…Why didn’t Florida get any peace of mind?

After reading just about every article on Meyer and his contract extension, one small blip seemed to stand out. This from Pete Fiutak:

The buyout on Meyer’s new contract at Florida is just $500,000. Now, in the real world — especially in an economy that has the University of Florida cutting and slashing its budget left and right, chopping off over $40 million this year alone — a half a million isn’t anything to sneeze at. But in the silly world of big-time athletics — especially at a place like Notre Dame — $500,000 to bring in a coach with Meyer’s stature and résumé is a pittance.

I’ve got to believe there was some serious hardball being played behind closed doors between Meyer and his reps and the brass at Florida. Meyer’s stock can has to be considered at its apex, and to me is the biggest reason why I think he probably held the UF adminstration over the coals and got the $4 million per year without having a gigantic buyout number built into the contract.

I’ve said it before and I’ll continue to say it, Urban Meyer will prove to me that he’s the incredible coach many think he is when he wins without Tim Tebow. Tebow was the best thing that could’ve happened to a coach when it comes to red zone offense, 3rd and short, and executing an offense that hasn’t been able to get a running back on track and has done nothing but ruin college wide receivers NFL stock. (Not to mention, QBs as well…)


One of the stories of last year’s NFL Draft was the saga of Michael Oher, the hulking Ole Miss tackle who survived a childhood filled with extreme poverty to graduate from college and be drafted in the first round by the Baltimore Ravens.

His story was chronicled in the book The Blind Side by the writer Michael Lewis, he of Moneyball and Liar’s Poker fame (and one of my favorite writers). It’s a riveting read, and frankly, what we’ve come to expect from a writer with Lewis’ credentials.

It was no surprise that The Blind Side was being turned into a movie, and many around the blogosphere were pretty happy with the news that real coaches like Nick Saban, Lou Holtz, and Ed Orgeron would be playing themselves in the movie. Yet I was skeptical when I saw writer/director/hack John Lee Hancock attached to the movie. Hancock is the visionary director that brought us The Alamo, easily one of the five worst movies that I’ve ever seen in the theater. (Rollerball, Batman and Robin, Summer Catch and Away We Go could slide right into that top-five with it…)

With Hancock writing and directing this movie, even at his commercial best, the ceiling for this movie was The Rookie, which was an altogether fine movie that followed the familiar paint-by-numbers plot to tell the “unlikely hero” story that includes slow-motion action scenes and a Disney score.

As a few bloggers have mentioned, the trailer is out and the results are pretty much in… This movie is going to suck.

It wasn’t as if The Blind Side was as complicated and confusing as the adaptation process of Moneyball, where an A-List director and screenwriter had to create cartoon characters and all sorts of other weird stuff to figure out how to recreate Lewis’ book on the Oakland A’s and their general manager Billy Beane. This was a cut-from-real-life, unlikely story of a kid with an extraordinary skillset being taken in by a family that helps him realize his potential.

Orson Swindle/Spencer Hall has a nice four-part list with problems spotted in the trailer alone, and I’ve got no bone to pick with any of them, though I would argue that Sandra Bullock doesn’t look “hot,” but merely really good for a lady that is 45.

I can only assume that newcomer Quinton Aaron, who was cast to play the hulking Oher, can’t act his way out of a bag, because this preview makes it pretty clear this is Sandra Bullock’s show. And it’s not exactly like Sandra Bullock is an actor’s actor.

We also should have probably seen the writing on the wall when the Hollywood Reporter wrote back in February that Bullock is set to star in a “sports dramedy” that’s being produced by the guy who brought us Marley and Me, and the company that brought us The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants movies.

This movie just fell off of my must see list and now sits firmly on the “will only go see it for free list,” unless the reviews come in very strong.


I don’t think I’d ever give someone that wears his hat like that $41 schmillion…


(A tip of the cap to the UGA girls though…)


Where else can you spend hours and hours honing your craft of dorm golf? Even Asher Roth is impressed…

(H/T: The Sporting Blog)


124141_featureTelfort’s last football game was a high school All-American game.

Over the weekend, news broke that USC incoming freshman linebacker Frankie Telfort’s football career was over before it ever really got started. Telfort, who came to Southern Cal from Miami’s Gulliver Prep, was diagnosed with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, a rare but extremely dangerous genetic heart condition that is the leading cause of sudden heart-related death in young people.

Telfort was a highly touted football recruit, with an offer list that could be stacked against any prospect in the ’09 signing class. Even though I had only seen grainy highlight films of Telfort’s, I was a fan of his, as it’s hard to dislike any 5-foot-11, 200-pound linebacker that is described as a “little keg of dynamite.”

USC has publicly announced that they will honor Telfort’s scholarship, even if his football career is over.

“This is obviously very difficult news for Frankie, his family and all of us in the football program,” coach Pete Carroll said. “But we’re very thankful doctors discovered the issue before it led to anything worse.”

It  seems like Telfort was one of the true class acts in the incoming class of college football players. Many stories written about Telfort during his recruitment mentioned his ambition, drive, and character. In a nice write-up, Bleacher Report quoted Telfort in 2008 on what he hoped to accomplish at USC. Telfort’s answer was remarkably reassuring.

“Get a great education,” Telford said.

In my sophomore year of high school, I lost a teammate to what was suspected to be hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. He was 15 years old, and died shoveling snow in his driveway. It was a terrible tragedy and something that I’m glad USC and Frankie Telfort’s family will hopefully avoid.

“Everybody’s football career unfortunately ends at some point and no one’s ever ready for it,” Carroll said. “For some guys, it comes sooner than expected.”