AND told me that USC was going to have it's regular season winning streak snapped against the Oregon State Beavers, AND that the Broncos were going to lose a close game against Peyton Manning, AND that Red Auerbach was going to die, I'd have groaned and prepared myself for one of the worst sports years of my life. Now that all of those things have just happened in a single weekend, I'm in sports fan equivalent of intensive care. If I'm ever going to watch sports again, I'm going to have to ease into it, and just try to not let myself get hurt.That might be tough because the crippling effect of this weekend wasn't just because of the losses for the teams involved, it was because of the dark clouds the weekend signaled over all their futures.
Weaver's superb post-season put a fine lid on a season when the Dodgers were constantly a day late and a dollar short, largely because of their running trend of getting bitten by former players. Whether it was Mike Piazza or Ceasar Izturis (Caesar Izturis!) killing them with game-winning hits in the regular season, or Lo Duca tagging two men out at the plate off of one throw from Sean Green in the playoffs. The Dodgers always, ALWAYS find a way to get bitten by their former players. Even the erratic Weaver, who no Dodger fan was sorry to see go, beat the Dodgers when he faced them as a Cardinal in July.
Now the Dodgers biggest stars, Maddox, Nomar, and Eric Gagne are no longer under contract. The price the team has to pay to keep them all in LA will probably be too high. It's a near certainty that at least one of them will be gone next year, and quite possible that they all could be. But the price of facing any of these dangerous players down the road might be higher.
USC didn't just lose to Oregon State this weekend, they were emberassed and exposed as an undiciplined team with too little direction from it's coaching
(of course, if you read this blog, you allready knew that). SC's two point loss in Corvaliss may have been narrow, but as was the case in the Trojans' conference wins, the opposing team made things look better for the Trojans than they actually were. Oregon State's botched punt essentially gave USC a touchdown to keep them alive. The Beavers also had several untimely penalties that kept them from putting the game out of reach in the first half.The Trojans committed four turnovers, (one coming on a should have been touchdown in the endzone) and
surrendured a humiliating punt return for touchdown on which none of the Trojans even looked interested in tackling the return man.
This is the Trojans' second season without Defensive Coordinator Ed Orgeron, and Offensive Coordinator Norm Chow. Already the precision and strategy that made the offense great are gone. So is the attitude and dicipline that enabled the defense to swarm quarterbacks and attack ball carriers.
Saturday's game in Corvalis wasn't just a loss for USC, it was proof that the Trojans are no longer the greatest program in College football. They're just another talented team. It wasn't farewell to the BCS Championship Game, it was farewell to a dynasty.
Speaking of bidding farewell to a dynasty. When I was finally able to turn the TV back on eight hours after the game I was greeted with the news that the patriarch of my favorite pro sports franchise had mercifully passed away. Red Auerbach's death came ten years after the Celtic's last championship and less than a week before the team starts its first season with a dance team.
Red was always staunchly against using women in spandex to sell basketball (even eerily telling the Celtics, they'd get cheerleaders "over my dead body"), but then, he was also staunchly against using terrible teams to sell basketball too.The Celtics are now in the second year of the fifth stage of their rebuilding process. They have one star (Paul Pierce), an unsuccessful coach and five players who are 21 or younger.
In other words, the team is really spinning it's wheels.
When I began following the C's in 1987, the team was begginning it's decline. The 1986 team's greatness was giving way to age and injury. The death of #1 draft pick Lenny Bias was still hanging over the franchise, and the death of Reggie Lewis was still to come. The Celtics haven't given fans of my generation much of anything to cheer for beyond the firing of Rick Pitino.
But there's something about Red. Something about the glint in his eye, the "I'm going to beat you, and you know it" smile, and the confidence puffing out of that fat cigar that makes us young fans feel good. Feel like, even though we've never seen a Celtics championship, that there's something about winning that only Celtics understand. That even though other teams may win, no one will ever win like Red won.
"Everyone keeps talking about the Lakers dynasty! Well, here's your dynasty, right here!!!!!!" -Red Hoisting the O' Brian Trophy after beating the Lakers in the Finals for the eighth time in eight tries. If you've ever wondered what the greatest quote in NBA history is, well, now you don't have to any more.And really, that's what Red was about; Not X's and O's, but winning. When people think of Phil Jackson, they think of zen, or triangles. When they think Riley, Hair Gel. When you think about Red, the first word that comes to mind is "win". Auerbach was that smug old man that knew something you didn't and was going to beat you no matter what he had to do.
That's why so many of us still love the Celtics after all these years of ineptitude. We identify with that smug old man with the Cigar who was going to beat the other guy no matter what.
Now that the Celtics are in the spandex business, we'd all better have some pretty good memories.
The Broncos could have saved the weekend on Sunday because a win over the Colts would have legitimized the team as a Super Bowl contender. The Broncos played Indianapolis tight for all four quarters, but all I need to know about the team, I learned on their last drive.

With three and a half minutes in the game, and trailing by three the Broncos ran the ball on first down for no gain. They'd been running over the Colts the entire game, and the Colts had no choice but to stack the line and guard against the run.
I shouted, "Yes!" when I saw the Colts pass-vulnerable defense. And waited for Shanahan to drop the hammer.
Then the Broncos ran.
Their best bet was to throw on second down, even for short yards, and if they didn't get the first down, run on third when Indy wouldn't see it coming. Doesn't that seem more like Shanahan football than the predictable run for one yard on second down and an incomplete pass on third down?
It's against his nature, but the fact is that this season, Shanahan trusts his defense more than his quarterback. Against Kansas City that's fine. Against Indy it's not.
If you're going to beat a top team, you have to take the game from them, not hope they don't take it from you. That never works, and Shanahan doesn't usually think that way.
There are other theories for why Shanahan did what he did, but If he trusted Plummer at all, he would have passed on second. If his goal was just to run the clock out, he wouldn't have thrown on the next play. His thinking was, "If Plummer throws a pick here we're screwed. We're either going to win it on the ground, or kick."
They kicked, the Colts easily got into field goal range, game over. Super Bowl hopes dashed.
As well as Jake Plummer played on Sunday, it doesn't matter if Mike Shanahan doesn't trust him. And on Monday morning we all knew what the Broncos' ceiling is with him, and it's not the Super Bowl.
Here's hoping the Broncos give Jay Cutler a chance to take the team to a higher level before the window closes on the Broncos defense. Otherwise, I'm going to have a lot more bad weekends in the years to come.











