Ah... the sweet feeling of love.

Seeing as how this coming Saturday will be Valentine’s Day, I started thinking about things that I love. I could try to write down a list of all the things I love, starting first and foremost with my family and my sweet girlfriend, but I have neither the time nor your patience. So I decided to list just a few…

I love the way Alexander Ovechkin celebrates when he scores a goal.

I love the way Liverpool fans in England sing “You’ll Never Walk Alone” as loud as they can when their team walks out onto the field before matches.

I love the low tunnel in Blacksburg, Virginia, the one that the Virginia Tech football team comes out of before games.

I was fortunate enough growing up to get the chance to see Michael Jordan play in Chicago, and I loved it when, after reading the visiting team’s starting line-up in the most dull of voices, the announcer screamed as the lights went out, “AAAAAAAAAAND NOW!! The starting line-up for YOUR CHICAGO BULLS!!”

I love the fact that goalies always lead their teams out onto the ice.

And I love the way hockey players protect them.

I love fight songs in college.

I love curtain calls in baseball.

I love that ESPN uses Erin Andrews as a sideline reporter as often as they do.

I love the fact that Ahmard Hall of the Tennessee Titans, who served four years as a U.S. Marine in Kosovo and Afghanistan, runs out of the tunnel before every home game holding an American flag over his head.

I love the zone that Red Sox closer Jonathan Papelbon gets in, to the point that it looks like he’ll go chew off the catcher’s facemask if he doesn’t give him the signal for fastball.

I love flyovers, and the way they simultaneously bring both goose bumps and tears.

I love how Ronnie Lott had his fractured pinky cut off as a senior at Southern California, just so he wouldn’t have to sit on the bench the rest of the season with a pinky brace.

I love watching the Kentucky Derby every year, and my favorite part is when the announcer screams, “And down the stretch they come!”

I loved the fact that when Barry Bonds became a free agent, not one team wanted to sign him.

I love how fired up Tim Tebow gets.

I love how Rocky Marciano never stayed down.

I love the look on pro hockey players’ faces when they’re about to hoist the Stanley Cup. It’s the same look most of them had as 5-year-olds.

I love how the music swells in the movie “Rudy” when he finally gets a chance to run out onto the field.

I love watching Tiger Woods on a Sunday afternoon in Augusta line up for a putt on the 18th, and how everyone just knows he’s going to make it.

I love the mutual hatred between Michigan and Ohio State, and how their hatred in this world is rivaled only by perhaps Jews and Nazis.

I love that the Klitschko brothers will never fight each other.

I love how quiet Lucas Oil Stadium gets in Indianapolis when Peyton Manning has the ball, and how the decibel level instantly goes from 0 to 140 when he connects with Reggie Wayne for a touchdown pass.

I love the match race scene in the movie “Seabiscuit,” and how when our hero turns it on coming out of the final turn, you can hear the announcer scream, “HEEEEEEERE COMES SEABISCUIT!!”

I still love the great call by Al Michaels, “Do you believe in miracles?! YES!!”

I love and miss boxer Arturo “Thunder” Gatti, and how he walked slowly to the ring serenaded by AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck,” and how every fan in the arena smiled knowing they were really about to get their money’s worth.

And I also love the white strip on my cat’s nose, and how it peeks thru the blinds of the back door every time I pull into the driveway.

That’s love.

Just as confused as ever.

My girlfriend teaches middle school math. 7th grade. She has shown me some of the material she teaches, and I can admit: I would have no clue how to figure out most of it without assistance. And this stuff is for 7th graders! But I'm okay with that. I'm not necessarily supposed to understand math. I'm a journalism guy. A communications guy. Any level of math above pre-Algebra just does not appeal to me whatsoever. As I've said numerous times to my friends and family, if I come across a mathematical question that the calculator on my cell phone cannot figure out, then I simply do not need to know the answer. There are somethings I just don't get, and that's okay. Bill Gates doesn't need to know how to build a three-tier cheerleading pyramid. Ryan Seacrest doesn't need to know how to throw a knuckleball. But you would think that an NFL player would need to know how to act like a professional.

Enter LenDale White.

This season, White has been a walking (read: not running) disappointment for the Tennessee Titans. So much so that rumors are now swirling that White may be released to free up salary cap room. And it goes beyond White's lack of production on the field. It has quite a bit more to do with White's production off the field, namely at the dinner table. Take a look at the picture below. On the left is a picture of White from this past season with the Titans. On the right is a picture of White during his final season in college at the University of Southern California. Focus on the midsections.


See the difference? As with most collegians who aspire to play pro sports, athletes push themselves to prove their worth to prospective pro scouts. One adjective for such athletes could be... hungry. (I find that term fitting considering the context.) Once said athletes reach the professional ranks, oftentimes they lose their desire to work as hard as they did in college. It has been said many times about boxers: It takes so much more work to defend a title than to win one. When you're trying to reach the top, you work so much harder than you do once you reach the top. Athletes become complacent, thinking they don't have to work out anymore because of all they've already accomplished. One exception is Jerry Rice. Rice was the hardest worker in the NFL over the course of his entire career. What does that tell you? In LenDale White's case, as proven by the picture on the left, he looks anything but hungry.

Not that White's road to the NFL was showered with roses. White was considered to be a first-round pick when he first declared he was going to forgo his senior season at USC and enter the 2006 Draft. But incessant questions about his ability to control his weight lowered his stock to the point that he fell to the second round, where the Titans selected him with 45th pick.

This season White has shown a chronic desire to be a bad teammate. You may ask, Well what constitutes being a good teammate? Be humble. Share praise. Work hard. Never rip a teammate or coach. Show respect to your opponent. If you would rather see examples of good teammates, look at a guy like Chris Paul of the New Orleans Hornets. Paul plays his heart out every night, and you can't be the guy leading the NBA in assists without being a good teammate. Or how about Hines Ward? This is a guy playing wide receiver in the NFL, the position known to produce the most selfish of players, and what is his favorite thing to do? Block. Good teammate. So who are some guys that could be considered bad teammates? Stephon Marbury. Terrell Owens. Manny Ramirez. Those three are interested in only one thing: themselves. And they play team sports. Funny how that works out, isn't it? Problem is, LenDale White falls into the bad teammate category. Here's why...

After the Titans lost their first game of the season on 23 November to the New York Jets, White stood in the locker room in front of a drove of reporters and said, "Coming into these games, you expect to get certain carries or certain things going on, or at least that's what they tell you. Then you get in these games and just randomly play three plays. I couldn't really tell you what happened [during the game], I have no idea. I wasn't paying attention so I didn't care." That's the kind of attitude White has held this season. And the previous quote came at a time when the Titans' record was 10-1, tied for best in the NFL. It should also be noted that White's most productive games this season came against some of the worst run defenses in the NFL. His highest single-game totals were against, in order: 149 yards vs. Kansas City (ranked 30th out of 32 teams in rushing yards allowed), 106 yards vs. Detroit (ranked 32nd out of 32), 99 yards vs. Cleveland (28th), 77 yards vs. Green Bay (26th), and 59 yards vs. Cincinnati (21st). Conversely, in four games this season against the three best defenses in the NFL-- two games against Baltimore (3rd) and one game each against Pittsburgh (2nd) and Minnesota (1st)-- White had a grand total of 110 rushing yards. So it seems that White only plays well against lesser competition. That sure comes in handy for a team vying for a shot at the Super Bowl!

And in the aforementioned game on 21 December against the Pittsburgh Steelers (a 31-14 home victory for the Titans), White grabbed a "Terrible Towel"-- long known as a symbol of the Steelers team and its fans-- and proceeded to throw it on the ground. That's bad enough, but he didn't stop there! He then decided it would be a good idea to take his overweight carcass and stomp on it. And did I mention he came up with this elaborate plan with television cameras fixed upon him? It shows the absolute and unyielding lack of class that is becoming more and more visible to anyone unfortunate enough to have to see him.

Understandably, the Steeler Nation lashed out at White. Fans, players, coaches, even city officials. Steeler cornerback Deshea Townsend said, "What [White] did that day was almost like taking a jersey and putting it on the ground after a win and stepping on it. You just don't do that. There is a proper way to play the game and a way that you act, and [the Titans] do not act like that. It's disrespectful." Linebacker Larry Foote chimed in as well, saying, "You see right now we got the last laugh. That's what they get for trying to humiliate us and rub it in, for not showing any class. We wanted to play them again, but they couldn't hold up their end of the bargain. That's what they get for stomping on the towel. We're stepping on them right now."

So upon hearing this, what do you think the eloquent and professional LenDale White had to say in response?

White said, "No way do I regret it. I would do it 100 times again. I'd do it tomorrow if we played them."

Some people just don't get it.

Six one way, half dozen the other.

Picture this: There are two guys sitting in a sports bar, discussing (guess what!) sports. They discover that they are both football fans. Any surprise there? The guy on the left (we'll call him Fan #1), seems more distraught than his newfound friend. Here's how their conversation went... (And for a point of reference, we'll call the second guy Fan #2. Am I creative or what??)

Fan #1: Man... this has been a terrible season. Nothing has gone right. First, one of my team's best players, maybe our best player, went down with a leg injury and has had to miss the entire season.

Fan #2: Oh, you must be a fan of the Patriots.

Fan #1: No. It's just been a disappointing season, though. We were expected to be one of the best teams in the league, and we got off to a good start, but then we really got on a losing skid.

Fan #2: I see. So how long have you been a Jaguars fan?

Fan #1: I never have been. Then a month ago, two of our best players got into a verbal confrontation in the locker room. It was a bad mess. It was made a bigger deal in the media than it really was. But that's how the media is, right?

Fan #2: Yeah. I know that. So you're a Cowboys fan. I remember when all that happened.

Fan #1: I'm not a Cowboys fan. But speaking of player trouble, we had a guy get arrested this season for causing trouble outside a nightclub.

Fan #2: A nightclub? So are you talking about the Bengals or the Titans?

Fan #1: Neither. Who are all these teams you're talking about?

Fan #2: NFL teams. What the hell are you talking about??

Fan #1: Football. You know, football. Soccer. I thought you knew what I was talking about. I don't really like American football.

Fan #2: Oh! I thought you've been talking about the NFL all along.

Fan #1: No. The team I follow plays football in England. You mean there are really that many teams screwed up in the NFL??

Psych Ward

Dictionary.com defines the word agitator as "a person who stirs up others in order to upset the status quo." But answer this for me... Does this guy really look like he could fit that description?


You wouldn't think so. Not with that smile. He has a smile like that on his face all the time. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Mr. Hines Ward. Ward is a wide receiver for the Pittsburgh Steelers, and tonight, they will host the Baltimore Ravens to see which team will represent the AFC this year in the Super Bowl. To simply state that the Steelers and Ravens dislike each other wouldn't exactly cover it. I think the Yankees and Red Sox get along better than the Steelers and Ravens. And a game like the one tonight: a low temperature, hard-hitting, intense rivalry... this is the kind of game where Hines Ward thrives. You see, Ward is an anomaly among his peers in the NFL. Most NFL receivers are prima donnas, you know, selfish players where me-first attitudes come standard (i.e. Terrell Owens, Chad Johnson). But not Ward. Ward's favorite thing to do during a game-- his favorite thing-- is to block.

That's right.

Block.

Not your typical wide receiver, huh? And oh, is he good at it. Just ask Keith Rivers of the Cincinnati Bengals. Or Ed Reed, of the aforementioned Ravens. Rivers ended up with a broken jaw after a clean block by Ward this season. Reed, one of the premier defensive players in the NFL, was knocked unconscious courtesy of a "sweep left special" from Ward.

And did I mention he always has that same smile on his face?

Now don't get the wrong idea about Ward and think he's just a thug who can't catch. He has averaged 72 catches per year since he was drafted by the Steelers back in 1998. He has also scored 73 touchdowns during his tenure thus far in Steel Town. But Pittsburgh, historically speaking, has always been known as a "power running" team. They've had bruising running backs in their past such as Franco Harris and Jerome Bettis. So what is a receiver to do in such circumstances?

Block.

It's fun to watch. In all actuality, Ward turns offense into defense. He becomes the hunter even though his team has the ball. But his aggressive style does have its setbacks. Ward has a target on his back when the ball is headed his way. Opponents don't just try to tackle Ward. They try to break him in half. So what does Ward do?

Smile, of course.

Is Hines Ward an agitator? Yes. But what is he on top of that? A damn good football player. He's the kind of player you would love to have on your team and hate to play against.

Tonight, in Pittsburgh, the Steelers welcome the Ravens to their snow-covered home. Will the Steelers prevail? We shall see. What you can count on, though, is the fact that Ward will be flying all over the field making plays for his teammates. And who knows? The Steelers may get another shot at a Super Bowl. They won it back in 2006.

And who was the MVP of that game?

You guessed it... Hines Ward.

Smiling, as usual.

Beware the fall of the Titans.

I'm worried about the Titans. Seriously, people. The signs are right in front of our faces. Arguably, the two worst franchises in the NFL are the Cincinnati Bengals and the Detroit Lions. There are a few things that have to happen to your franchise before it falls apart and all the accomplishments from seasons past go down the drain. Here are three steps that signal a franchise is falling apart. All three of these steps have already been completed by the Lions and Bengals. Looks like the Titans are on their way next. Ready for this?

Step #1: Draft poorly. In the 2005 NFL Draft, the Titans held the 6th overall pick, needing a top cornerback to solidify their defense. To EVERYONE's surprise, the Titans selected West Virginia product Adam "Pacman" Jones, a diminutive player with a knack for returning punts and beating up women. Still waiting to be drafted was Antrel Rolle, a superb talent out of the "U" (that's Miami, FL, for the sports-illiterate). Rolle was selected 8th overall by the Arizona Cardinals, and has developed into one of the top cornerbacks in the League. Selected 9th overall was Carlos Rogers, another top cornerback prospect out of Auburn, who is now a star defensive player for the Washington Redskins. Then in the 2006 Draft, the Titans went in needing a QB. This has to be my favorite Titans' pick of all time. With the USC-groomed Matt Leinart sitting nearby and local hero Jay Cutler waiting patiently, the Titans went beyond all logic to take over-hyped Texas star Vince Young (Refer to my post from Sept.10 to see just how well that has gone). Leinart was selected 10th overall by the Cardinals and Cutler was selected 11th by the Denver Broncos. And one more question here: What the hell ever happened to the Titans 2007 first-round pick, Chris Henry? Oh yeah! He was such a bust that the Titans drafted another running back in the first round of the 2008 Draft. Also from the 2008 Draft, the Titans drafted LB Stanley Keglar out of Purdue, even though Keglar had three (3!) pending misdemeanors hanging around his neck (for disorderly conduct, rioting, and interfering with officials), which brings us to Step #2...

Step #2: Have a reasonable percentage of your roster get arrested. Adam "Pacman" Jones is the new NFL poster-child for players who have absolutely zero idea how to handle their own celebrity status. Defensive Tackle Albert Haynesworth was suspended 5 games in 2006 for stomping on the head of a helmet-less Dallas Cowboys player. Defensive End Jevon Kearse got a DUI in June. Wide Receiver Brandon Jones was arrested in June for unlawful possession of a firearm. And while this year Vince Young didn't get arrested, he did find himself in the middle of a controversy when he went on a hiatus many observers feared would end in suicide. Even assistant coach Chuck Cecil got into the fray this past March, pleading guilty to reckless driving.

Step #3: Have your coach lose control of the team. In the 2006 Draft, Coach Jeff Fisher (USC graduate) and Offensive Coordinator Norm Chow (USC graduate) got muscled around and were forced to deal with the selection of Texas Longhorn Vince Young, not USC's prototype Matt Leinart. The entire "Pacman Jones Saga" showed exactly how much control Fisher had over this team. Not only did he allow Jones to continue playing before the NFL commissioner stepped in and suspended him from the League, he was going to allow him back on the Titans' roster before a trade offer from the Cowboys came calling. Last week, the Titans suffered their first loss of the season. And I'm not going to knock Fisher for losing a game. I am, however, going to knock him for losing control of his locker room. After the 34-13 thumping by the New York Jets, running back LenDale White whined to reporters about his lack of involvement in the game. He went so far as to say he stopped paying attention to the game. He "didn't care." Then yesterday, when the Titans drummed the hapless Lions 47-10, White was a key figure in the Titans' offense. My sister said it best yesterday: the squeaky wheel gets oiled first. I hope I'm not the only one who sees the major problem with this. This sends a wonderful message (albeit wrong, in case you didn't pick up on my sarcasm) to the rest of the Titans players and kids who aspire to one day play pro football: complain like a child and you'll get exactly what you want! Congrats, Fisher, on that wonderful coaching decision.

So there we have it. There's the list. The list above has severely plagued the Lions and Bengals organizations over the past few years. And for a point of reference, the Bengals' problems really got started in 2005, when they finished with a record of 11-5, their best in more than a decade. The Titans are currently enjoying their best season in franchise history. Since the Bengals' 11-5 record in '05, their record has fallen to 8-8 in 2006, and 7-9 in 2007. And so far this year, the Bengals are dismal 1-9-1. And, by the way, the Lions are 0-12. Are the Titans headed in this direction??

Excuse me, Sissy-- I mean-- Coach.

Has anyone heard the latest news out of Lexington, Kentucky? Rich Brooks, head coach of the Kentucky Wildcat football team, accused MTSU head coach Rick Stockstill and his staff of "stealing signals" last Saturday in Kentcuky's heart-stopping 20-14 win over the Blue Raiders. Are you kidding me?? Didn't he win?? What happened to "class" and "dignity" in sports? This sounds like elementary school antics. Accusing Stockstill of cheating must be a way for Brooks to get detractors off his back for nearly losing to such an inferior program like Middle Tennessee. Give me a break. I see two big problems with all of this, at least from my viewpoint. No. 1... If Stockstill and company really did cheat this past Saturday, this would have been made a big deal as early as Sunday morning. But it wasn't. Brooks didn't mention it until TUESDAY. Hmm... Like I said, this sounds like a guy who is trying desperately to please university boosters who expected the mighty (ha) Wildcats to embarrass the lowly MTSU team. No. 2... if Stockstill really did cheat, why did he not win?! If Stockstill stole signals and still lost, he really needs to practice his cheating skills. Cause he's not any good at it. He should practice his cheating this Saturday against Arkansas State so when the Blue Raiders face Florida Atlantic in an ESPN2 televised game on Sept. 30, he can cheat effectively. Why couldn't Coach Brooks just congratulate the hard effort put forth by the Blue Raiders? There would have been absolutely nothing wrong with stepping up after the game and saying, "MTSU came into this game inspired and motivated and our team had to fight to come away with a win. A win like this in a tough, close, hard-fought game is something that can make our team grow stronger." Then media and fans alike would compliment him for his decency and his respect for the Blue Raiders' hard effort and persistence. But no, Brooks instead decided to act like a child and throw out a disclaimer. And remember, HE WON ANYWAY. I just don't understand it. Think about this, too... Rich Brooks is known as a "coach." The word "coach" derives from a Latin word that loosely translates into "teacher." So therefore the words "coach" and "teacher" should be synonymous. So if Rich Brooks is considered a coach and a teacher, then (forgive me) what in the hell is he teaching the players on his team and kids who aspire to be coaches one day? What kind of message is he sending? There are coaches in the sporting world who exemplify class. Tony Dungy has class. Doc Rivers has class. Mike Krzyzewski has class. Jim Valvano, Teddy Atlas... the list goes on and on. Rich Brooks, however, is not in the league of those coaches. And since coaches like to take notes from another, I have an idea! Rich Brooks should get out his notebook and pencil, sit Indian style like the rest of the elementary school kids, and learn a lesson from one of the coaches listed above. Otherwise, if I were a parent of a promising high school athlete, I would have a hard time sending my child off to Lexington to LEARN from a coach such as Rich Brooks.

Why "VY" is anything but "inVINCEable"

How bad of a weekend did Vince Young have? After trying everything in his power to lose a close game to the Jaguars on Sunday, where he threw two foolish interceptions and had to be coaxed back out onto the field in the 4th quarter by head coach Jeff Fisher, he suffered a knee injury allowing Kerry Collins to come in and seal a win for the Titans. After throwing his second interception of the game (the first play following a Titans INT), the crowd booed Young to the point where he sat on the bench with his head in his hands, refusing to go back out onto the field. There he sat, the supposed "leader" of the team, the guy wearing a big "C" on his chest signifying his captaincy and importance to the team, sulking on the sideline, needing the support of his teammates and coaches to get off the bench and back into the game. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the "Captain" supposed to be the guy rallying his team, leading them to victory?? There are problems in Music City. Then on Monday night, the 8th of September, he leaves his home without telling his friends and family where he is going, leading them to believe he may hurt himself in some way. His friends called Fisher, who tried to reach Young unsuccessfully. Shortly thereafter, Fisher contacted Metro Police and crisis negotiators to find Young and calm him down. He was found around midnight, where Fisher and psychologists spoke with Young before sending him home. Once again, correct me if I'm wrong, but if I leave my house unannounced, I don't think my sister is going to panic to the point that she calls the police thinking I should be placed on "suicide watch." Everybody see where I'm going here? This isn't a one-time thing. Sounds to me like this is something they've encountered before. Yikes. $30 million for a guy who has his mother publicly denounce Titans fans for their criticism of her son. Hmm... sounds like someone can't handle the rigors of the quarterback position in the NFL (Remind you of anyone?). And just how bad is it? I'm the first to admit that Vince Young's performance in the Rose Bowl game against USC is one of the greatest physical performances I have ever seen. But he was drafted 3rd overall in 2005 on that game alone, with everyone in the Titans organization expecting him to play the "USC game" over and over and over, every Sunday. We let things slide because we all carry the memory of Young torching the once impregnable USC defense on the biggest stage of collegiate sports. His performance and progression in the NFL so far, though, has been downright disappointing. I'm not the first guy to say this, but when are we going to start using the word "bust" with the name "Vince Young?" Here's a stat for you... Ryan Leaf, the quintessential "bust," the guy all "busts" are compared to, played only three seasons in the NFL before washing out. In his three seasons, he threw a total of 36 interceptions. Ouch. Through two full seasons plus the first game of his third season, anyone want to take a guess at how many INTs Vince Young has thrown? 32. So Ryan Leaf, the guy whose picture is in the dictionary beside the word "bust," threw 36 picks in three seasons. Young is one game into his third season, and he has already thrown 32. Those are just facts. Are we lenient with Young because the Titans didn't use as high a draft pick on him as the Chargers did with Ryan Leaf way back in 1998? (Leaf was drafter #2 overall, Young #3) These are just some things to consider. And while we're talking about the 2005 NFL Entry Draft, do you think anyone besides fans are regretting the Titans not drafting Jay Cutler? In college, Cutler played for a far worse team (Vanderbilt) than Young's Texas Longhorns, in a far tougher conference (SEC) than the Big 12 in which Young played. Yet Cutler was named the SEC Offensive Player of the Year and just happened to beat Tennessee (IN KNOXVILLE) in the process. And did you know that Vanderbilt University just happens to be in the same city as the Tennessee Titans?? Interesting. And let's compare the evenings of Young and Cutler on Monday, 8 September. While Young was on "suicide watch" and being chased all over Davidson County by Metro Police and psychologists, Cutler was torching a very talented Oakland Raider defense for 300 yards passing, 2 touchdowns, and ZERO INTERCEPTIONS!!! Once again, I'm just throwing all this out there for people to ponder. Maybe once Young gets back from his knee injury, he'll prove me to be all wrong about him and he'll become the quarterback he was expected to be when he was drafted so high in 2005. But I'm not going to hold my breath.