Changing channels I heard someone talk about how long it had been since a player had tasted victory. What does victory taste like? Chicken? Really good Gatorade?
If you're a Cubs fan it would be really smooth. It should, seeing how it's aged for one hundred years. Yankee championships taste like cigars wrapped in thousand dollar bills.
I like hearing the NASCAR announcers talk about a driver being able to smell victory. There's Dale Jr. coming into the last lap, talking to his crew chief. "Don't worry Dale, that's not the transmission, just the smell of victory. You probably don't remember it. Just give us one more lap."
The smell of defeat hangs on like Scott Boras trying to leach out the last five million in a seven year deal. Kobe Bryant probably is tired of hearing his kids ask him why the house smells like the New York Knicks.
Animals can smell fear. I'm betting the horses at the Belmont could smell Big Brown coming. They were probably rolling their eyes at each other when he came onto the track. "This ought to be good, he smells like the Mets in September".
Gene Mauch, the Phillies manager during their epic 1964 collapse, said he knew the season was lost when he looked into the eyes of his closer and saw fear. I imagine Joe Girardi looking into Sidney Ponson's eyes and seeing the Golden Arches.
Some sports images are gruesome. College coaches are fond of saying "My guys played their hearts out tonight." Imagine the phone conversations. "Mrs. Smithers, I'm sorry but we were down two touchdowns to State late in the 4th quarter and your son played his heart out. What's that? Yes, mam, I know it was a non-conference game, but your boy was a real competitor."
Most college coaches are deluded. They see things none of us see. Bobby Ray Jim Bob may have residue in the ash tray, an automatic weapon under the front seat, and a hooker in the back but somehow you know his coach will say "I looked in his eyes and saw a young man who needs athletics to put his life back together." Just once I'd like to here the coach say, "I looked in his eyes and saw "Law & Order" reruns. I wished him well and sent him home."
Then you have the phychic broadcaster. "I can feel the momentum changing, Bob." I'm skeptical, because it seems like they always say this right after some team has run off eight straight points. There may be one or two who can actually feel momentum shifting. I feel sorry for them. Their social lives have to be a nightmare. "I was out with Linda last night and suddenly I felt the momentum shift, so I dropped her off at the curb and went home."
Some poor guys can feel the electricity in the air. It's a little known fact that #### Vitale once threw himself on top of Duke coach Mike Krzyzewski during warmups of a Duke-Carolina game when he felt too much electricity in the air at the Dean Dome. Unfortunately, it was just accumulated static from Mike Shulman's scalp.
Finally, who are these guys who play for "pride". "No, no, you keep the $7.5 million I'm owed this year, I'm playing for pride." Does this mean there others who play because of deep seated self-loathing? "Mike, in the 4th quarter we were down 18 and I just hated myself so bad I threw myself under Tank Johnson and prayed the end would come quickly."
Gotta go. I smell victory. Or bacon. I get confused sometimes.
Texascudaguy-I like Earnhardt, but I expected more out of him. Basically, he's gotten everything he said he wasn't getting from DEI and he still doesn't win races. What was it old Willie Shakespeare said, "The problem lies not with our stars but with ourselves."
D- I also like Earnhardt. I see it differently though. He's been the most consistent driver this year and runs in the top 10 every race, even if he doesnt have the wins.. The main reason he went to Hendricks is to get a championship, and so far this year, he's doing exactly what he need to do to be in position for one.
Here's a lil Jessica....or a lot of Jessica for you and JW.
Now thats American!
Hate to tell you fellas, but Ms. Alba defines the smell of victory as hard Cash.
Damn, Dudski, those ponies are brutal... hilarious, but brutal.
L&O reruns... love it!
Ah, bacon, anytime I think of bacon lately... let me preach the high form of Vosges' Mo's Bacon Bar. (Would that be Mo fo' 'Momentum'?) bacon & chocolate, if that's not the love child of the devil!
Dudski - you keep getting better and better. Another excellent post. Too many Bobby Ray Jim Bob's out there today but it would be great to see the coach kick 'em loose earlier than later. Texas - a newer picture...like some work from Sin City of Jessica would have been...as Tony the Tiger used to say...GGRRRREEEAAATTTTT!!!!