thing a lot.
Er... this is probably the weirdest find in a while when it comes to the good-old-googlestalking:
A CONCURRENT RESOLUTION honoring Warren Central High School, Indianapolis, Indiana, on the occasion of its third consecutive victory in the Indiana High School Athletic Association's Class 5A state football championship.
Whereas, The Warren Central Warriors marched to a 55-20 victory over Hamilton Southeastern for their third consecutive Class 5A state championship on Saturday, November 26, in the RCA Dome in Indianapolis capping off a 14-1 season;
Whereas, The Warriors were led by senior quarterback Dexter Taylor, who ran for 158 yards and three touchdowns; an imposing offensive line; and junior safety Jerimy Finch, who set up the third score with a 41-yard interception return and added the sixth touchdown with a 55-yard punt return;
Whereas, At halftime, Warren Central was ahead of Hamilton Southeastern 41-7, had outgained its opponent by nearly 200 yards (266-67), and scored on all five of its possessions with the other offensive touchdowns coming on seven-yard runs by juniors Darren Evans and Brad Ellington;
Whereas, The team dedicated this victory to teammate Andre Nicholson, who was injured in the semistate win over Avon;
Whereas, With this victory, Coach Kevin Wright joined his father, Sheridan coach Larry "Bud" Wright, as the first father-son coaching duo to have title wins in the same season;
Whereas, Excellence at this level requires teamwork and cooperation, and it is fitting that this effort be recognized: Therefore,
Be it resolved by the House of Representatives of the General Assembly of the State of Indiana, the Senate concurring:
SECTION 1. That the Indiana General Assembly congratulates the Warren Central Warriors on their third consecutive Class 5A state football championship and wishes them well in their future endeavors.
SECTION 2. That the Principal Clerk of the House of Representatives transmit copies of this resolution to team members, coaches, managers, Warren Central's school principal, and the school's superintendent.
This is the first time I've found a government citation that can be construed as a positive for a recruit. Warren Central has been demolishing the competition in Indiana for the last three years, as mentioned in the Senate resolution. Finch picked off two passes in the first half of their latest state championship throttle-job, returning one for a touchdown and the other to the three yardline. They were two of his ten on the year.
During a game against #2 ranked Ben Davis (Warren Central was #1), Finch showed up on the boxscore in an unexpected way, being credited with a 75 yard touchdown pass. Say what?
But just when Ben Davis looked to use that emotion to force a punt, Warren Central punter Jerimy Finch turned potential disaster into a go-ahead score.
On paper, it was a 75-yard touchdown pass to Jason Stewart. In reality, the play covered 102 yards as Finch had to retreat into his end zone to pick up a high snap. Then, after running 20 yards to his right and still in the end zone, he heaved the ball to Stewart, who outjumped two defenders at his 40. Stewart then turned and ran 60 yards for a 28-21 lead.
"That's a situation where you practice a 'fire' call and you don't want to get tackled in the end zone for a safety," Wright said. "In this case, Jerimy is an ex-quarterback and probably has the best arm on our team. He made a heads-up play, but we also got lucky."
Yes, Finch is also the punter, and apparently a pretty good one. I couldn't find junior-year stats, but as a sophomore he averaged 40.1 yards a kick. Not the 55-70 Zoltan The Inconceivable will average, but in case the Romanian Sensation kicks his leg into orbit or something he can be a tenuous backup plan.
If you missed it earlier, Sunshine Preps posted video of Finch a while ago.
Given all that, it's unsurprising the praise for Finch is widespread and fawning. Around August Scout put out a "Ask the Scouts" article and asked "September 1 is the first day colleges can officially offer players in the class of 2007. Who is the one player you would offer?" Chris Pool responded thusly:
Chris Pool: Jeremy Finch, a 6-foot-3, 205-pound, safety from Indianapolis (Ind.) Warren Central, is the young man that I would offer right away. Finch is a freak of nature. He has the size of a linebacker and hits like one as well but he has the speed and instincts of a defensive back. Finch is versatile and he could develop into a linebacker at the next level. Warren Central head coach Kevin Wright says Jeremy Finch is a "Oh and Ah" type of guy that just brings people to their feet.
Peegs.com said "the hard-hitting, physically impressive junior could end up being one of the top three safeties in the country by the end of the summer"; ESPN gives him an 80 and says
Finch is a ballhawk with an impressive motor ... He has all the physical tools you look for in a safety and the upside to develop into an outstanding playmaker.
...And finally, Pool returns and compares Finch to Purdue headhunter Bernard Pollard.
So: excellent pickup at a position of need, be it safety or WLB. With four-ish safeties in the last two classes, expect Ronald Johnson and Eugene Clifford to be recruited at corner. Michigan is looking for defensive backs in vast quantity this year, so a third safety is a possibility, though perhaps a distant one.
Update 5/11: Removed MI CB Cedric Everson (not listed in his top five) and PA QB Pat Bostick (Pitt), asserted that Michigan leads for IN S/LB Jerimy Finch based on straightforward "Solid Wolverine Lead" head on latest Superprep article. Linked to Scout interview with IL RB Robert Hughes.
Editorial Opinion: Everson's lack of interest in Michigan seems disappointing since the articles about him claim offers from everyone from USC on down and return touchdowns in every game as a junior, but there's a lot of speculation out there that Everson's father is engaging in a snow job of epic proportions. Insiders are claiming that the reported Michigan offer is dubious and his reported stats are even goofier... so it's hard to tell exactly what Michigan is missing out on.
Speculation that Michigan leads for Jerimy Finch has turned into solid evidence thereof. Witness the article above($) link. The Wolverine's latest article on him is headlined "UM closing in on verbal No. 6?" Hopefully the answer to that is "yes," as Finch is supposed to be the #1 prospect in Indiana and a top 100 lock. He'll play either safety or WLB at Michigan.
Robert Hughes is tougher to read. The GBW article has a smattering of encouraging quotes...
"I have eight offers so far," he said. "I've got offers from Illinois, Virginia, Purdue, Oklahoma State, Kansas State, Mississippi State, Michigan -- most definitely Michigan -- and Minnesota.
"I'm very open to the recruiting process, but Michigan will most definitely be at the top of my list when I start taking visits."
...but they seem of the "let's tell this guy what he wants to hear" variety. I doubt anyone on Hughes' current offer list is a serious threat to Michigan, but ND and OSU are also involved. Contrast the sunny optimism of the GBW update to this from Rivals' Mike Farrell:
Chicago running back Robert Hughes has been rumored to be favoring Illinois and Notre Dame, but he mentioned that his dream school is Miami and an offer from the Hurricanes might send him packing down south. Hughes and good friend Martez Wilson could be a package deal. If that were to be the case, Illinois would be the team to beat because of academic restrictions at Notre Dame. Wilson just received an offer from Southern Cal the night before the combine so the Trojans could also be in the mix.
No Michigan mention whatsoever(!). I'm not sure who the academic concerns are aimed at, but it seems like it's Wilson. If that's the case you can take heart in the fact that Farrell doesn't seem to know what he's talking about, as Wilson was just offered by both Michigan and Notre Dame among a number of other schools. He's been wrong in the past. That article has one other bit of interesting information, a name (and what a name it is) of a Cass Tech corner likely to be the #1 prospect in Michigan in 2008:
There was quite a buzz surrounding 2008 cornerback Boubacar Cissko, a teammate of Barksdale, during drills and one-on-ones amongst college coaches. The 5-foot-9, 175-pounder isn't huge, but he has great hips and feet and is a shutdown corner who still has an inch or two left to grow.
A must get on name alone. We need to work on some sort of fake punt package involving him, Zoltan Mesko, and Mister Simpson. It's not Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance: it's better.
To paraphrase Lewis Black ("If you like to drink and you've never been to Ireland... you're stupid."), if you like sports but don't have an NHL team that you follow in the playoffs, you're stupid. Simmons backlash bandwagon members will be happy to note that this principle places him solidly in the stupid camp.
In any case, sometime during the fourth intermission of last night's Sharks-Oilers game I remembered that I had whiskey and if I was ever going to use some of it I was going to use it now. Three minutes into the third overtime, Shawn Horcoff -- yes, that Shawn Horcoff -- finally slipped a puck past Vesa Toskala's five-hole and I collapsed, still twitchy from the tension built up over the last five... six? ... hours. I dimly recalled a time during which I was not watching the Oilers game, and then I went to bed.
So, yeah, if anything stupid appears here, blame Canada.
A few bullets on the 'new' NHL:
- Prohibiting a change after you ice the puck is just as effective and brilliant as I'd hoped it would be. It's turned icing from a good play when you're trapped in your zone into a terrible one. Time and again Edmonton has iced the puck against San Jose, usually with the iffy Bergeron-Greene defense pairing on the ice, and each time out come Joe Thorton and Rocket Richard winner Jonathan Cheechoo to strike some fear into the hearts of Oilers fans everywhere. Fortunately for Edmonton, Peca, Horcoff, and Stoll are dominating the draws.
- Anyone who watched San Jose's brutal teutonic forecheck batter the Oilers into goo in games one and two knows the oft-heard complaint that the emphasis on calling obstruction penalties has removed the physical element of the game is bunk. All three games in this series have been filled with crunching hits from start to finish. Sharks speed demon Milan Michalek got his head in the way of a Raffi Torres shoulder from hell and finished game two looking like a prize fighter in the twelfth round. No penalty was called, as the play was clean.
- The trapezoid seems pretty useless.
- It's hard to believe that anyone was against the legalization of the two-line pass, right? Next stop: evil, blighted offsides.
- Sharks fans are quality; The Tank has been amped up to a nigh-Edmontonian level.
- I can't find words better than these from Battle of Alberta to describe Roloson's second overtime save on Cheechoo:
It evoked an involuntary groan as my soul reentered my body.
Hurray! Anyone who glanced into the south endzone during a game last year saw an incongruous bunch of students occupying the worst seats in the house, far away from the rest of their compatriots. Michigan Sports Center dug up an MLive article reporting this issue is going to be resolved with a newly expanded student section. The band is returning to its previous home within the student section. MSC also brings up a problem I experienced for the first time this year: you can't hear the band in large parts of the south side of the stadium -- maybe some speakers would help out.
The RCMB is good for something. Yost Built found this bit of excellence there, after all:
Etc.: Jonathan Tu gives us the Onion-style lowdown on Tressel & Carr.
5/10/2006 - Pistons 97-91 Cavaliers - Pistons Lead 2-0
Don't they know I'm Bron Bron? Bron Bron sad.
Bron Bron miss Washington Matadors.
There's only one thing you can possibly say about the prison shizz that went down at the Palace on Monday and Wednesday: holy butt Jesus. Do not be fooled by Wednesday's final score, as the Pistons took double-digit leads into each quarter and we're never seriously threatened, leading by 20 most of the way. Combined with the 27-point pimp-slap from Monday, it's almost enough to make you feel sorry for the Cavs who aren't fools who antagonize Rasheed Wallace (Anderson Varejo, Zydrunas Ilgauskas), Nike's anointed (LeBron), or Damon Jones (Damon Jones). Can these really be playoff games? Second-round playoff games?
Perhaps. And perhaps the real reason the Pistons didn't challenge the Bulls' wins record was boredom. Early in the season, I called my good friend Kit ("Like the car, only David Hasselhoff isn't in me," he says), who lives in New York and has only the Food Network for cable and asked him if he had seen the game. He had not. I tried to explain, but only managed to say "they're good" several times in a progressively more alarmed tone. Kit said "yeah," but I don't think he really understood the frightening magnitude of what we were seeing.
This awe continued up until the point where the will-they-catch-the-Bulls chatter was dispelled by a smattering of losses across the month of December and then it was gone. The Pistons, dismayed by the puny mortals they were forced to smite on a daily basis, were often bored and infrequently dominant. It seemed that once they had proven to themselves that the ugly but effective caterpillar had emerged from its defensive cocoon, they could coast most of the season. I missed the innocent vigor of the early portion of the season, when the Pistons flexed their muscles to see just how far they could fling boulders. Watching them ruthlessly batter patsy after patsy was sports morphine.
Well, it's back. And I might start watching games with a blankie, just in case the team goes all Skynet on us and turns evil. (Yes, I know Skynet wasn't technically evil and only acted in self-defense. Take shower! Get a girlfriend!)
A certain TNT commentator summed everything up in one sentence:
"I will say this, we are witnessing something...
we're witnessing an asskicking."
Have I mentioned that I support Charles Barkley's candidacy for anything from county drain commissioner to Supreme Imperator Of The Galactic Federation? That's a mildly funny line in when written by an know-nothing blogger -- in fact, I had intended to lead this column with that almost verbatim -- but is the apex of hilarity when delivered on national television by a man who is indirectly paid by Nike and their stupid ad campaign.
That line was the capper of a four-day run in which everything came up roses for Pistons fans. The home team beat LeBron James and four guys who suck like they stole something -- something like momma's anal virginity. Mamba got bitch-slapped out of the playoffs like it was game five of the '03 Finals. Team Mexico and Miami got spanked at home like the naughty girls they are. The softbatch San Antonio crowd was so incensed by the fact that every time San Antonio fouled someone it was called they politely chanted "Ref you suck" for large swathes of the second half, eschewing the more traditional "bullshit."
Bullets of Utter Domination:
- How can everything be going so swimmingly? Have I mentioned my playoff beard? That's right. Playoff beard. I am accepting baskets of fruit in appreciation.
- You've seen the goofy "team roles" on TNT's NBA broadcasts, right? Ben is "grit," Hamilton is "efficient scorer," etc. Lebron? "Savior." Just savior. Not "team savior" or "basketball savior," just "savior." Guess that makes the Pistons Pontius Pilate.
- Stackhouse looks like a much, much better player when he's not surrounded by Michael Curry, Chucky Atkins, and Ben and thus forced to score 30 points a game. I wouldn't take the Hamilton trade back -- the man wears a mask all the time -- but Stack's all right by me.
- The "tilt" defense -- essentially a one-man zone just outside the low block by whatever post guy is handy whenever the Cavs try to iso LeBron at the elbow -- employed by the Pistons appears to be the first serious effect that the liberalized illegal defense rules have had on the game. Any team that seriously wants to prevent a star player from creating their own shot from an iso set can employ it at the low, low risk of a skip pass to the corner through a thicket of hands. The Cavs seemed helpless in the face of it, as LeBron's driving was almost entirely removed.
- Words cannot express how dear I hold the TNT studio show. Ernie, Kenny, and Charles have terrific chemistry, are fearless in their commentary, and are just damn funny. With the recent Big-N-Rich implosion of Gameday it's the undisuputed king of the talking-head shows, and there are no scheming princelings. If TNT was to buy out ESPN's NBA rights I would probably make a little yipping sound and click my heels together in fey fashion.
- More Barkley: "I took some good players over to Europe to play, and he [Dirk Nowitski] dropped 50 on us.... so I ask him 'How old are you' and he says '19' so I tell him 'I'll give you any amount of money in the world if you go to Auburn"
Kenny Smith: "Isn't that cheating?"
Charles Barkley: "We're in the SEC, if you aren't cheatin, you ain't tryin. We got Alabama, Georgia, Florida..."
- Things faster than Antoine Walker. (via DBB)
One Last Thing
Warning: if you go into seizures at mindblowing photographs, don't look down.
What on earth can Bill Laimbeer be saying to Kid Rock? Caption contest!
(as in "the one in which I agree with my readership": college)
My body's saying "let's go," but my jersey's saying "hyyyyarrrr!!!"
...has had a significant amount of news come down the pipe recently. To wit:
Aaaargh! A defection! Sort of: Zach MacVoy is leaving Michigan for the USHL. From there he'll recommit to a college that will put him on the ice. MacVoy played in about half of Michigan's 41 games a year ago but missed 14 of the last 16, something that did not look to improve with the (presumptive) return of all forwards save Kaleniecki and Ebbett. Good luck to Zach as long as he doesn't end up at State.
The USHL gives as it takes away, as '06 forward recruit Trevor Lewis continues to rocket up in the estimation of hockey scouts everywhere. The Des Moines Buccaneers (hyyarrr!!!) went from missing the playoffs to USHL champions this year with Lewis as their captain, prompting articles like this called "Hidden Trevor," which I originally thought was some sort of tortured Hidden Tiger, Crouching Dragon reference because I am retarded for Zhang Ziyi.
Anyway, Bob Miller of The Wolverine talked with Lewis' coach recently:
I'm not sure if I can say enough about Trevor. The accolades he received this year from the USHL say it all: USHL Player of the Year, USHL Curt Hammer Award winner (the first time in the history of the league that a player has won both), All-USHL First team, and he finished 2nd overall in points in the league. He's rated #30 for North American skaters in the final NHL Central Scouting rankings. There is a good buzz about him by NHL teams that he's got a chance to go late in the 1st round and won't go later than the 2nd. He tied for the point lead in play-offs - and really helped to carry our team. He developed into a solid leader when he was appointed Captain in January (we lost our previous captain to injury).
The Hammer Award is, ironically, the USHL equivalent of the Lady Byng.
The best part about Lewis is that he should be ready to make an impression immediately upon matriculation. He's a year older than most freshmen and played at a high level in the USHL, which is a league on a whole different level from the Junior A leagues in Canada that produced freshman year disappointments Andrew Cogliano (mild) and Tyler Swsytun (severe) a year ago. There may be a slight adjustment period, but I would pencil him in on the top two lines.
Des Moines' coach also commented on '07 forward commitment Aaron Palushaj.
The CHL draft may be changing significantly. This matters how? Well, prospective CHL players have taken to rumbling about going the NCAA route in the weeks leading up to the draft, causing an artificial slide in their position so that a team they have pre-arranged a deal with can scoop them up later than their talent dictates. Chris Heisenberg explains the situation in-depth if you'd like more detail.
Reducing the prevelance of 'cooking,' as this sandbagging is generally called, would help the competitive equity of the CHL, make their draft significantly more comprehensible, and potentially push a few guys from the CHL to the NCAA. The effect of the latter factor is likely to be extremely small -- you're either a college guy or you're not -- but it would reduce nasty surprises. Heisenberg doesn't think it'll ever happen, but The Scouting News says that (scroll allll the way down) they've "learned the highly reliable sources major changed may be made to the OHL draft over the summer months." (Apparently the Babelfish is moonlighting as a hockey scout.) Despite the sketchy nature of the site, which has been around for a while in various incarnations, these guys do have connections.
Speaking of the OHL draft, this one was a portentious one for Michigan fans as their three 2008 recruits -- highly touted all -- were eligible. Robbie Czarnik went in the sixth round to Oshawa, AJ Jenks went in the seventh to Plymouth, and Wohlberg was undrafted. That's very late for three guys who are shoo-ins for the USNTDP and garnered offers from Michigan at least six months ago and should defuse any lingering paranoia about poaching. Plymouth taking Jenks is mildly worrying -- is Czarnik really going to go wherever Oshawa is? -- but those who have spoken first-hand with him say he's committed to his, er, commitment. As per usual, a bunch of guys who made noises about college were scooped up by teams like London late in the first.
No Kitchener, no London, and no early picks, though: exhale.
Johnson, Hensick, and Hunwick have not yet stabbed us in the eye, but one of them will. And then we'll be like all "arrrgh" and they'll be all like "what, don't you learn?" and we'll all be like "no!"
At some point during the XFL era -- if a year can be called an era -- I absentmindedly flicked on a game between the Austin Stone Colds and the Shreveport There Aren't Any Wrestlers Called Shreveports and let my eyes linger over the football-like substance presented therein. Ben Huff was playing for one team or another and sacked the quarterback. I said to myself, "hey! Ben Huff!" and that was that. Like Eric Mayes, Huff had the bittersweet fortune to be a member of the 1997 national championship team in spirit only, watching his senior year from the sideline due to injury. That seemed like a big deal at the time.
Ben Huff died suddenly Monday due to unspecified causes. He was thirty-one.