I actually watched much of the Texas-Alabama game the other night. Normally, I can't watch college football, but managed to make it through the first half and a bit of the second of this one before giving up in disgust.
First of all, the injury to Colt McCoy was about as bizarre as I've ever seen. The hit was negligle, he looked fine afterwards, and was jumping around on the field, in his pads, in the second half, urging his teammates on. I'm sorry, but I can't understand why he didn't return to the game. This was for the national championship, and he misses it because of a sprain? At least that's the only way I heard his injury described; for the most part, all we were told is that he'd sustained what looked like a non-severe hit to the shoulder. It was said that McCoy wanted to come back, but the team doctors and coaching staff refused to allow it. Whoever was responsible, that was a lame injury to miss such a big game for. Much as I've criticized him in the past, I could never see Brett Favre, for instance, sitting on the sidelines of any game with a sprained shoulder. The only possible excuse could be that if he injured the shoulder more severely, it could impact his position in the draft. However, the fact he was injured at all may very well do that, anyhow.
I won't drone on incessantly about my "fixed" theories, but this game certainly did nothing to convince me I'm wrong. The mysterious injury to the white star player, the myriad of penalties against the less chosen team, the hilarious defensive TD by a rotund afflete just before halftime (almost like they stole that one from last year's Super Bowl), the countless dropped balls and finally, once again the picture of a disheartened, polite young white (McCoy) juxtaposed against the leaping black celebrants and their odious Caste master Saban. Other than the "hot" white female punching out the hapless white male, there is no more prevalent theme in our popular media than the sad, tearful faces of the white losers contrasted with the magnificent smiles and boundless energy of the victorious blacks. In my view, one is just as scripted as the other.
First of all, the injury to Colt McCoy was about as bizarre as I've ever seen. The hit was negligle, he looked fine afterwards, and was jumping around on the field, in his pads, in the second half, urging his teammates on. I'm sorry, but I can't understand why he didn't return to the game. This was for the national championship, and he misses it because of a sprain? At least that's the only way I heard his injury described; for the most part, all we were told is that he'd sustained what looked like a non-severe hit to the shoulder. It was said that McCoy wanted to come back, but the team doctors and coaching staff refused to allow it. Whoever was responsible, that was a lame injury to miss such a big game for. Much as I've criticized him in the past, I could never see Brett Favre, for instance, sitting on the sidelines of any game with a sprained shoulder. The only possible excuse could be that if he injured the shoulder more severely, it could impact his position in the draft. However, the fact he was injured at all may very well do that, anyhow.
I won't drone on incessantly about my "fixed" theories, but this game certainly did nothing to convince me I'm wrong. The mysterious injury to the white star player, the myriad of penalties against the less chosen team, the hilarious defensive TD by a rotund afflete just before halftime (almost like they stole that one from last year's Super Bowl), the countless dropped balls and finally, once again the picture of a disheartened, polite young white (McCoy) juxtaposed against the leaping black celebrants and their odious Caste master Saban. Other than the "hot" white female punching out the hapless white male, there is no more prevalent theme in our popular media than the sad, tearful faces of the white losers contrasted with the magnificent smiles and boundless energy of the victorious blacks. In my view, one is just as scripted as the other.