In the loosely adapted ways of Dante, I present to you the eleventh canto of Formerly's Football Inferno. I promise nothing when it comes to grammar, punctuation, logical plots, or anything that normally goes into story writing.
For those of you unfamiliar, Dante walks through each region of hell to learn the sins and punishment by talking to those souls trapped. In this circle of Dante's version, those who would commit fraud are punished. In each of the 10 bolgie (subsections), a different type of sin is punished, be it pimpin', flattering, simony (paying the church for blessing), magic, corrupt politicians, hypocrites, thieves, advisors who would promote fraud, "schismatics" (those that would schism religion), or counterfeiters.
As we reached the edge of the 7th circle, we encountered a cliff so steep, it would be impossible to climb down. The abyss seemed to be an endless drop down into darkness. Naturally, we needed a Geryon. Unfortunately, none was to be found.
"So what now?" I asked Crockett.
"Say something bad about America."
"What?" I inquire.
"Say something bad about America. Anything. I'm not going to do it, I'm Davy Crockett for goodness sake."
"Umm… okay? America smells funny?"
Without a second passing, a great "CAW!" came bellowing from the depths. In a flash of fireworks and with the Star Spangled Banner blaring from nowhere, a giant creature came screaming from the deep.
"Who dares defile the name of America! In the name of Ricky Stanzi and J Leman, this aggression will not stand!" proclaimed the great bird.
Cowering on my side, and pointing at Crockett, I yell, "This guy made me do it! He tricked me! Hey wait, why can you talk normally?"
"ENOUGH! I am the great Hawkeye, devourer of corn, strangely named after only my eye, and defender of patriotism!"
Crockett stepped forward, "That'll be enough Hawkeye. The boy didn't mean any harm. We just need your services. We need a ride to the bottom of this here cliff."
"Well, honorable Davy Crockett, I shall grant your request on one stipulation," said the Hawkeye. "You must sing me my favorite song."
"You've got to be kidding me," I reply as I gather my wits.
"Well, Hawkeye, are we talking the Star Spangled Banner, America the Beautiful, or what?" asked Crockett.
"No. Better. I want you to sing Oh! by Girls Generation!"
Crockett and I simultaneously, "You've got to be kidding me."
"No! You will not fly without you singing my favorite song!"
"You obviously didn't see me in Riders of Destiny did you?" asked Crockett.
"There weren't movies in your time Crockett," said the beast.
"Dammit, you've got me there." After a short pause, "Alright, I've got an idea."
In a whirl, John Wayne magically transformed into a 16 year old Korean Girl!
오!Hawkeyes 너무 멋져! 지금은 그들에 대해 노래 것입니다!
After the song was completed, with a tear in his eye, the Hawkeye proclaims, "By Leman, that was beautiful. I shall take you down this cliff. Climb on to my back, and we shall fly like a Ricky Stanzi pass to the endzone!"
With a look of confusion, I ask, "Does this mean we're going to be intercepted and go backwards?"
"Blasphemy! You want a ride or not?!" shouted the Hawkeye.
"Just sayin'. But yes."
Crockett and I climbed aboard. During the flight, I had to ask Crockett just what the hell happened up above. His reply, "you'd be amazed what you learn on the set of Rio Bravo with that slut Angie Dickinson.".
Stunned, I decided to just let things go, finishing the flight in silence.
After landing, we walked down the path, and came up to two cave entrances. To the left, a purple sign reads Chicago; to the right a red sign reads Indiana. "Interesting that Chicago has their own place in hell. They're always the forgotten team," I state.
"Actually, that bolgie is Chicago and Northwestern. Chicago didn't provide enough space to fill the entire realm, so they started putting Northwestern fans in their, too. It really pisses off the Wildcat faithful, being called in Chicago instead of Evanston."
"So this is where fans from opposing schools are kept?"
"Indeed. Each is subjected to a punishment deserving of their respective bases. If you look into the Chicago bolgie, you'll see that Northwestern fans are whipped into pumping gas for eternity. This is punishment for jingling their keys at football games. The Chicago fans are just whipped into submission, as they're just quitters anyway."
"Huh, gas pumpers, huh? I like the irony. It's like rain on a wedding day."
"That's not ironic."
"Nevermind. Anyway, what happens to the Indiana fans?"
"Their heads are turned backwards and they are forced to play basketball without seeing what their doing. They suck horribly and couldn't beat even the lowliest of teams. To complicate it, they're shown clips of the current Hoosiers under Tom Crean. The tears they cry from this freeze right to their face."
"That's so cruel."
"Oh just wait. You see the next two caves, to the left is Illinois. There the fans are subjected to carry lead coats to weigh them down, while being forced to watch the entire history of Illinois football as if Ron Zook had been their coach since the team was started. They're amazingly worse. And to the right, you'll see Penn State's bolgie. There, the Nittany Lion fans are afflicted with a disease that turns them into zombies. They march around hungering for brains."
"I think I'd prefer being a zombie over watching Ron Zook coach a 1920s Illini football team into crap."
"You and me both, son. The next set of bolgies feature Iowa and Purdue. The Hawkeye fans are destined to a life as a stalk of corn. They start as a seedling, grow into a 6 foot tall crop, and then are reaped, feeling the blade tear them into bits, before they return to a seedling."
"As if living in Iowa City isn't boring enough, eh?" I ask as a loud drumming became audible in the distance."
"Purdue on the right here, they've got it about as bad. They spend the after life being dunked into a vat of boiling tar, a victim of their own vats. On top of that, their stupid drum beats in their bolgie, but the demon Purdue Pete has no rhythm, so it's not even a constant beat."
"That's awful, let's move faster."
"That can be done, partner."
"Who's next?" I ask.
"Next is Wisconsin and Minnesota. The Badger fans are placed over a bed of hot coals and forced to jump around."
"The more I hear these, the more I go back to that whole cliché thing we discussed back at the gates to Columbus."
"Noted. But quit interrupting me, boy," Crockett started. "On the left, you can see the Gopher fans crucified to the ground so that people can walk all over them. As you can see, the roof and walls mimic the Metrodome, a place I'm sure all Michigan fans can appreciate."
"Getting walked all over in the Metrodome? Sounds like a familiar Gopher story."
"That it is. The next bolgie coming up is Michigan State's. Before I even tell you what happens there, I'll remind you how cliché everything has been so far, then let you guess. Any ideas?"
"They're subjected to Gerard Butler prance around in a skirt for eternity kicking them into wells, yelling 'this is Sparta?' "
"No, but close! They're made to believe they've been reincarnated into Spartan boys, but as the youngest son, they are to be forever tormented by their stronger, smarter, better looking big brother. And once they've reached a certain age, they're sent to war against the Persians who kill them and start the process over again."
"We've got to get more creative people down here."
"Yeah, you've got to remember, most of the people that run this place are basically the blue hairs from Michigan stadium circa 1927. In life, they were entertained by playing with a stick."
"Indeed. Now, on past the last bolgie."
"Sweet, I'm interested to see how those idiots from Ohio are tormented. Please tell me that they get their nuts busted by continuous kicks to the groins?"
"Actually, the next bolgie belongs to Notre Dame. They may not be a conference member, but to hell with the Irish. The Buckeyes go somewhere else, deeper in hell. We'll get to them later."
"Huh, fair enough. So what happens to the Irish?" I ask.
"Well, you see, they have to plug their head into the ground like emus while their feet are scorched on hot rocks. They're told the strategy of putting their head in the ground is a schematic advantage to lessen the burn. It doesn't really do anything but make them look funny."
Disappointed by such a weak punishment, I reply, "It'd been funnier if punch drunk leprechauns came up and kicked them in the shins at the same time, maybe beat the crap out of them."
"I'll make note and pass that along to Ufer. He's never been much on trusting leprechauns. They look too much like gingers. We're still unclear if gingers have souls, and if they ain't got a soul, then they ain't coming to hell."
"It may suck, but not as bad as Michigan is playing right now. They just lost three straight to Penn State, Illinois, and Purdue. Bad things are happening in your world. Fans are growing restless. We must escape hell quickly, before we lose our chance."
And with that, we quickly made our way toward the final circle of hell.
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If you were unable to see the fight, last night between Silva and Sonnen it is a good one. Last fight with Silva, the guy had to apologize at the end, because of how boring it was, and I kid you not, the guy I went over to his house to see it with, fell asleep even after paying all that money during it. That said you probably won't be sleeping for this. Some great strikes, and unbelievable strategy at play all fight. I don't want to ruin the ending for you if you haven't seen it, but I'll discuss below. Youtube has the fight up right now, so hurry before it gets pulled.
Edit: Youtube, has taken their link down, but if you use the alternate video on this link it is still working.
Unlike Dez Bryant, Tim Tebow seems to be taking his rookie hazing in stride.
I mean, really, Duk: this?
Duk basically copied and pasted every "Is [Coach/Manager] on the Hot Seat?" article in history, and added a little bit about Detroit's record.
Let's do the checkoff:
- Compare to currently well-regarded retired/retiring coaches
Bobby Cox plans to hang 'em up at the end of the year.
- Rhetorical question left unanswered. Because you're asking the question not really making the case that you're making throughout the article.
Might Jim Leyland join them to make a perfect triumvirate of one World Series title managers to be done in 2010?
It remains to be seen.
- When is his contract up? If this year, say it's the perfect time. If not, say it's worth cutting the deal short.
The Detroit Tigers skipper's contract goes through 2011, but the mounting frustration in Motown makes you wonder if he'll be back for another season.
- Suggest the fanbase is into it by suggesting readers go to places that you actually haven't read. Also: do a quick google to see if there's a "fire[name of coach or manager].com"
Visit Twitter or the comment section of any Tigers blog during a game this year and witness invectives toward Leyland that we haven't seen since the '08 team started 0-7 and firejimleyland.com was ready to pounce into action.
- Mention the team's current losing streak as your evidence for the manager having "lost it" if he's old, or "lost the team" if he's not too old, or "is out of his league" if he's young. Make sure coach's biggests successes are minimized by refuting them within the same paragraph.
Not that Detroit fans don't have a reason to seethe. On July 7, the Tigers' record stood at 46-37 and the team led the AL Central by one game. But they've gone 7-18 in the one month since and now trail the first-place Chicago White Sox by nine games with 54 remaining. And while they've been horrid on the road all season, they just dropped three of four games to the White Sox at Comerica Park.
- Sprinkle in more rhetorical questions. After all, we're not making statements here, we are simply asking questions that people want to know!
It looks like they're done, so does that mean that Leyland is also?
- Cursory mention of career-to-date with team, using overall record and things that you remember from like that one game you saw his team play four years ago.
Since coming to the Tigers in 2006, Leyland's overall record is 396-361. He's been at the forefront of a baseball renaissance in Detroit and took the '06 team to the World Series.
- Present other obvious reasons for team's lack of recent success as weak-ass complaining about shit that happens to every other team.
...you can't blame him for the injuries to Joel Zumaya(notes), Brandon Inge(notes), Carlos Guillen(notes) and Magglio Ordonez(notes) this season. And it's not as if he was dealing with a roster — high priced as it might be — that resembled the '27 Yankees to begin with.
- Throw up past complaints, see what sticks.
Then again, Leyland was at the helm when the Tigers flopped to a 74-88 record in '08 and when the '09 team choked away a seven-game lead with 26 to play. This season will likely go down as another highly disappointing mark...
- If the guy's older than 59, make sure you mention his age.
and you have to wonder if the 65-year-old Leyland has it in him to fight through a long winter of criticism.
- Suggest firing as a hypothetical
Or if he'll even be allowed back.
- Fill to 210 words by undermining the plausibility of your argument.
Leyland has been saying that he'll manage as long as his health will allow, so I don't think he'll voluntarily head for the door. And Tigers owner Mike Ilitch has been plenty loyal to Leyland in the past,
- See if you can work in a back-handed reference to his age again.
so it's hard to see him stopping now and sending a fellow old-timer out into the streets.
- Mention the word "hot seat"
But the hot seat is only going to get hotter if the Tigers continue to sink over the season's final two months...
- Finish by asking readers for their opinion, because we're just discussing here. I'm not sayin' he should be fired, I'm askin' if he should be fired. I'm asking questions!
What do you think? How much blame should Leyland shoulder for Detroit's recent slump?
He made me cringe at Blogs With Balls when he sat on that panel and complained that the people of the Internet have nothing to offer. This made me cringe worse.
This isn't some old newspaperman, or at least he isn't anymore than I am. WTF Duk?
If someone can outrun Usain Bolt in the 100M, anything is possible, including UM over OSU in Columbus in 2010.
Michigan is showing a 936 for football, no penalties listed. Shouldn't be any surprise that Northwestern leads the Big Ten with 986. The Huskers fit right in with a 950.